I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Oh all ye travelers, hearken well,
this dreary night where shadows dwell
Forget your woes for now my friends
And hear now where my tale begins…
A land across the sea there was
In ages long ago
when dragons roamed the skies at will
and monsters walked below
And here a noble family dwelled
And nothing t’was they lacked
with many knights of stalwart heart
To guard them from attack
A laughing king, full fair and just
Set laws down from his throne
His lovely queen stood by his side
And made their house a home
And children fair, in numbers three
Ran dashing through their halls
And filled the castle’s stony walks
With joyous youthful calls
But woe befell their house in time
for such is true of all
when treachery did rear its head
within their royal hall
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One night when all the family slept
a knock was heard below
and through the glass there could be seen
a faint and ghostly glow
The moon was hidden well that night,
no fire burned without,
this light was not an earthy thing,
of that there was no doubt
But no one saw this strange display
for all lay at their rest
and when at dawn the maids awoke they found they had a guest
a stranger sat outside their door,
a cloak drawn ‘round his form
and when they asked his business there
he spoke in tones forlorn:
“For many leagues I’ve walked by foot
and nary drink I’ve had
my throat is as the dessert dry
and in mere rags I’m clad”
The maids could see that this was true,
his voice was but a croak
a weakling child, scant in years
could fell him with a stroke
His clothing was bedraggled so
that places skin was bare
and all was grey and tattered rags
such no one could repair
he spoke again and begged the maids
that drink be brought to him
for surely else he would not live
and suffer death sore grim
In pity for this weakly man
who to their hearts did plead
the maids rushed back into the house
to fetch out honeyed mead
But as they left, a change occurred,
Though by none was it seen
The ragged man that once was there
was not as he had been
In that man’s place there stood a Fay
As tall and straight as trees
His hair of copper drifting ‘round
In chilly Autumn’s breeze
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Now I am sure you all must know
the tales of the fay,
those fairy folk who love to trick
and use us men as prey
Unbound by laws and moral codes
These Fay folk live apart
And those who’ve seen them all come back
Full strangely changed at heart
The Fay can be a flighty lot
Their moods like shifting clouds
One minute sunny, then the next
As cold as funeral shrouds
And here a member of that race
Stood waiting by their door
And on from hence their fates would be
Entwined for ever more
But in a blink the rags returned
The glamour strong and sure
And to the people’s human eyes
All things stayed as they were
When they came back they brought him in
To sit and drink and eat
And all the time suspected naught
Of who it was they’d meet
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They gathered ‘round in all good cheer
For they still knew him not,
And passed a merry time indeed
Un-wary of his plot
And after supper’s course had passed
With mead in heavy draughts
The stranger asked to entertain
With stories that he’d brought
They called together all the maids
And footmen of the house,
And even their liege-lord came down
With children and his spouse
They’d wrapped the stranger in a robe
And sat him by the fire,
And when he asked they brought to him
More mead and someone’s lyre
As he prepared to tell his tale
A hush fell o’er the hall
A strange expectant silence reigned
And cast them in it’s pall
And when he spoke no sound was heard,
Save for the stranger’s voice,
His tone as clear as piercing bells
On mornings filled with ice
He spoke of lands across the sea
Where wealth and magic rules
And then of dragons, fierce and strong
With hoards of gleaming jewels
But as he spoke a change occurred
Among the gathered throng
And any who were watching them
Would see
That something’s wrong
For few by few those listening
We’re drifting off to sleep
Their heads were tilting towards their chests,
In grips of slumbers deep
And even if someone had rung
A church bell in that hall
Nary a one would have awoke;
So deep was dreamland’s thrall
When all about were sleeping sound
The Fay rose from his chair
At long last free to carry out
The reason he was there
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He looked about the hall of forms
Slumped o’er in their chairs
And laughed in silence to himself
For fates that would be theirs
For one thing that they had not known,
Could not have understood
Was that he’d come to take their child
With him to Myrddin’s Wood
The girl he sought was loved full well
A princess of the land
A joy to all who heard her laugh
Or held her dainty hand
A child now no more than twelve
With many years to grow,
Who held a fate more perilous
Than anyone could know
She slept that hour across the hall
Surrounded by her kin
Unknowing of the danger posed
By one who they’d let in
The Fay walked forth across the floor
And stood there by her side
Gazing upon the silent girl
He had with magic plied
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He took her up into his arms
And wrapped her in a cloak
That had appeared from empty air
With chanted words he spoke
He turned away from all the folk
Who lay so still in sleep
They soon would wake, once he had left
No more in slumber’s keep
He whirled and left that silent room
Delighted in his heart
For everything would fall in place
Soon from this evening’s start
He left the castle through the doors
Of stoutest oak that stood
To keep invading armies out
And spare its people blood
Alas for them, no doors could stand
Before the wills of Fay
No earthly plan, though well devised,
Could keep their force at bay
Then Aethylon, so he was called,
A Fay lord in his right
Strode from the house and through the grounds
Into the chilly night
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
The tick of the clock and
The beat of my heart
The click of the mouse
As I refresh the page
Results come in and
numbers shift
Red and blue and
Grey
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 2:25 AM UTC
I’ve never had to think before now
How to say it
There’s never been someone
To say it to
It’s harder than it ought be
I think
It’s just three words, some lines and dots
Or sounds
It would only take a second
To tell him
But fear is staying my tongue
My hand
Are these words he wants to hear?
Will he leave?
I’m scared to take that step
Off the edge
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
Flashes of steel and
Whispers of sound
Tramping of footsteps on
Rain- muddied ground
Pounding of heartbeats
And gasping of breath
Small sounds of life under
Shadow of death
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
The flash of blades across the hall
The cries of “good” that stand for pain
The glint of steel within my grasp
And the smile on my face
These things to me mean happiness
My teacher’s voice soft counsels me
My heart within my chest beats free
My enemy stands across from me
As the marshal calls “lay on”
And I know that I’m alive
The weight of a sword in my black gloved hand
The dance of my feet across the floor
The sound of my blade as it rings it’s challenge
Issued against your own
And I know that I’ve found my home
2/19/20
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
I feel truly happy
At last
The way his words dance
In my head
Like bubbles in a glass
of Sprite
Brings me joy
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
Just a guy I used to know
A face in the crowds of time
Never to be seen again
So why am I crying?
Just a thread of life cut short
A tragic slip of blades
Madness is the face of death
That's why I'm crying
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
Picture a wall of glass
As clear as air
but solid as a stone
I stand behind that wall
And the world’s on
The other side
I can see it
And it can see me,
But only through the glass
I can’t touch it
I can’t reach it
I can’t feel.
For that wall is in my soul
And I can’t break it alone.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Lord lift my spirits
For I have fallen
Into a shadow
A dark abyss
That swallows all
Who dare intrude
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC