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 Apr 2015 a
Cecil Miller
Dark Lamp
 Apr 2015 a
Cecil Miller
Thorefin,
Therifen,
Theraphin,
Raven Angel.
I do not expect
you to undestand.

I am he.
He is me.
She are we.
We are thee,
And there are more.
I do not think
This is something
Ordinary men conceive.

All the paintings of darkness
Are not to impress upon the critics
The level of my shallow depth,
Nor are my phrasings for the sake of vanity.

It is the darkness that gives lessons to the light, of things that I am not afraid to learn.

Like a papillon in a  season of change,
I am transformed into a dark lamp,
For I  have stood in many shadows.

I have soaked up the knowledge.

In my shadow,
Illumination awaits.
I have a love for all things Teutonic.
The evocation at the beginning of this piece is of the psuedonyms  I have used. This work is new.
 Apr 2015 a
Rhianecdote
Silence
 Apr 2015 a
Rhianecdote
My fear is not that I will be met with a response that I do not want

My fear is that I will be met with **silence.
There's nothing quite as painful to me than laying your heart out, only to be met with silence.
Silence says too much and not enough
 Apr 2015 a
Sam Stone Grenier
Forest
 Apr 2015 a
Sam Stone Grenier
Out here in the forest
I wander through the trees
in order
to unlock my soul
to feel the breeze

Still haven't found any key
not yet taken by any breeze

So I keep to walking
out here in the forest
out here by the trees
 Apr 2015 a
Chris
~

Come sit and listen to my tale
I’ve written out in rhyme
About this very special girl
Well…Once upon a time

I watched her as she grabbed her sword
Through castle doors she strode
Her steed a mighty bloodline breed
Upon its back she rode

The villagers, a mass each side
Did cower deep of shame
To hide their faces, dark engulfed
Yet they were not to blame

The dragon, oh a wicked beast
Its flames their village feared
Roaring loud till mountains fell
This path of death it cleared

As she, so brave with golden shield
To not back down this day
Her hair a flow of springtime breeze
This dragon she would slay

While in their homes the people wept
Afraid to greet the sun
Curtains closed, bolted doors
As if their lives were done

This monster with its piercing eyes
Just laughed at their disgrace
Clawing mud and slinging guilt
A smile on its face

She raised her sword to touch the sky
So sharp this flying steel
To take this creature from its reign
Its fate her goal to seal

Through shutters, cracks of woven walls
The villagers did peer
To see this girl with maple eyes
Not show one ounce of fear

A fire like a raging wave
The dragon’s mouth did spew  
"You dare to face this charge of me
Your days I count are few"

With lightening speed she swung her blade
The likes of fables wrote
To slash this demon to its grave
So swift across its throat

The villagers came running out
To watch the flowing blood
And cheer when now their monstrous foe
Collapsed in one loud thud

She turned to face the growing crowd
Her beauty filled the air
Climbing down from on her horse
This moment she would share

"Our hero," shouted one and all
"A wondrous victory
You saved us, you are now our Queen
A place in history"

She blushed and offered this to them
"No hero, I’m no queen
This battle we have fought as one
You all have stood with me"

"This village it shall be our home
No matter what will fall
I am no different than you
No different at all"

"Together we shall face these tests
And battle ever true
For you are what makes this a home
In everything you do"

A celebration held that night
With lots of fun and laughter
For now they knew their world had found
Its happily ever after

So now you’ve heard my story long
Some truth, a little blur
You see this woman is my friend
I am so proud of her
A friend won a long fought battle today and in the process made things much easier for others around her as well.  I am so proud of her.
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