Sirens
F J McCarthy on Jan 11, 2009





I have heard the Siren’s call.
And it filled my heart with joy.
Yet after came the fall.
For my love she would destroy.
The call so sweet around me.
It filled my very being.
Yet little did I realize.
It prevented me from seeing
Deception in a woman’s guise.
So beautiful yet flawed.
She sang to me her lovely lies.
Her songs had left me awed.
Doomed was I by the Siren’s call.
Always longing to be free.
Only you knew how to end it all.
When you gave true love to me.

Dragons
F J McCarthy on Jan 8, 2009


On wings of gold and silver.
To heights unknown to man.
Of legends to deliver,
The dragon is at hand.
With fore-claw and with talon,
With teeth and flaring breath.
The enemies of Dragon-kind.
Consumed in fiery death.
The fear and persecution,
To **** this noble beast.
Never was the invitation,
“Oh Dragon, join our feast”.
It seemed they’d  fly forever,
Above the land and sea.
Yet their fate had been decided,
And who the hell are we!
Now dragons are no more.

Excalibur
F J McCarthy on Jan 5, 2009


Forged in the dragons breath.
Sharpened on it’s scales.
The sword that made the legends,
told in many tales.

Of bloodshed and of battle.
Of heroes brave and bold.
The sword of shining metal.
The powers yet to hold.

Tales of Arthur, Knight and King,
and how he wields the sword.
Of noble knights all in a ring.
With Arthur as their Lord.

Of magic and deception,
to win at any cost.
With Modred and his evil.,
and how the sword was lost.

Yet time will come again,
when magic starts to stir.
When out of mist it rises.
The sword “Excalibur”!

What is Death?
F J McCarthy on Jan 5, 2009


I wonder what Death is like.
Does it depend upon how you die?
Is there a thing as heaven or hell?
Or when your buried that’s where you lie.
Is this the only life we get?
Or is there something more?
When we’re buried at sea do we only get wet?
And eventually washed up on shore.
And what about cremation,
Was that really in the plan.
Or will we spend salvation,
in a glorified ash can.
Will there be angels, with harps and wings?
To greet you and show you the way.
Or perhaps there will be devils, with pitchforks and things.
To give you a hideous stay.
And nobody knows, or else they wont tell.
If there really is a heaven or hell.
So live life with vigor,enjoy what you got.
For there may be an afterlife, but probably not.

Storms
F J McCarthy on Jan 6, 2009


The thunder and the lightning.
Dark clouds in many forms.
The thunderclap, so frightening.
Yet still I love the storms.
The wind whips through the branches,
and bends the mighty trees.
The lightning bolt that breaks them,
Somehow this seems to please.
The rain across my face.
That soaks me through and through.
While others search for a dryer place,
Thats something I wont do.
Some think that I am strange.
For taking such delight.
But I really love a raging storm.
Especially at night.

Nights Children
F J McCarthy on Jan 4, 2009


The suns glory has faded into night .
Born again are the children .
They walk the streets, just out of sight.
Who among us knows their pain .
Images born in legends of bygone days.
The hunger so strong in each of them.
Mythical beings born from twilight’s haze.
Who knows from whence they truly came.
Long have they walked with man.
These nocturnal hunting beasts.
Yet no one seems to understand,
Their ****** nightly feasts.
As dawn approaches, their hunger stilled.
They find they must retire.
To dream of all the blood they have spilled.
Such is the life, Vampire!

I Burn for You
F J McCarthy on Feb 4, 2009


I am on fire for you , my body burns from it.
The heat radiates out, turning my breath to flame.
I run along the beach with thoughts of you in my head.
Looking back at the glass footprints smoking behind me.
You come to me and my clothes burst and flash into nothing.
I stand naked before you, engulfed in flame which you fuel.
We collide with such passion that stars are born in our wake.
And when we are through, our love making lights a thousand worlds.
I am a meteor crashing into the sun , to burn with you forever…