i met her in a waking dream as i walked beside the sylvar stream whose chattering laughter shifted suddenly into a sylvar pool of enchanted silence a mirrored glaze in muted misty dawning rays
her cascading mane a crimson flare sea-green eyes alluring stare my heart stopped to see her there reposed 'pon a verdant garden lee beside the misting sylvar mere 'neath the weeping willow trees
dahlia lips whispering desire vermilion plunder splayed spellbound by her charms heart pounding thundering captured i stay an' wi' faire lithesome beauty lay 'pon a lush an' vibrant field beside the misting sylvar mere 'neath the weeping willow trees
we lay there lost in time locked in the silence of kindred minds an' i knew her name tho she spoke it not sipped i then the misty morning dew from precious lips that from me drew all that i ever thought or felt or knew 'pon the grasses lush and green beside the softly glowing mere 'neath the weeping willow trees
soft sings the whippoorwill the meadowlark an' mourning dove their voices weaving spells for lover's yearning hearts in the meadow by the way where my love an' i do lay entwined 'pon the gleaming sylvan shore beside the shining crystal lake 'neath the weeping willow trees
alas the dawning days were passing when came malevolence within a thund'ring tempest lightnings flashed in ragged gashes 'cross the heaven's stygian passes an' from those gnawing caverns spewed a raging howling demon's brood an' down flew they by the sylvar stream where my love and i entranced did lay beside the mystic sylvar lake 'neath the weeping willow trees
then from my arms vile creatures tore my lifesong my heart's blood my one and only love her scintillating form they ripped her silent piercing cries bleeding thru my soul an' took her they far from this battered desert shore as her soundless painful chorus fades an' leaves me here alone to stand 'pon these shifting lifeless sands beside this sylvar lake of tears 'neath the weeping willow trees
the meadowlark her spellsong sings thru ebon winter's weathering the silver stream her laughter froze this heart once fire a soulless stone
so now this raven winged doth fly to scour the bruised an' shadowed skies to find my dove an' bring her home to lay 'pon these frozen brittle stones beside the darkened sylvar tarn 'neath the weeping willow trees
thru timeless age an' dangerous realms i followed her silent morbid ravenings as her grisly mewling pleas hollowed out my soul 'til at last i found her chained an' bound lost deep within peculiar planes an' baneful realms far from the laughing sylvar stream far from the weeping willow trees
her lament of bitter tears an' fear sliced thru my defenses a doomed pernicious heart she was wandering thru deepest depths where madness reigns all hope destroyed hell's minions reveled unconstrained
my dove called i my love 'tis i once more thrice more time and time again till finally she hearkened to my voice
true love recall us you and i dancing thru ageless realms consider us twirling under heaven's wings she spinning at my fingertips
an' i drew her then breathless into my arms ambrosia lips her sweet alms from her dark pain i did drink of her malignant sorrow i did partake my questing thirsting hunger willingly did i sate gathering all her shattered pieces from those altered blighted reaches
chains now broken i carried her 'pon wings of true love's sylvar light far from these darksworn legions into the dawning night's farthest regions
an' there close by the laughing whispering sylvar stream lay her gently 'pon the verdant flowing shore beside our gleaming slyvar mere 'neath our weeping willow trees
under glimmering starlit heavens sing the whippoorwill the meadowlark an' mourning dove whose soulful songs compose for yearning lovers charms of hope where pools the laughing sylvar stream whose mirrored gaze draws us deep within celestial starlit wanderings
as the wind whispering sighs thru our hearts as we lay entwined 'pon a verdant garden lee beside our misting sylvar mere 'neath our silent weeping willow trees
I never could quite imagine the day When a creature quite as wry and presumptuous Would break so serendipitously.
She lay ruptured in the desultory plantation The Stygian colour of her fur rebelled against the sage of the contiguous earth And her eyes mimicked nothing but the pain that consumed her current thoughts.
Her body was transfixed in an inert trance The fur on her hunched spine quavered in a subdued zephyr Quiet insecurities were hid well in her tranquil pained state.
The moon intently watched me Waiting for me to alleviate the agonized entity But solicitousness was blank in my frozen psyche.
The moonlight pierced the fox with intimacy I grimaced in the realization I had failed the universe With my perennial void mind broken in vain.
The fox gathered some stoicism The blessing of the moon granted requital As the fox proceeded to maul my perception.
I accepted my retribution with ratification As I was the soul who violated the creature A skirmish that clung to grandeur.
I hurt somebody today, I wish I could have shown more affection x
All of hell is wrapped in ice And lodged in our throats. Sibilating we die, pale and Cold like a thin rain that Washes blood from The summer fields. Cacophony. A thousand Shrieking crows produce Our crepuscular sky. We suffocate under this Stygian Blanket, like a naked, stillborn Fetus on the winter road. Train me to walk; Stand my Splintered feet On the fraying rope - And watch me go.