Poem 3

I think of you, a faint silhouette,
as I walk these streets, cold, dark,
and you appear, my double, my heart,
laughing and holding my numb fingers.

Did you know you were there, my dear?
Threading softly through morning light,
Bumping against me; purpose or accident?
You giggle and look away--red-stained lips.

I lay in silence, blanketed by inky night,
Do you want to see me? The words devour.
I grip the sheets, eyes clenched--free me.
Your soft touch, lightning across my skin.

Did you know you were there, my dear?
The heat of flesh, blood, and breath,
slipping around me, through me--save me.
You tremble and surrender--dark eyes flash.

I think of you, an enigmatic smile,
woven in skeins of memory and dream,
dancing, coy, beyond my short reach,
as you map a geography of my mind,

Did you know you were there, my dear?
Sweet mouth pursed, dark hair falling,
Consuming my dreams, claiming my mind,
As I whisper words, ragged, into your ear.

Poem 2

Soft waves blanket an expanse of dark sea,
I stand on the far shore, tears in my eyes,
would that distant bird, soaring, but be me,
beating slow wings, wind masking my cries.

The moon is your lover, in his arms you rest,
he cradles you gently, I spite him his chance,
soft light caresses you, worships your breast,
shimmers your hair, around your neck does dance.

In silence I fly thru these dim shores of night,
thoughts of you piercing the thin veil of sleep,
I search for a map, some magisterial height,
from which to spot your glimmer, lighting the deep.

Alone, I circle, feathers chilled by dim dreams,
until your warmth pulls me near, a thin light,
dispelling the darkness, silencing the screams,
causing nightmare to retreat from the sight.

Delicately you sleep, soft breath stirring your hair,
Nightdress tenderly cupping your flesh so sweet,
I catch your scent, mysterious, in the still night air,
memories of love, laughter, and summertime heat.

To you flowers I'd offer, colorful, and fair,
Roses to match your lips, peach blossoms your skin,
Your moth wing eyebrows, spun silk your hair,
For though tired are my wings, so sweet is your grin.

I gaze upon you fearfully, lest swiftly you fade,
my fire, my light, my lantern from the shore,
like a solitary match against the dark parade,
I hold it tight, though it burns my fingers sore.

And now, soft dawn upon this scene does shine,
I lament bittery, wishing this once not to fly,
she stirs gently, so softly, this sweet girl of mine,
longing in my heart, I spread my wings and cry.

But I know she'll soon wake, leaving dreams to the night,
her eyes will widen, and her thoughts will then freeze,
for what is resting gently, so gently on her soft thigh,
but a warm little feather, caught in the morning breeze.

Poem 1

In darkness shifting, lights fitful gleam,
cold wind gathers, slicing through bone,
as if shadow flitting, some unholy dream,
from o'er pale distance, comes riding alone.

Whole dread made life, atop a steed of fire,
gaunt hands clutching reins, brittle'd by time,
Behold a head horned, framing eyes most dire,
A miasma of death follows, reeking of lime.

Woe to those unlucky, those unfortunate few,
travellers, merchants, and the victims of fate,
sundry all who cross paths, the many you slew,
forms shrunken and shrivelled, their souls you ate.

Now from out the forest, defiant cries can be heard,
they have gathered together, courage sorely met,
"Slay the beast!" o'er town to hamlet came the word,
And gather they have, on their numbers they bet.

Yet the figure reacts not, a chill blot on the land,
shadows gather and swirl about, a murder of crows,
the attackers pause, weapons slide from slacken'd hand,
while laughter, dark and empty, on a foetid wind blows.

At once the many seem few, while legion the one,
cries and pleading erupt, darkness ripples and shrieks,
bolts of night pierce chest, as one they turn to run,
yet shadow is merciless, for living warmth it seeks.

Now the fields are silent, still is the cold earth,
the graves are all empty, for of bodies there are none,
simply shrunken dark forms, like men as still birth,
of the figure there is no sign, his work swiftly done.

So heed these words dear traveller, whyever you roam,
for darkness is coming, treasure each and every breath,
Carry you your love swiftly, and make fast your home,
For 'neath pale moon's light steps an Angel of Death.


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silly thing =)
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