Gravestone Marker

In silence, the night doth sing so softly;

a lullaby sweet in its melody. 

Beneath the ground doth she lie,

long ago life's breath'd been sighed. 

Infinitely shrowded in the black of death,

stolen in the instants breadth. 

At her head a boy does kneel;

a wound no amount of time can heal.

Fingers trace the words on stone,

and memories of her, like leaves blown.

The gravestone marker -  chiseled there

the words of love, again her prayer.

Read the words as said before:

Walk in heavens - in hearts. Love once more.

Reflection

Ensnared within the windows of another's soul
palms pressed against chilled glass.
A steady drumbeat echoing within one's ears
as dread is measured by the clouding fog.

Dragon Kite

Rippling scales; a myriad of colour

Lengthy tail; billowing over wind-like cushions

Narrowed eyes; unseen amidst the cover of clouds

Childish glee; hold onto belief

Mighty roar; unheard but by children

Dragon kite; such beauty, but innate

Whispers

A veil of darkness blanketing the nigh'

Apollo's fingers stretching, liberating light

Cajoling whispers of returning shadows

Capering strings; master puppeteer

Running rivers bleeding crimson

Thick coalescing ink, swathed in black

Whispering evils, murmuring in an ear

Cupping hands, a tasteful drink

Dead 

Inside Out

Hollow-eyed creatures, locked behind iron bars,

bone-like fingers outstretched, beckoning aid

toothless grins; cajoling shadows whisper fantasies

forsaken prisoners, prepared for death; simply watch.

indescribable agony, piercing screams

fallen to their knees at Death's unquestionable mercy

vacant windows to imprisoned souls; black

capered smiles melt as flame-licked wax.

Fire Kissed

Serpent-like flames writhe across one's flesh,

sinking scorched fangs into insecurities.

Tendrils of fire ripple in wild winds,

enveloping corporeal bodies, embracing.

Watchful gaze of iridescent crimson,

searing image of a past lost in time,

paints as well the image of lust and passion. 

Tempting those whom wish to resist. 

Molten lips melt away frigid cold,

whispering secrets in lovers' ears.

Acceptance, engulfed in sultry love,

a dance of tongues, and limbs - succumb.

Clock

It appeared to be frozen in time, 

motionless as the world revolved around it

the entire being suspended in space,

not a muscle moved, not an expression on it's face.

Wishing Well

Seated upon a yellow hill, of grass brittle gold,

the past encased in worn stone; memoirs of long ago.

Relic of ancient memories, frozen in time's embrace.

Holder of hope, cradle of wishes; shan't forget meaning.

Quiet laughter, children's feet; climb those ruined walls.

Echoes of coins tossed into it's embrace; lost in murky waters.

Whispers of secrets told before; may each be lost now? 

Only once you were remembered and again you shall be forgotten.

Forever Midnight

It slips between interlocked fingers,

as grains of sand from within an hourglass.

It is as elusive as the air we breath,

as might a shadow elude our pervasive touch.

As might the wind call to the trees,

we hail pinpricks of light to grant to us wishes.

We shan't distinguish but contours,

of dancing figures within the darkness; spinning.

It is a deranged heat, a cantankerous fury,

to devour us; mighty maws of an invisible beast.

Divulge within the sudden rays, 

but long lasting they never are; surely divergent.

Amidst leaves upon the ground,

lay a creature contemplating; thousands of mysteries.

A glance at lights; fireflies in the sky,

to remember in life it is forever midnight.

The White Crow

On wings of white; freshly fallen snow,

feathers agleam; touched by light.

News brought forth; on open beak;

ill tidings, death; nightmarish ends. 

The creature’s eyes; red as blood,

envision destruction; scent of decay.

Flooded rivers; bloated bodies, wade.

Deception is wrought; lies told in gore. 

On borrowed time; elusive shadows.

The living flee; on unsteady legs.

“Too slow!”; the creature cries, 

“Too slow you fools!”; misfortune comes.

A warning brought; in painted lies.

No one will heed; the truth too cold,

destruction imminent; unwashed paint. 

two sides of a coin; one black one white.

The white crow; creature of deception.

To save one; is to kill another.

The black crow; it's true identity.

Cursed creature; turn to ash.

The Old Crone

A sweet sigh the wind does give, through gaps of branches thin.
Clinging leaves release tenacious holding, drifting softly on the breeze.
Below a myriad of green, rippling as might waves of the sea,
Rustling, making naught the softest of sounds once alighted- this leaf.

Hark! Laughter bubbles through the stillness, a sweet melody of sound,
Ignorant of life, of all resting at one's feet, a child ventures forth- into unknown.
Face haloed in gold, framing one's face feathered lightly with pixie dust.
A gaze of innocence, innate and undulating with thoughts of light and joy.

A crown of daisies placed upon her head by small hands of a young prince.
Ah! A feather-light kiss upon boyish lips grants no wishes this day.
Young prince, take pity on this gentle child; steal away childhood dreams.
Too soon must one age, like brittle grass it begins to slowly wither.

Her sweet smile vanished amidst torrents of tears, ungrateful of this deed.
So quiet is the distance stretching, expanding until she vanishes
A hunched crone stands amidst the green, undulating, rippling as might the sea.
The young prince run away, fleeing before what he has done.

Old crone with eyes wide and blue, peer into the past and remember
Held within wrinkled fingers, a crown of daisies sit in the palm of her hand,
Her young prince has gone away, stolen by the dark of night
Her childhood lost, his tongue did spear the hopes and dreams away.

"Lay down your head, old crone, old friend..." a whisper near her ear.
She closed her eyes, listening, straining to hear but only wind is heard.
Ah, no laughter breaks the stillness, no joyous cry of delight.
Ignorance and innocence, tied together with a stone; set in the water to sink.

A sweet sigh the wind does give, through gaps of branches thin.
Clinging leaves release tenacious holding, drifting softly on the breeze.
Below a myriad of green, rippling as might waves of the sea,
Making naught the softest of sounds; the old crone, closed her eyes and died.

Absence of Memory

Remember when the sun rose with the absence of memory?
Opened eyes greeted to the unknown; a silhouette undistinguished.
Unaware of the loss until cruelly whispered in the waiting ear,
“Sweet memories vanished, as shadows do before the rays of sun.”
 
Confusion alighted, ablaze like flames but quickly smothered.
A sweet word of whispered assurance but soon forgotten,
Strange tears shed at the mention of goodbye, but from whom?
“Farewell, as the moon is missed by the sun, so you shall be.”
 
Cajoled with hushed voices, but from who is never known.
Bitter yearning for the knowledge, but as with time; all shall fade.
Indescribable feeling of loss for those unknown figures
“Thoughts muddled; who are we? You shan’t ever conceive our names.”
 
A trail not trodden or mayhaps already been,
Silence in the mind; as with a drawer that holds no bottom.
Carefully deciding, sorting, as each memory unravels and becomes lost.
“Where have they gone? These elusive memories that once were here?”
 
A ceaseless ticking; this clock that resides in the emptiness
Held in the cold’s embrace, this clock is misplaced, out of place.
Who put it there, the question arisen and fallen from the lips?
“You don’t know, do you? You’ll forever be at a loss, no help for you.”
 
Invading, permeating, enveloping the mind in darkness,
There is nothing left to the memory; few thoughts to be thought.
On the tongue, these words sit not right; language foreign even when known.
“Hold up, not think fine these past times. It right will be…”
 
Blessed infantile moments, a twist of the lips to become a mask of sadness
Lost in fairy tales of the mind’s making: one moment a smile the next a frown.
Dear one, cling to loved one’s hands; tighten, do not release your hold.
“There is no escape. Listen closely to their words, but on the ‘morrow, forget.”

Forsaken.

A meticulously executed dance,

shadows cajole the tightened strings,

darkness taunting; cantankerous laughter

malevolence tangible; oppressive weight.

Capered whispers; enwreathing isolation,

prespiration undulating; myriads of reflection

It is palpable. An acrid foreboding

entreating demons; brittle mind, shatter.

Cloying thoughts; barricaded sanity,

abhorrent loneliness; evermore an adversary

consciousness deadened; enveloping darkness.

sinister contemplation; benumbed, unfeeling.

Isolation - to be forsaken. Forgotten.

a charred cross; relenting to madness.

a laberynth; morality, judgement dissipitated.

frigid fingers prying, tearing; gaping, wounded soul.

Sniveling child; unbecoming of humanity.

ghastly paintings; unraveling of memories.

momentous freedom; shan't dissolve, un-elusive.

a mirage this trickling thought? Illusory?

Elysium? Unchained; permitted to venture forth?

Queries unanswered; simpleton, fool.

astray amidst beguiling evils; traitorous fiend.

cessation, bereavement; to chance upon hell.

The seahorse necklace

Waves of a metallic sea

a curling tail and mane of iron

eyes of silver ever watchful

hung at the hollow of a throat

motionless; a picture of beauty.

The Night's Game.

Capered shadows, slunk nearest the rubble's edge,

Hera's veil of black does blanket the skies.

Viscous poison, fumes of the decay beneath the ground;

weeping souls wail, bemoaning their eternal torment.

Cernuous willow's tendrils break obsidian waters,

reflections of phantom wraiths beckoning bone-like claws.

Enticing invitation, a promise in perpetuum; forever.

The hourglass foreshowing of the lasting time; nearly gone.

Contours distinguished, phantom figures dancing

venomous fangs sunk into the flesh of reality

a step closer, abiding whispers of cajoling voices.

Eternal murmur, promises yet to keep to those kept.

The remnants of Artemis', pale glow within the skies.

though soon will Apollo's fingers lift the conceiling night.

Only eternally will the darkness remain; imprisoned.

Pixie-like innocence luring, entrapping within taloned hands.

Frost bitten winds seek warmth; a serpent of glacial ice.

Undying flames, coursing through the shell of prey,

infernal ticking, a soundless clock heard by deaf ears.

Endlessly, the fight ensues, never to be won. 

At last does light sear away tainted shadow,

shades vanished before the sun, caterwaul of ire.

Upon yellowed grass lie the cadaver of a fool, 

ensnared within the dead's embrace; the night has yet to lose.