The force behind the hand grows tired.
The field where words roared and played
is barren of life,
full of bare trees, hard soil, muddy snow,
lost time, and regret.
I own the irretrievable
and the unacceptable.
My idle hands have doomed
my legacy to obscurity.
I tell myself
I do not care,
and wonder why
I’m weeping.
Farewell,
my love.
It seems I knew you not.
The sound of the closing door
was a whispered sob
that only served to
amplify the tearing of
separation.
Farewell,
my love.
It seems we both forgot.
The days of laughter and love,
at once torrid and tender.
Our words of fealty
and the promises in stone
eroding with time
and the day to day
decay of fantasy.
Farewell,
my love.
We gave it our best shot.
The letdown felt like chains
and the arguments were
thorns in the side
that never healed,
and mortal grace
was insufficient.
Farewell, my love.
We didn’t love a lot.
Our curses even now ring like
minor key bells
in my memory.
Farewell, my love.
In beauty there is rot.
And in the sun’s persimmon rays
we say farewell to better days
in the land of loving thought.
Fare well, my love.
Down by the river,
she runs through
the night.
Shade alabaster.
Shrouded moonlight.
Some rich man’s wife.
Some farmer’s daughter.
Some say she haunts
by the
Darkling Water.
Some say they’ve
seen her
run through the trees.
Some say she cries out
with keening and pleas.
Some say her pale hands
are dripping with blood.
Some say she’s lying so still
in the mud.
No name is given.
No questions asked.
Sitting on mossy stones,
in moonlight basked.
Chills when she looks at you,
grasps at your sleeves.
Crying, she clutches you.
Spectral heart grieves.
There’s no escaping now.
With her you go,
caught in the current’s
ethereal flow.
Some rich man’s wife.
Some farmer’s daughter.
Some say she haunts
by the Darkling Water.
And now she wanders ‘neath the waves,
her raven hair pulled tight,
dark eyes upon the ocean floor.
She walks it through the night.
The ship she rode was shattered
on a rocky coral shore,
And now poor Muirgen, lost at sea,
will ride the waves no more.
Loved lass she was, and passing fair,
the sailors all did say.
No favor gave she when they’d stare;
she sent them on their way.
A new start was her final wish.
The village grew too small,
and passage bought with man and fish,
they sailed into a squall.
The vessel fought it bravely,
but the waves kept rising higher,
and cracked the mast and broke the deck,
and lightning started fire.
And there was Muirgen, lost at sea,
to bear a bitter fate.
She never would see land again,
but had no one to wait
at home upon the seaside shore
to grieve her soul’s demise,
no family or caretaker.
For Muirgen, no one cries.
They say that you can see her
when the moon and stars are nigh,
serene beneath the rolling surf,
the southern wind her sigh.
We sing of Muirgen, lost at sea,
the world no more to roam.
The current of her passing soul
will guide us safely home.
The current of her passing soul
will guide us
safely
home.
You haunt the lake now
Melody?
What are you searching for?
You cry aloud so mournfully!
It pierces to the core…
I see translucent tears aglow!
How can a spirit cry?
It’s me you look for,
Melody?
I didn’t want to die.
I ask forgiveness,
Melody,
for holding you below
The dark and murky
water where
you didn’t want to go.
Do not approach me,
Melody,
with eyes of fire and hate
You said you loved,
but I did not,
and now it is too late.
So I insisted,
Melody,
that we could both be free;
I didn’t know the
end of you
would be the
end of me.
Approach in reverence,
my friend.
You are most welcome here.
The fires will light your way
to me
and calm your doubt and fear.
Long years have we been waiting for
your soul
to bring its light.
And patience is its own reward.
Now welcome
to the night.
For when the doors are opened
friend,
there will be no return.
And hidden from
celestial sight
you’ll burn
and burn
and
burn.
Your life upended,
just wanting to feel good
for a moment,
The serpent slithered down
and flicked your ear with
a silver tongue
Betrayed, you were
hung up
strung out
and dying slow
The jester bested
the king
And the pain of your need
dimmed the light of your soul
You’d say anything
Do anything
Kill anyone
And now
the programs sprout
like mushrooms
pretty with disease
nutritious with bacteria
And you live in
cold and wretched
shadows
in cold and wretched
places
with a cold and wretched
heart.
and cold and wretched
voices in your head.
I would reach out to you,
but you won’t put your hand out,
except to pull a weapon on me
and have me supply your
demon’s need
Sometimes I just gave it to you,
because I knew you once
and recognized your shell.
I can’t return home,
And you can’t leave.
Is this goodbye?
I wish we knew
I wish it wasn’t
I hope it isn’t
but as we idolize
the parasite
that infested you
as he drives his Escalade,
his rims spinning as he goes
nowhere, a reflection
of both of you,
I can only look in from
the outside,
and say
I’m sorry
our
friendship
our
brotherhood
could not make you
feel good enough about
you
I still hold out hope,
my brother, that one day
through your nightmares
a dream will come instead,
and
you too, will remember
the man you
used to be
I’m standing in the light
calling
waiting for your
crawling shadow
to pass the dirty window
I’ll still be here
when you answer,
if you answer,
but
it’s up to you now…
I see him on the throne
in this cavernous hall,
alone, utterly alone,
as all around him slowly chips away,
and crumbles,
and dies.
He waits, but not for me.
A longing puts an aura round him
and fills the hollow alcove
with a shimmering
sky-blue burst.
Breath becomes ice crystals,
and flesh becomes blue,
but he is waiting
for something, or someone,
somehow still living
in the crippling, crumbling
cold now draped about him
like a royal robe
There will be no spring thaw
of his ice blue gaze,
no warming of his iron blue heart,
no budding blossom of love.
His wrath will fall,
hard and cold
as his kingdom,
when his people return…
if they return…
if they ever return…
before the castle
crumbles, and collapses
on the crown of
the ice-blue king.
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Trickery do you now devise,
that you would take my lover’s form
and bring new grief to heart and eyes?
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Lovely was she, when the dance
would her effervescent nature
make her leap and spin and prance.
Dance you now before me, spirit,
knowing she has gone away,
taking life and laughter with her,
holding me no more in sway?
Dance you now before me, spirit?
Leave me now and put to flight
Frilly lace and fragile gossamer,
And my heart she held so tight.
Dance no longer with me, spirit.
Music, broken, plays no more.
Dance into benighted moonlight,
Leave me here, on love’s dark shore.
Dance into benighted moonlight.
Leave me here, on love’s dark shore.
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