The Entity

The Entity

A door hung open, a draft blown in.
The creeks of the chair,
the crackles of the flames,
dampens the bliss-less silence within.
sparks fly, fire erupts,
the watcher's stare still remains frozen stuck.

Fingers long hardened, lay curled at rest.
Droughty eyes, gazed endlessly into a searing blaze.
A visage of fear incarnate looked on,
like time did once upon his life.

An eerie smile grinned eternally across his face.
Pain: numbed his heart cold, driven his mind insane.
But sealed an eternal smile upon his face.
The suffering that wrought the end of countless others,
brought him nothing but the unsettling sense of security.
Betrayed by fate it self, reason dictates none he must trust.
Tainted his past was, he looks beyond to a darker future.

Having lived through years of cold and harsh winters,
and thundering showers of rain.
A last storm now knocks upon his gates.
As hope begins to dwindle, the mist begins to disappear.
In a moment frozen in time, it all becomes clear,
for the hailed one, must live to see...

...to see it hail at the end.

July 18th, 2007
written by Auron

The Humble Gesture

The Humble Gesture

The songs echoes,
the siren sings,
A barren chamber now filled.
The curtain rises; the light dims.

An impatient audience roars,
claps and cheers abound.
The artist enters; gleefully smiling,
fingers twitching, hands raised; the gesture begins.

Rope snaps, a weight falls.
The artist now dead, the shows hope now forever lost.

July 14th, 2007
written by Auron

Collaboration, Part II (Piercing Green)

Piercing Green

Through broken window panes:
scattered glass and shattered dreams.

A vaguely seen sun sets,
ushering in a new night
and newer dreams.
A dance as old as time itself—
the moon rises...
and the sun falls.
Silver stars shine,
and the blue sky fades daily away.

The world refuses to cease
its trip around the sun;
and so time goes on.
Blithe refusal—a blatant rebellion—
her moon-bathed body lies helplessly:
blood-soaked and strangled,
olive eyes—glazed—but still looking onward,
watching, waiting,
...gone.

Hopelessly anticipating
the return of reason; the question of why...

...Am I forgotten?

A blanket of a million stars
hiding the night’s ugly secret;
silence…

A veiled shadow stands guard
over the soul of the broken—
black against black
the night cloaking fate:
a shadow, now sealed.

Tears swell: a memory recalled...
a touch of grace,
a glint of hope...
The last voice it heard:
“We don’t want you no more.”

A single drop falls…
the earth stained with sadness:
a misery invoked, pain surrendered unwillingly—
a life taken, not for granted, but gone forevermore,
one that will never again look upon the sun with blissful joy
or gaze longingly at the moon, wishing she had wings to fly.

Grief-stricken, sadness now abliss.
That single drop falls into the teary abyss.
In the darkness—misery intertwined with hope—
the light will come once more:
the day will dawn again for sure.

...But will night follow again?


July 11th, 2007
co-written with Auron

Collaboration, Part I (Blasphemy Incarnate)

Blasphemy Incarnate

Silken net, silky new, dangles above,
as hope returns triumphant and renewed.
Softly woven fibers of life woven together like fate’s hand:
silvery strings, dripping dewdrops of gold,
bright rays shimmer through as new becomes old.

Time slips...but life moves on;
streams twist and destiny shifts, yet still we live on.
Sunset reveals timeless a truth:
never tomorrows, and yesterdays, never again...
But dawn still rekindles, an old truth forgotten;
that everyday does still begin life renewed.

A page, yet unfolded; a rock, yet unturned;
a book long undone, sealed away;
a ship unsunken, a port veered away...
All these things, left unfinished;
to be long forgotten--broken by time's own hand.
A tragedy, self-incurred; a curse, self-invoked,
time passed away; a priceless treasure forever stolen.

The web woven, hope and fate intertwined, in destiny's evil lair.

July 4th, 2007

co-written with Auron

Red Balloon

Red Balloon

Red Balloon
shines bright in
Gleaming Sun,
bounces happily in
Summer Breeze,
white ribbon tied to
Child's Small Arm

January 20, 2007