third volume

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

slayer


Many a knight pursues a quest
For honour, glory, things that pass.
In blind fury they headlong charge
The mighty beast that they awake;
Most leave the filed in Charon’s barge,
Corpses charred by the ancient drake.
With faith in forces they possess
Few walk upright through the test.

The fame of Slayer one so wins
Like did St. George in ancient time:
A dragon less now walks the Earth
And fools rejoice and raise their prayers.
Yet, Earth is dragons’ since its birth
And mere usurpers are the slayers.
The guilt heavy as is great the crome,
Their true trial but now begins.

To earn redemption they now must
Wash clean of sacred blood their hands:
The worst of pains tortures their minds
- A pain only a Slayer feels;
It’s pain that tears and pain that binds
- A pain only a Dragon heals.
A Slayer’s quest thus never ends:
Heal wounds with dragon’s aid and trust.


Monday, March 13, 2006

silver sickle


Silver sickle on the rise
Cuts open the heavens
And out fly the ravens -
Souls of dead that roam the skies.

Raindrops touch windowpanes
While black wings touch dreams
And ere the night wanes
Vows are sealed with moonbeams.

Silver sickle in descent
Cuts in two what should be one;
Yet some seals can't be undone
And all is as it is meant.


Tuesday, March 07, 2006

sleep (shadows follow)


The remedy of counting sheep
Has failed in bringing me release.
There's no escaping and no peace.
The shadows follow in my sleep.

I wake up soaked and tremor
From my nightmare's reign supreme.
A cold grip of lovecraftian terror
Enfolds and chokes me in my dream.

Like black velvet a vision descends.
There's no way I can keep my mind hollow.
'Cross the line where consciousness ends
In my sleep shadows follow.


Sunday, March 05, 2006

so long (and then... he left)


'So long!'... and then... he left
Keys dying on the floor.
Shards of broken glass
cut wounds drawing wine.

'So long!'... and then... she wept
Dry tears to a leaning door.
In dark one could guess
Her stern set jawline.


Saturday, March 04, 2006

sapphire blue


Drops of tears, drops of rain
Are prisms I look at the world through:
Take in the sacred, the profane
Dispersed in shades of sapphire blue.

Hints of oceans, patches of skies,
Breathtaking moments encapsuled in haiku:
The world seen through my eyes
Is filled with shades of sapphire blue.