This gold cannot be sold for profit; nor can it be made to encase jems. This gold
only beats at you until you are bloody and ragged; a mere skeleton of what you once were.
The only thing it has in common with the true gold is its ability to turn men, into
Sand slipped stealthily through the young woman's clenched fist. There are many
who have adapted to this harsh climate, only the strong survive. Clenching her eyes shut,
an image appears, one not made from the heat of the sun as it crushed down upon each
living creatures' neck, but of a memory. She remembers the faces of her younger siblings,
a small boy and a girl only a few years younger than herself. Her heart felt slowly
punctured with the thoughts, and a fountain of tears rose to her ears and nose,
threatening to spill.
Jerking back to the present she shook off her emotions and knelt down, sensing a
calculated stare resting on her. Turning slowly, she scanned the barren sandy plains.
The Devil's SonnetBleed your heart to cast my inkThe Devil's Sonnet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then sign upon the flesh and skin
For madness hangs upon the brink
Where you drown in poisoned sin.
And eyes I stole from lovers' sights
shall deem with only me to kiss and lie
Reclaim on those stolen lusty nights
When letters bind the name and tie.
Can you catch the devil's tongue?
It's twisted within your own
And can you claim this deed so wrong
When all hope of redemption had flown?
Think with thoughts as black as coal
To match the state of your sold soul.
The Fall of EpithilinonIThe Fall of Epithilinon1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let no man speak of wars whence
No answer graced our call,
Let man remember gods thence
Gods, watchful of our fall;
Speak in silenced sighs, men,
Dead men hither sleep,
No flag here flails, amen, amen!
Who can ever beweep
Our brethren in the deep.
Frightened colours breached the sky,
The church bells played a dirge;
The bustling hills and vales so nigh
In crimson rage did merge,
Archers with crescents held high
Keen arrows fell like sin,
The portcullis in sorrow, shy
Interred our fathers in
The last grave of our kin.
Wailed the night in thunder blare;
The mangonels did come,
Lonely trumpets singed the air
When Earth ravished our home;
The eastern tower, wasting wear
For a trebuchet did bow,
Fallen stone and ballista bare
Broke its stony vow,
As the beadle mopped his brow.
Mildly armoured, men at arms
Stormed the brazen fray,
Howled the castle’s cold alarms:
Ladder men up the brae!
Blazed in ire the fields and farms:
The winter’s yield was spent;
A Song of Obsidian (Edgar Allan Poe Tribute)Upon one Night’s solemn, a dream caressed my soul darkly,A Song of Obsidian (Edgar Allan Poe Tribute)5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I awoke with all light failing, dying in cold winds bewailing
“A ghostly curtain,” I declared!—beyond my window peering;—
A wanton Lover that beshrew my deepest slumber
To what pleasures might arise, before my last breath is taken—
Surely I will ponder in gardens bleeding obsidian
Twas a Winter’s song, I recall—she first loomed upon the ages;
A fable—wherest my skin still broods in those dark torn pages
My beloved once wed;—now an apparition wild and seething
Her beauty tis but a lament, forever lost in my soul, haunting—
This winged-Demon outside, dripping terror from the trees;—
Unto a night of dread—a tempest of ebon seas
Decay hath become wine thru many Moons bleak and passing
Yet this black figure threatens my carriage of madness;—
“I beseech thee,” she bemoaned, clad in crimson shadows
A Goddess or Demon, returned in naked p
Andromeda on CassiopeiaI am an unripe novaAndromeda on Cassiopeia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
born of a blossom-warm womb
tucked in my mother's bosom-
I was prematurely plucked.
Thanks to my mother's harm
I never learned of love-
only of being adored.
Adorned with endless diamonds,
I am worshiped in light-years.
we found love in the mondegreensea foxwe found love in the mondegreen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
conflate by starfish
shimmer in soft waves
the tender turn; toss among these things
squeezing between the mondegreen softly,
as with the lilt of ocean
seashell breaths crept
soft dawn of day
i slipped from your arms
once hiding myself in love's cocoon
spring always seemed to cry for us
kiss us goodnight neath the stars
the swallow of wings
The SilmarilsGlowing forever in the light of the treesThe Silmarils2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Touched by Varda's ever-holy hand
And described as thus in the Eldar's decrees
As the only light left in the land.
Bringers of harm and center of strife
Base of an Oath sworn in pride
Causing brothers to take up the knife
And trek across Ea, far and wide
Reason for murder and naming of Morgoth
Passing hands from the light to the dark
These things holy and the wrath they wrought
These crystals three, last lights spark.
But they could not exist lest they cause slaughter
So One to the sky, that it might rise higher
And One to the oceans, bathed forever in water
And One to the earth, to sink in man's fire.
This beauty now gone, the Eldar now torn
Faenor banished, filled forever with scorn
But forever for him shall the Noldor mourn
Their rightful high king, from the day he was born.
A battle cry for the lost.Open your eyes my child,A battle cry for the lost.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we're on the way home.
We may not win the battle,
but you wont go down alone.
Your mother wont be forgotten,
she was taken way too soon...
But,revenge is never the answer,
a calm mind will help us bloom
We ran away from death,
and feel guilty from the fright!
But we will return for our family!
We'd rather die with a fight!
Come to arms my brothers!
Nomads, we are not.
Think about our precious lands,
or maybe you all forgot...
Well, whoever will stand with me,
clear the anger from your heart.
Blindness from rage is fatal ,
and we'd be doomed from the start.
So open your eyes my people!
We are on the way home.
We may not win this battle,
but we wont go down alone!
Fie! Fie!Fie! Fie!Fie! Fie!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Forsooth, wist I,
Much seemeth out of sorts.
Pale moonlight falls,
‘Pon darksome walls;
Fey shadow o’er the courts.
Fey and fie,
For evil’s nigh;
Doth spirit darkly stain.
Sleep doth refuse to dulcetize,
The greater then the strain.
Heed ye my cry!
For watch ye not the doors?
Dim twilight lay,
On landscape fey.
Mist sprawleth ‘cross the moors.
Fie and Hark!
Doth eye not mark,
The brimstone-flash of hell?
The Gurlock creeps,
Down from the steeps;
I know his reek right well.
Too late to hide!
Up now, and bar the door!
The creature crawls,
O’er stony walls,
Yet ye lay on the floor?
For death lurks near!
The creature’s drool drips warm.
Unto that beast,
Strength is a feast;
Weak is the strong man’s arm.
Ye lazy dafts!
I’ve with thy hafts,
Barred entrance to these halls;
This Grendel they,
The Chant of GOTHIC POISONThere upon clandestine fires of a midnight sky,The Chant of GOTHIC POISON2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world of forbidding awaits the dead
And we chant for our blood in Winter fields..
— In the feasts of the burning, I will be fed
Where solemn-lovers bewail o’er rivers dark,
the wilderness of the Moon falls into silence
Covet my love in a tempest of sangromancy,
for I bathe in the fever of serpents sleeping
Our ancestors float upon a song of thorns,
fading into a sea of amaranthine ..
The ebb of magick spills from trees seething
Crimson-feather’d-demons loom & seek
Within gardens covered in moss and decay,
the song of Gothic poison will tomb the weak
We rise in the requiem of a dethroned sky,
— blushing in the perfume of liquid-night
Behold the immortals! Otherworld’s we fly
I peered deep untamed-wounds whispering;
— intoxicated horizons naked and dripping
Spirits of the dead linger in broken twilight
The winds of Samhain rush thru my veins ...
Wings take flight in acid-shot dreamscapes
phases1.phases4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
facets of the heart, and one is burst,
I cannot stem the tide longer
of its plasma seepage,
or repel my darkest messenger
never to claim it as my own-
nothing about this is mine alone
as someone sinks into oblivion
while I think of them doing it
jumping the gun, racing the bullet
to quickly turn and take it
into their mouth, to chase the storm
that makes beggars of us,
burning retrograde of the moon,
slow grind of repressed memories
of an incomplete life
from the past coming full circle
in the pillaged remains
within the fault line,
my own slip between moments
entirely of dust and light-
I want to recite you poems
never conceived of,
and to listen, enraptured
when you sing me your last
my wishes are of no import,
the journey begins when it ends
leaving no time to linger
and nothing more to mend
The Witch's Bane.First day, the bells sang along the wind,The Witch's Bane.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slowly and deliberately--ding after ding.
Second day, they dragged her to the cage,
as she screamed and made curses of her rage.
Third day, they cut the wood and lit the fire,
and her body they shoved into the pyre.
And she let out a ferocious wail,
as the crowd let out its hail.
Her flesh cracked--burning and sizzling.
The crowd fled away as it started drizzling.
And as the night fell over her lair
her whisper lingered in the air,
just after her burn,
'I will return.'
For a priceOnce upon time, there was a handsome prince who lived alone in a tower, guarded by three lions – he had grown there since his very tender age, for legend had it that he would grow to rule all kingdoms along with his Queen, if only a brave enough young woman could free him from his prison and claim his hand.For a price1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
But the young man did not wish to be freed, or to be wed; and so whenever, once every few years, a courageous lady managed to climb up to his tower and momentarily defeat the lions, he challenged her to a swordfight, and killed her if she lost.
For he had everything he needed there in his loneliness and peace; food he could hunt for, and his faithful felines brought back enough game for the four of them. A clear spring trickled down the stones nearby, and in winter there were birds, and stored provisions from the kind months, to survive on.
In clement times he would run and hunt and play with his animals, roam about the mountain and watch the clouds; in winter he would play mu
Coalescence in (and of) Poetry Chatoyant stargazer, you withCoalescence in (and of) Poetry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
skin as opulent as spring itself
hair a realm where fairies roam
limbs redolent of riverbed soil
lead me to the illusive seams
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of herPride of a Nation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a winter only world—she took a single breath and turned away
facing a new fate, one buried in snow no different from where she came.
The Quest For RememberingNight had fallen ever so gently over the main port city of the Kingdom of New Castleton. It was a special night, a night where the city lay sleeping wrapped in the womb of Mother Winter as her billowing skirts filled the skies above the always magnificent view from the mountains that surrounded it. Black tall, and vastly strong, as well as thickly dispersed were the many armed defenders of the meadows at the foot of the mountain passes. They loomed stark against the wispy scene below, where burning candles in windows had their lights muted by the large gently falling snow as it fell from the icy exhaling of Mother Winter as she held court above. The full moon was like a lantern that was swinging slightly on a ship at sea, muted by the many skirted layers of the gown of the Queen of Winter as she waltzed in reverie that evening. Silence was so prevalent that it could be heard as a sound. A quiet sighing of the meadows as they felt the multi landings of each unique frozen dancer of snowThe Quest For Remembering5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The EldarSplit into three but descended from oneThe Eldar2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beneath the tree from which they spawned
With their brothers now going or gone
The Eldar are left to stretch and yawn.
Best of the Quendi, a mighty clan
Elves of knowledge, ruling the land
Respected by all, even by man
Over time's uncounted but respectable span.
Apart but one, from one to another
Valinor to Aman, brother to brother
But eventually doomed to turn on the other;
Their own existence they did soon smother.
Shed tears for the Eldar, mightiest of elves
Vanyar and Noldor, in Aman they dwelled
Teleri apart, but they too would foretell;
'O grand and glorious Eldar, I bid you farewell.
we marchwe march;we march2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hailing from cavities filled with determination
and fruitless dreams shaken, not stirred
into our very own resilient rhythm,
comes our transformation from insignificant individuals
to "virtuous, momentous" society.
thriving with courage and dead chivalry, pike-eyed;
we live in servitude, fortitude for every day
is a new day, a new sun rising,
a virgin horizon to conquer
and put to test the palpable promise of our familial ties
and, as we sizzle in sweltering heat,
we stay busy keeping course,
bearing in mind that our fertile goddesses labor
alongside us, before us, for us;
birthing and binding almost every bit of this terra firma.
with our deeply dug out raw, ruby nails,
we set forth working from dusk to dawn
with every ounce of ourselves,
with our invasive trust in our collective working where
not one has ever escaped/gone astray.
along, mound minded as we push forward
till completion of our life cycle, we live each day;
minding no one
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
DUELI rise from bed and stretch and yawn,DUEL3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not yet dawn, I take my time to dress.
A million things run through my head,
As my wife prepares my breakfast.
I would be lying to you,
If I said I wasn't nervous.
My cause; however, is resolute,
And it only strengthens my resolve.
I rise from the table, prepared to go,
My wife hands me my coat and hat.
I kiss her cheek and walk out the door,
The cool winter air burns my lungs.
The gas lamps flicker and light my way,
And on time, I reach my destination.
The first rays of light rise from the east,
Across the field, from me, stands my foe.
‘Are you ready sir?’ he shouts at me,
‘Quite ready!’ I shout in reply.
Back to back, now, our pistols loaded,
He mutters ’Ten paces agreed?’
My heart now pounding, I reply ‘Agreed.’
We counted ten paces and turned,
A searing pain then spread through my chest.
My foe looked down on me as I lay dying,
‘Any last words?’ he asked gently.
My lungs filled with b
Summer's Secret: The Vampire SicknessSummer's Secret: The Vampire Sickness2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sitting in a hot bed delirious with a cold. If I could see my throat it would be burgundy red like a summer's sunset around 8 o'clock. I'm too sick to to play today.
A summer breeze is my sweet dream
when the season's shower is a monsoon bath
and I'd rather burn in nature's wrath than be dirty
so scorch me tan yeah I can live with that.
Got some breezers but this is getting worse. Anything on TV?
Find a cool anime reason,
this test is just a machine,
so skip the bad news season like
Dracula teasing a girl to eat her,
or maybe me hopefully
Hey I'd like to be that bat & an live eternally.
I can't even tell what movie this is? Maybe Blade with Snipes. It's hard to eat this sandwitch when I keep falling asleep.
Blood fume baths!
Give me a tsunami please!
Some other movie is on. I drag myself to the bathroom and splash freezing tap water on my face. I'm awake enough to watch this for a while.
Toxic mosquitoes swarmin' in
OdysseyWake up, and smell the rosesOdyssey2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, your spotlight's fading
Exhale, your curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through your window
Words, pounding through your head
The words that you should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with your Odyssey
Make up, your uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when you can’t save yourself?
“I begin to sing of Pallas Athena,
The dread Protectress of the city,
Who with Ares looks after matters of war,
The plundering of cities,
The battle-cry and the fray”
Wake up, and smell the roses
Live up, to expectations
Inhale, my spotlight's fading
Exhale, my curtain's falling
Moonlight, pouring through my window
Words, pounding through my head
The words that I should've said
They've all risen from the dead
Keep up, with my Odyssey
Make up, my uncertain mind
Inhale, how can she be rescued?
Exhale, when I can’t save myself?
How can she be rescued?
When I can’t even save myself?
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyUpon A kiss of Wild Things2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
A Tale of Elves and FairiesA Tale of Elves and Fairies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass