KeeperCast me forth in solitary servitudeMy eyes the mystery of your peaceLiquid pools past through the center of this cold universal timeAnd I merely a prisoner within the ebb and flow of this cosmic tideSouless black sat sky that lingers over me with suffocating handsClasping about my throat with surreal easeSlip me past the reality here that I may wander in another state of mindThat ghost within the mist who seeks to bade you forth to unknown realmsThat ghost the mirror of myselfMuted keeper of my secret whose chilled touch raptures the mindSeeking serenity within the warmth of alabaster skinCast forth eternally by the gaze of raven black eyes hidden in the shroud of nights silky weave.For I am but times keeperSet forth to steal precious moments from eternities touchHidding them within the sanctuary of stillnessDark Prince set forth to capture the image of dear Aphroditie in all her forms and light.
They Saved Her SoulThere they all stood, grouped in a semi solid mass of flesh and bone and I on the outskirts of what was happening as it always seemed to be. I stood like a shadow in the backstage of this production, a lost soul in a sea of never ending faces. Like the turning of a page in time, one moment slipped to another and then to yet another without so much as a word of warning to my mind. Yet, in some oddity of its own right it flowed naturally to me, just as the tide would upon the shorelines at sunset.They were talking, though to me it sounded like muffled whispers. Inaudible tones that ran together with the hum of some unseen scratching or record that would skip on an old record player when it hit the last of its harmonies. Try as I might I cannot hear them, and I close my eyes giving my head a shake hoping to clear the space between us all.The scene before me began to slip away, as though an artist who had painted it suddenly found tormented frustrations within their watery ima