The writings of Oddpoet

The dark­ness rouses and sighs
As the har­bin­gers of dawn
Sing
Like witches about a caul­dron
Work­ing spells of mys­tery and unity
Con­nect­ing the dis­parate melodies of this world



They would have me believe



Out­side my win­dow they orches­trate hope



Yet the axe sings also
Shak­ing off cob­webs
Lying in wait in the shoe­box of my life
It’s edge glint­ing
Sharp­ened by unimag­in­able steel pain
Flam­ing sparks ascend­ing the heav­ens
Tak­ing their place as burn­ing novas
In the fir­ma­ment
A song of blood and revenge
Always scream­ing it’s rage
Plead­ing for my soft caress
Upon it’s oaken shaft
’Let us leap upon this stage my Brother!
Let us together sing Mar’s mar­tial hymns of death“



Beseech­ing voices
And the gen­tle flap of com­pelling wings
echo hol­low against the dis­in­te­grat­ing Dark­ness
Lulling me
Telling me to aban­don pas­sion
“Look beyond your­self
To the eter­nal“



The Axe sings it’s song
Touch­ing
That which is only I
Resis­tance is futile
It’s melody too strong
It’s rhythm in time to my burn­ing heart
I grasp its oaken body
And flashes of power and rage
Vibrate down to my soul
“There is only us my Brother
You have no part of them
Let us go forth
And sing our song“



The axe screams a song
Only I can hear
The world trem­bles
And I…
Weep…

Tags: Darkness, Dawn, eternity, Song

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