While God’s malformed Hell hounds
suck pungent nectar from barbed plants

Yet she sings
With arms raised her words do battle
Flashing argent against the coal black sky
Coruscating and relentless
Blazing and incorruptible

While God’s demons devour
Soul charms and innocence.

Her ship voyages dangerous seas
Sailing amidst heart’s cost and pregnant tears
Her verse a nimbus
Freeing dreams to roam where they will

While God seeds blackened crops
And broken wills

Casting runes like wizard spells
Enchantments that climb rainbows
With vines of creation healing broken souls

While God’s wraiths
Sow tears among the fallen

She sails on rivers of blood
Aboard screaming ships
Silhouetted by doomsday words
And flashlight dreams

Would you drink?
Would you know me?
Peel the layers
Of falseness
Into my heart?

I wish to taste you
Savor your essence
This world can no longer contain my hunger
My desire
My will

One night
While the Gods sleep
And the world suspends it’s tortuous path
Yet can it be?
Can the universe sustain such passion?

Yet One night…
One night…
I would stop the stars
Still the beating of false heart
Cause songbirds to rise as one
And sing a symphony
That compels the world
To listen…
Proclaim to the world.
That beauty’s heart still beats
In you

JUST ONE NIGHT!
I would lay prone
And take the pain
That bathes you
And the particles that define us
Will rearrange
Differently

Would you have me stand outside your closed door?
Locked against the boredom of this world?
Yet
It cannot be
This world does not reward a true heart
And…



The stars will weep
Their light less bright
This world will stop
And feel an emptiness

And the songs of this world



Will sigh…

Beauty abused
Love unrequited

Her quill dipped in passion fire
Lilting
Setting the world in flames
Brighter than day
Darker than the silent moon

Paper can not contain her words
They cry and immolate
And ask why?

Blackened ash screams across the crying breeze
her words frothing on a beach of gravitational singularity

Painting forlorn beauty
The circle seeking completion with elusive Tangent.

Know!

I will be there
In the darkness of your night
When all is gone

Reason abandoned

The wind …

Will always whisper her name

On crisp parchment unfolded from within a weathered pouch

Delivered by an unknown horseman

His words came to her…



“Inamorata…



The darkness is complete



Through Hades lies



And Cerberus’s breath



I believe again we’ll meet…”





The visible tremble in his usually elegant cursive frightened her.…





“They



Say no man can escape his death



Yet



It’s what I seek to do



I’d travel



Long and troubled roads



to



lie again with you.”



Silently hot tears began to fall

They stung her cheeks

His words, now blurred through the saline and fire light

Grasping the paper he once touched ever tighter

She read the words of her love, her poet, her warrior…



“Beloved



The Stars are strange here



Their mocking light



Lending credence to the darkness



All



Manner of Demon spawn



Assault me



Whispering…



Taunting…



Telling me



You are a lie



That beauty such as yours



Does not exist”



She knew this day would come

The old woman had warned her

The prophecy she denied

It now beseeched her



“It’s as if



They seek to deny you



Have me disavow the



The fidelity of you



I cannot



Give lie



To the truth of you”





The fire in her hearth roared

Blazing with the pain in her heart

She fell to her knees

Shivering in fear, feeling her loss

Despite his determination

Doubt befell her

The witch was wise

The prophecy fulfilled

But yet, he still believed…in her.



“You are the waypath



The



Road



Back to the world



Where dappled Sunlight



weaves webs on flowing streams



Where caressing breeze



Orchestrates the dance of leaves”





Her heart trembled

The locks of golden hair softly flowing

across her shoulders reverberated with her pain.

Carrying the weight of each sob and gasp…

His love was unlike anything she had ever known





“I can no longer suffer this darkness



I seek the light



I seek you



I recall your image in my mind



Growing



Fusing unto itself



Exploding outward



Like a newly birthed Sun



I cast away the chains that would bind me here



Your image glows in the darkness



Laying the creatures low



And I walk



Determined



One step



Then another



Closer



Ever closer to you…”





She traced the last of his words with her finger…





“They call me the



Heretic”





“So



be



it.…..”





Fate had found her.

Her love, her poet was gone.

Falling away like the ink from the parchment



“So be it.…..” She uttered.



And then there was the dipping in the well…



A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.

Once she began, the words flowed for weeks and days.

As did her tears.

Her poet was gone.



“They



Say no man can escape his death…”





“So be it.…..” She cried.



She had never written a word of verse before that day.

She only mused the beauty of the others.

But she loved his the most.

And he knew it.

She was his muse.

He was inspired.

He would create.



“I seek the light



.…I seek you”



Under the gaze of her love

He had written lines laced with colorful complexities and meandering metaphors.

Twisted meanings like puzzles with unseen keys.

They made her think.

And she smiled with delight.

And the passionate ones, of love, were few and far between.

When they came they brought tears to her eyes and a smile to her lips.

But now, her poet was gone.



“All



Manner of Demon spawn



Assault me…”





“So be it.…..” She wept…



Then, in a morning’s mourning, she sat at his desk, alone.

Fingers traced the parchment of his choosing.

Crisp and clean.

Unlike the dusty and soiled parchment delivered in the horseman’s pouch.



“Beloved



The Stars are strange here…”



She closed her eyes and caressed her cheek with his brilliant white quill.

Oh, how she’d watched it dance in the evening’s fire light.

Night after night as he wrote she watched it sway in his strong hands.

Spinning tales and lines and magic before her eyes.

She admired his mind. And loved his soul.

But now, her poet was gone, and her days turned to night.



“Whispering…



Taunting…



Telling me



You are a lie”





“So be it.…..” She cursed.



Her nights were the days she wrote the most.

Line after line she found her voice.

She tried to purge her pain.

But it would not go away.

Again and again, there was the dipping in the well…

A well of ink to fill the quill of her hurt and her pain.





And she knew…



it was forever.





“I recall your image in my mind



Growing



Fusing unto itself



Exploding outward



Like a newly birthed Sun



I cast away the chains that would bind me here



Your image glows in the darkness



Laying the creatures low



And I walk



Determined



One step



Then another



Closer



Ever closer to you…”





“So be it.…..”



She closed the door.



Her poet was gone…

Wrapped up in inner confusion.

I see your dreams and fears

Awash

Abandoned

Amid the cheer of illusion.

Life assaults you

Yet, you fight

So precious you are

Filled with all in which I delight

In you I find the light

That casts away the darkness

You still the pain

I

Always feel.

The joy…

I need.

You are the crystallized snowflake

The chill of a winter dawn.

The soothing caress of sunlight

You heal this soul Oh so torn.

You are the unanswered phone call

The silence that greets my cries

Oh unrelenting sadness

Yet I try..

And try.

You are all…

all
I need

]]> http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/13/sad-girl/feed/ 0 http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/12/the-last-poet-3/ http://oddpoetworld.com/2009/12/12/the-last-poet-3/#comments Sat, 12 Dec 2009 10:04:35 +0000 Eddie Mount http://oddpoetworld.com/?p=317 My scream painted sin

Across the summer sky

The world

Wobbled on its axis

Paused

Held its breath



The trees trembled

Samson knelt before me

And prepared to die

“Scarred Man” he began

His lips quivering

“They came in the night”

“The Chorus and I drew sword”

“”She bade us hold”

“And left with them”

His hands twisted in rage and shame

Yes

He would die for her



I let him live

My breaths came in ragged gasps

Her voice

Suddenly

Came to me

As it had for three years now

And my eyes squeezed

In vain

To stem the tears

That washed my scarred face



She was alive!

I moved to my horse

Samson and other members of the Chorus

Eyes gleamed

And followed

Their blood lust

Palpable

I winced



Men who

Once coaxed

Beauty

And Life

From Dirt

Would become

What I have always been

The enemy had much

To answer for.



“Samson”

“Double the guard”

“And prepare to move”

It was as if I struck him

“But…”

I never gave orders twice



My horse wheeled

As I methodically approached the castle

My body was strewed with arrows

I couldn’t die

Until she told me

I could

The berserker was upon me

My sword screamed

And Sang

In the key of rage.

My blade glowed incandescent

Its white fire

Unquenchable

Blood hissed and splattered

My hated essence blazed



Who would dare touch her?

Those who stood before me

Died

The rest fled



Three witch word singers

Hurled arcane verse

At me

Just before there heads

Came to rest on the floor



I stormed the room that I knew held her

Five men died

Quickly

There

She was

The Last Poet and a Word Mage

Were engaged

In eldritch incantations

Her hands were bound

Impeding her

From verse flow



He was not

Nor could he ever

Be

A match for her

I almost laughed.

But decided to kill him

Instead



The Word Mage eye’s widened

Hurled

Death verse at me

His words crumbled and howled

In useless fury

“I am already dead fool”

I flung the Word Mage out the window

And watched

As his body tumbled

Cursing

That I could not hurt him

More.



I gathered her in my arms

“You know

You really have to stop doing that”

She curled up in my arms

And the world was

Once again

Tolerable

Hope

Was

Alive



A bird sang

And memory

I stumble

Over

Dead bodies



The Sun

Begging forgiveness

Envelopes

Me

And tries

To warm

This cold soul



Broken children

Arms and legs

Spread

At impossible angles.

Stab at my heart



The scent of lilac

Competes

With the decay of flesh

Always screaming

In mute agony



The world is not a kind place

It cares little

But for

Sunrises

Sunsets

Ticks of an

Unforgiving clock



Amid the rubble

Of our collective sins

I found her

She smiled

And broke the heart

I though I no longer

Had



I would never kneel before any God

But I knelt before her

She was the last Poet

The faint hope

Of a dying race



With an innocence

That broke my heart

She said

“You are the scarred man”

You are here to die for me?”



Words

Had long since left me

I shouldered my pack

And began the journey

To

The long and dark

Lonely road



She clutched my hand

I fought off

The momentary revulsion

I forgot the touch

Of another

Human being

“It’s alright”

“Are we not friends?”

Her knowing smile

Belied her youth



We walked

In silence

“You know”

“You don’t have to die”

I didn’t answer

I was already dead



I scanned the landscape

For

Enemies

The howling of wolfs

Sang

With heart rending

Loneliness.

“Such a sad song they sing”

I gripped

The unfamiliar touch

Tighter