His Words

But no god adorned,
So few but kindred fair,

Alas my honest word is not,
Then cast me aside, alas;

Who could not for love help,
For prey is near, I am whole,

Lest I may be, yet safe bestowed,
Is for not so safe, for lack is born;

Ere born mine earnest hope begone,
But do no harm as more gone ye seek,

I tremble with every step I walk,
So tremble with every step you pass.

Could Fenrir not feel mercy for few?
Though He lives in me, I can give,

Alas mine art is small I cannot paint,
Though mine is large, but detail preferred,

So destroy me now, my soul is little to you,
Hence I shall imbue with mine, for more, to more,

But no strings attached I am slowly fraught,
Shall pluck the strings with claws of mine to play,

With every tug I am but arms and legs ye keep ye move,
For every tug of mine are but inches grown,

Alas my life is utter spent in jest and utter few,
Worry not for He is there but can only give,

Lest I am far from you, but could not sleep,
Sleep now, for He cannot afford at loss in you,

Ere given mine heart is but faint and ill to take,
If’t were shall I not cure the poison to make it so?

No, you cannot. For I am already dead, who cares!
Though I am here, but I cannot help you there,

Cold but sound, as I walk, my heart falls through snow,
Though forgiven, but I cannot give you what you want,

I understand. So let me weep and I shall pass you by,
Though I cannot, for even a boy can weep and lonely pass,

This servant of darkness calls for no dark, no kindred mine,
This servant of darkness calls you near, but cannot find,

Though a wrench in my heart but ill kept I shall bleed,
Bleed again for I shall be more tender in sight of woe,

So help me suffer and suffer more as frail as I become,
So move me here and I shall sign thy life to mine,

Though left in dark I see hopes shattered with utter dread,
But pay heed now for life of thine is but thin as utter thread.

Our Light of Woe

There, is light but none and he,
He, but is not the light I knew,

These dims that call me from far,
Is far from him as light never was,

Though mine heart is ill and conjured,
Though conjured is little said but mourn,

Ere morn, my morn is the evening hollow,
Is God more the light and dark too still?

Alas, of the night my light is utter spent,
Is ill before and my sight is hinder lent,

Free are the chains to chain him in time,
In time he shall enter the crossroads lone, Read More

In the stars, but no love

Though this much I ask but bitter tell:
Is not so fine, is not so,

But I am bitter but utter sweet,
Ere poison is mine the taste so far,

My tongue swims through drink and brew,
But mine eyes regressed too far,

Alas I am but simple yet so quiet,
Hears you the stars so loud and unspoken?

And the galaxy stirs in silence asleep,
Never asleep, as tender hearts grow amidst,

My sleep is deigned for hearts divine,
Alas my love can I not offer so little?

So beautiful, yet I have none to give,
Beauty does not age when eyes meet,

But I am swimming through fate’s despair,
To swim is not to seek the island of virtue,

Touches me through a heart long forgotten,
Though is forgotten but is not unkempt,

The stars are bright this evening,
Sing for my brightening star, my dear,

If you’re there, then sing for mine,
Alas, I am not there how far away,

Then I shall breathe the sun for air,
But my darkness wept is little kept,

Alas, there’s no light in me now,
Alas, I am but not light to be given.

Flight of the Raven

With what choice am I in vain not to choose,
For that road in wait here guides me follow,
At last find myself from Universe far,
Though closer to Earth in way orbiting
I will go the way and never aback be said,
To walk through the wind and shatter now,
Then this empty world invites another,
Somehow it whispers a name in shadow,
I’ll walk through the black and back,
Nor daring, am a mute bird in shadow,
There’s a beak I’m missing to become,
No wings as I’m feathered in the dark,
Read mine eyes that casts an arrow,
Soak my heart in black ink all night,
But I won’t write to fly away this night,
Ere my wings in molten wax be covered,
Nearby I’m silently landing towards you. Read More

His still and absolute Emotion

He lay checking out his phone,
The piano that slowly plays away,
Soon the night that draws near,
At last closes his eyes to see,
The memories he had once in fear,
His heart soon found comfort at bay,
Now knew the way to bond never lone.

He gazed at the way time had spelt,
The pictures that colour themselves,
Where those pixels subtly glitter,
For minutes to spell the hours lost,
In him, his heart to a happiness litter
Once slowly to the grey it delves,
His again the silence of life he dealt. Read More

Noble Man – II

Great Lady ye Fate, introduces myself thy Muse,
Creator of the Arts and thy patron here, sings,
The way just and lingering fair but only come,
So deigned is he who walks and lone he be finds
Upon himself a brow of hope that languishes ne
Parted and ne fair but longer never he despair,
Avows a chalice for one sip his only illusion,
Swallows the world and breaches not he but long
Walks to imagine a sight so pleasant he bestow, Read More