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.

Further yet

Then it was the confusion that made more,
In still talk the verbal scum brought bore,
Little was to be said but profane words,
And soon in the night were broken worlds,
Ere come was she in banshee took to rise,
Whose only heart could not amount in size,
As ice she littered words over warm heart,
So much not even cupid could throw the dart,
With tears mounting away with clogged nose,
Is no sight more poorly her soul but froze?
To cling on hope for words alone to say,
And when her heart is squeezed she’ll pray,
For every blood poured is her terror in wait,
At the touch of fate she is but merely bait, 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.

G.H.O.S.T.

But while she walks round no life,
Is all but life in me to fight,
Stirs in dark, hides through light,
A ling’ring spirit ere close was nigh,
Dare myself a walk in ways I ne knew,
As a shadow close casts blood to brew,
Then, a quiet walk then was utter strife.

Within the clutches my nails soon broke,
Whose skin so pale, mine almost torn,
Whose watch even pierced sun at dawn,
Alas, no light would enter but here,
Last, my seconds deign the hours gone,
Is soon but fought my guilt is done,
For even silent whispers can me choke.

With every pace I forward was she turned,
With every breath my heart strung hers,
By light I would have known her first,
At that time she called to me a saviour,
But my lady, as said I am no better saint,
Here I am walking the slowest dare to faint,
For to close mine eyes is fate too burned. Read More

Matchmaker

Simple steps what pleasant actions were made,
Little by little is the smile he laid,
Another man, a lady he promised,
What a day, just after work and hesitates,
Those simple acts so present so bare,
It’s only just that he treats her fair,
Shun not I, seek not advice how solemn,
Breathes deep too deep ere the heart the sun beats,
The feel that crawls through the soul ere it heats,
Given the cocoons locked within are slowly hatched,
Surely give butterflies to hatch once more,
Though no choice made, but sits so patient,
Like the long wait to be seen by her Love,
So sits and calls the Matchmaker to run,
Thus there was a subtle memory once she had,
All was once as it was and so shall be again,
This obituary to the past can not survive,
Tears would run down her face and she’d cry,
Risks taken and still she sits so silent,
Only a phone can keep her company in harm’s way,
No message could be sent to Whom she loves,
She’s still waiting but could not dare scream, but
Never weeps and so distance grown is love grown,
This mind so scrambled and boiling down to blood,
A figure that runs through hail and rain is same,
Tests her wait and every step and familiar scent,
Is but the same that gives her what she is,
Though emotions thrown is simple act none unmade,
Shall never cast herself away lest fade.

Skating on the Moon

Somehow in one way or another they landed,
Was but no question to ask lest they banded,
A soothing sound there was none on Earth,
Not even in during the first hour of birth,
A smell of roses that covered them both,
Drop of water through the planes is love,
The circumference of the two was nigh,
The area divided between the two was pi,
This figure so dark, so silent yearned to dance,
I will dance with her; I will reveal my stance,
There’s a slide that gives me leave to destroy,
She evades and seeks my resolve as a boy, Read More