He chose the Path of the Huntress,
A Jack with a Sleeve of Hearts,
In search for an Afterlife
Beyond her crumbling Cove;
In search for a missing Half
Deep in the Shadowlands.
He chose the Path of the Huntress,
A Jack without his Jill,
Beyond the Light the Stories withered
As silence fell and voices faded.
He chose the Path of the Huntress,
A Jack – without a Jill.
Dual moon madness: I embraced love only to find her dead; death became an answer never sought yet always portrayed: pray, be ready for the lady in red, be ready for the narrow path, for the door without handle, for the faceless keyhole; hollow dreams kept me afloat, awake and aware of the coming tide, of the residual madness, of the missing I in what became the final stand; tender and tethered I left love behind, her madness moved mountains but not my mine; my mind set on moving beyond, to go where the wee lady spoke of seas without end, of a golden shore to set me free, and of an escape from her delusions of a me.
I have been so far from here. I have travelled galaxies behind my eyes and I have held so firmly to the sounds of reverberating lies. I do not know what I am doing here. I do not belong here. There is no place for me;
this is no place for me.
I have been so far from here – I don’t recognise the landmarks or the locals. I heart. I wave. I acknowledge.
There is no place for me;
this is no place for me.
The tumblr programmers have added a feature preventing me from replying… that’s innovative?!?! So I will reblog instead, just wanting so say this is always a place for everyone, including you, #fact. Another useless fact is this: you are my third longest connection, yes you – remove Tumblr itself there is only one which I have connected with longer. We’ve been here for years, decades even. I suggest we remain, as air sustain life we feed the words into the perpetual grinder of everlasting dreams.
Sól
But I can’t tell you of that,
can I?The wolf’s chase, the run,
the blood-stained snow, screams stifled
to barely a breath.*
I won’t be able to unsay
that Imissed you when you stopped
looking formy reflection in the well, bare,
undone, eaten alive.*
Is this when it starts
to last?Or is it already frozen
like early bloomsgripped by cold
consuming them like fire?
As dusk settles
As twilight calls to arms
I light four candles
Each night, every night
In remembrance of brighter days
Of days of snow
And icicle brows
As dusk settles
As innocence falls apart
I light four candles
Each night, every night
In remembrance of another life
Of a life of smiles
And absent worries
As dusk settles
As fate calls for a final charge
I light four candles
Each night, every night
In anticipation of a life anew
Of a life with another me
And you
She came loosely wrapped
In a tarpaulin waltzing,
Wild fire in her hair
& bleak lips pouting,
The gentle men awaited
Seeking all her candle light,
Begone the seasoned darkness
Banish now our gloomy lives.
She came loosely wrapped
On snowless ground,
Ablaze as morning broke
Behind a frosty night,
Across a barren meadow
In the country of old,
The long shadows shortened
As her light faded cold.
