Σάββατο, 5 Φεβρουαρίου 2011

The Warrior & the Dragon



‘Tis the dullness of a wistful sun

Pending on idle hearts with absent minds

Steel of will orbiting in the kingdom come

Bravery battles for a man-made reward

The jewel island has yielded to blackness

Till the Moor struggles out its very last hope

Beaconing for a human heart

Pumping and bloody to become a savior

Tell-tale signs of a chimed grandfather clock

To whom this oddity is brushed off

How should the rays of enlinghtment touch thee?

When nymphs have dressed thee in black waters

Oh Birdy, my birdy, thy journey thus far is a naught,

Crossing hearts and minds

Blasting truths and dares.

“Abandon ship”, the Master said,

By the death of the intern our salvation is at hand,

But without thee ‘tis only a broken wasteland.

Spelling our good-byes hastily

In the wrong neglected scriptures,

Discarding the immortal wine from the Silver Cup

Solitude hands us firmly for her whim,

Spiking the innocence of us for her wanton sport,

Crashing beauty and all her trims

For thee I prayed the winds would crack

To lead thee in a green chaos of ambition

Leaving my animal heart in a vain collision

North winds blew with their iron cheeks,

Thus tempted mine passions,

For the resurrected poetry

How not to bloom thou hast taught me,

Taunting has transformed into sweet surrender

A blind man’s buff thus this life will always be.

Exile is a dreadful delight,

For the one who cherishes nothing more

Than the release and rebirth of the spirit.

An Easter Island has thrown me in tempest

Crafting spells and gospels

Leaving my tyrant to an incessant frenzied service

Why, how should you die so fertile in thy prime?

My ingenious dragon your earth has lied to thee,

In bitterness thou shalt live till Kingdoms sleeps.

‘Tis a grey soul that will wrinkle in your calling

A warrior of light, was once called by its sweetheart,

Before the maid found her sudden end, she prayed for Light.

A certain Britomarte shall be thy salvation;

If thou shalt let her Light guide thee out of the shadows,

To walk with thee to the galactic gallows.

The honeyed-guillotine awaits us, dear Shepherd;

Follow the trail of the entwined souls,

That bid thee Farewell, with their dying hallows.

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