Traveller,
doth you not remember what follows the Dark Ages?
Rebirth
'Tis you who made me believe in the great mysteries
and the magic of the world, your existence alone
Dance with me though there is no music in this great green hall,
we'll make do with the birdsong
Together we'll sway on these azure petals in tranquility
as enigmatic and captivating as you
I cannot put you into words, my friend
I hope you know you are my ambrosia, my nectar of the gods
I listened as you dreamt of building castles into the sky of out sugar
but the August rain washed it all away
I have played this act in my head one too many times
yet I never remember the opening scene
Though ever since day one I haven't been able to wait to get to hold you in my arms again
But when your fist briefly collided with my arm,
I forgot the agony
There's adoration, harmony in pain
I whispered my feelings to the sweet spirit of the night air hoping he'd spread the message
and eventually the words would reach your ear
This glow in my heart is a familiar - a gentle - companion, not a beautiful stranger
I do love you - but not in the way that does not let me sleep;
but in the way that keeps me warm
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Stories Among the Fog
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written - these are poems about heroes, devils and those twilight moments between this and the other world with a dash of romance. My work is embellished with some references to Greek mythology and Dungeons & Dra...