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Post by Absolon on Sept 26, 2005 12:59:58 GMT -5
This is a poem I did a while ago. The Horse and Rider In the grey dawn, a man on a horse galloped across the plain, and then looked up. A light, a flame, was in the east. The sun was rising and the horse sped away, away to the sun and the red morn. Away to the sun and the red morn! The light of battle was in the horse’s eyes, and the man was girded with sword and shield. Their call was to battle, to battle in the east. Away to the sun and the red morn! The combat was getting close, and sensing the conflict across the plain the horse sped onward, it’s mane streaming in the breeze. Away to the sun and the red morn! The man became one with the horse their actions as one, their movements as one. They rode together as the sun filled the sky, to the battle in which both must protect their honor. Away to the sun and the red morn! At last the field of combat, the sun was now high in the sky. The man gave a shout and the horse nieghed in unison, as they rode together into war, to glory to death. Away to the sun and the red morn!
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Post by Absolon on Sept 26, 2005 13:00:45 GMT -5
An Untitled Elegy
I can’t trust myself to speak, And in the deep darkness I can scarcely hear myself think. If I unfreeze from this pose, Will I let go, just lose control? The object of my love and rage Seems oblivious to me, in my cage Of stiff and cautious restrain. My heart beats oddly, a quick, pulsing melody As if it wants to dance. Slowly my fingers uncurl themselves And my feet discover they can move. My tongue still silent, For fear I might betray the flood inside my soul, I walk away, Wanting to cry, And do so once I am out of sight Of the one whose happiness brings me joy, And whose words leave a brand upon my heart. I escape into a void. A place where no one can touch me, But my feelings give chase, They will not take their leave. Empty words are little comfort To the pain lodged inside. Someday, will those words be sincere? Will the tongue reflect the heart?
Only time will tell.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 4, 2005 19:15:41 GMT -5
Lament of Sadao by Resca, Chronicler of the King
Guardian of the sacred Wall, Do you hear your charges call? Too long has evil roamed the land. Great fortresses of old turn to sand. Where have you gone, where shall we look for thee? The Song of the land has died, the Song of rivers blue, Of golden sun, of hill and plain. Guardian of the peaceful place, Have you left us to our fate? Given up, abandoned your post, To the people of this land, Will you let it be overrun by foreign host? The Wall crumbles like a weak and hollow band Before a flood of darkness. How long will it be before you hearken To our plea? Or should we desert our homes and flee? Woe to us, have we trusted one who was false? One who has for years ignored our calls. Guardian of the ancient Wall, Who will catch us when we fall? Thee, our one and strong defense, What keeps thee from coming hence To free us from the shroud of evil? Have you fallen in the fight Against the dark ones’ might? Alas for use, o curse the day, Our Guardian spirited away.
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Post by Absolon on Oct 10, 2005 19:56:45 GMT -5
Inspirit
Fires burn deep within, A suppressed emotion, Hidden from view. Fear keeps it in check, Fear of what the Others might think.
A free wind floats in her soul, Lifting up, it soars on the current of her heart. The Others laugh, Mistaking her happiness for inanity.
Roots hold her steady to the ground When the tempest swirls restlessly ‘round The Others mock, Saying she doesn’t have the guts to let herself be swept away As they have, lost to the wild torrent of the world.
A cool flowing peace sets her at peace. The Others don’t recognize this strange stillness, It is foreign to them. You cannot understand what you haven’t experienced To some degree.
He gives her courage, To show what she feels without shame. The Others still ridicule, but she no longer cares as she once did.
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Post by Absolon on Nov 14, 2005 22:24:11 GMT -5
Rebirth In the failing light, That clings to halls of white, Is born anew, from tales of old A way to fight the darkness cold. But quickly spreads the doom of night And light's is a failing fight. So locked in chambers of great power Light’s last hope waits for the hour, When the time is right to break free And drive out the shadows beyond the sea To the land of no returning.
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Post by Absolon on Mar 13, 2006 13:57:15 GMT -5
Rainfall
The rain came down To kiss the ground And the sun and moon and sky, Where invisible to all around, The busy passers-by
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Post by Absolon on Mar 30, 2006 14:04:37 GMT -5
As of yet untitled
Beyond the hills and plains of green Lies the wide silvery grey sea It calls you It calls to me It calls to those in chains and free The gentle waves upon the shore Sing their sweet sad song forever more Never can I forget the smell of the sea It calls to you, it calls to me
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Post by Absolon on Jul 13, 2006 23:48:42 GMT -5
Bitter Hope
I thought you had left me I thought you had died Until I saw you walk by On a rainy street I just froze Our eyes met For a fleeting moment I hoped I started to speak But you turned And walked away So I stood there Rain poured down, The world still turned Beneath my feet It seemed like forever Until I fell to my knees Heart beating slowly Was it you? I don't know The hurt is still the same The way it was when you left Maybe I'll never know If it was you and Why you walked away But I'm still here, Waiting in the rain
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Post by Absolon on Jul 13, 2006 23:57:26 GMT -5
The Reminder
Saw a bird the other day Fluttering through the sky It seemed so carefree at its play It made me stop and sigh Glad to be reminded that near and far Live creatures that choose To freely be what they are In spite of others' rules
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