Wynken
12-17-09, 11:56 AM
Some recent works of mine. The first two were written for (or rather by) another of my characters on a different RPG.
I recall when first we met
eyes wept in silent sadness
wrapped so delicate in tears
like sheer blankets flowing over mirrors
showing me only my own soul
and yet
they hold a fire no tear can hope to smother
as embers of the purest coal
caressed in flame's ethereal glow
they rest until the blowing wind
of memory are roused within
and then
they're left not discarded but restrained
in consciousness contained in wisdom
known to those of greater age.
Some believe I've seen the secrets of the heart
but in yours I read a tale I've never known
my own.
_______
There is beauty in mortality.
A casual urgency
in the knowledge that all of this will one day pass away,
and that we exist in brevity.
It's such a simple irony.
Our only certainty
is an unknown end, which grants us both a reckless need
and peace in our fragility.
Our course is through obscurity.
Such grand facility
of the illusion of purpose that all of those among us
seek to leave a legacy.
However...
There is nothing in eternity.
A final vanity
in the foresight that nothing fades, that all is free of change,
and remains in grand stability.
It's such a dreadful tragedy.
To see with clarity
that our every action, and that each decision, merely delivers us
closer to inevitablity.
The cursed move through infinity.
Such flawed divinity
removes all purpose, and shatters all illusion,
leaving only true calamity.
_______
In to gloom from lurid rest I come awake.
As vision clears I see no dusk nor dawn to break.
Fleeting are the cautioned thoughts that I forsake
as panic finds me.
Shallow darkness fills with my belabored breath.
I scratch the face of mysteries but they protest.
Frantic hands are stilled as hope is laid to rest
I shed a tear.
Comfort's stolen by the cold and splinter's sting.
Lamenting I've no latch to throw nor bell to ring,
I silence prayers and rent my faith, no hymn to sing
as darkness binds me.
My mind's at ease as I embrace its clever ruse.
On maddening verse my eyes are fixed for subtle cues.
Searching for what's hid betwixed those darkened hues
I shut my eyes.
I recall when first we met
eyes wept in silent sadness
wrapped so delicate in tears
like sheer blankets flowing over mirrors
showing me only my own soul
and yet
they hold a fire no tear can hope to smother
as embers of the purest coal
caressed in flame's ethereal glow
they rest until the blowing wind
of memory are roused within
and then
they're left not discarded but restrained
in consciousness contained in wisdom
known to those of greater age.
Some believe I've seen the secrets of the heart
but in yours I read a tale I've never known
my own.
_______
There is beauty in mortality.
A casual urgency
in the knowledge that all of this will one day pass away,
and that we exist in brevity.
It's such a simple irony.
Our only certainty
is an unknown end, which grants us both a reckless need
and peace in our fragility.
Our course is through obscurity.
Such grand facility
of the illusion of purpose that all of those among us
seek to leave a legacy.
However...
There is nothing in eternity.
A final vanity
in the foresight that nothing fades, that all is free of change,
and remains in grand stability.
It's such a dreadful tragedy.
To see with clarity
that our every action, and that each decision, merely delivers us
closer to inevitablity.
The cursed move through infinity.
Such flawed divinity
removes all purpose, and shatters all illusion,
leaving only true calamity.
_______
In to gloom from lurid rest I come awake.
As vision clears I see no dusk nor dawn to break.
Fleeting are the cautioned thoughts that I forsake
as panic finds me.
Shallow darkness fills with my belabored breath.
I scratch the face of mysteries but they protest.
Frantic hands are stilled as hope is laid to rest
I shed a tear.
Comfort's stolen by the cold and splinter's sting.
Lamenting I've no latch to throw nor bell to ring,
I silence prayers and rent my faith, no hymn to sing
as darkness binds me.
My mind's at ease as I embrace its clever ruse.
On maddening verse my eyes are fixed for subtle cues.
Searching for what's hid betwixed those darkened hues
I shut my eyes.