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- Thy Collar at allpoetry
You kneel, with head down low, / With your hands pressed to floor- / Your eyes locked on the wood, / Trapped at your soul's own door. / And in this state you feel, / The life within you flow- / And with a whi - Tashian Del Amial at allpoetry
Forged of the basic elements of the seasons, / Exceptional design for an epic reason. / Built on the desires and needs to survive, / Constructed on the principles that we are alive. / Brought up from the dust of the - Spurring Rose at allpoetry
What purple faery has come / By Nene’s own hand was made– / And shuffled in the air, / Before its shadow would fade? / / It bears a single black bow, / A tie for the midnight’s love– / And wrapped in lace it da - My Prayer for Her at allpoetry
Come Aneal and grant her thy gift, / Burn within her soul your ember– / Guide her past this torturous rift, / Bear her through the icy December. / / Mikael hath touched her with grace, / A - Silent Read at allpoetry
I pen my maddened words long infested, / And bury them within the mouths unfed– / While praying the letters are digested, / As the words from my heart are bleed... / / What toll rings, / Or bell sings, / Which - Naked Feet at allpoetry
I have found that I love my sandals, / The leather beneath my foot and feet- / And so I tread towards your door. / / It has been to long since we talked, / Since we passed the time in poem- / Or discussed work or - Still Morning at allpoetry
I awakened this morning, / To dew covered grass– / And to a pond, beyond, / Still as finished glass. / / I could feel the sun arising, / Though I could not see– / Hidden within the fog of morn, / It was and m - Lingering Grasp at allpoetry
As night waned towards dawn, / And the moments had to cease- / For our conversations still, / Offered us a moments release. / / Neither could express deeply, / The feelings that we could feel- / And as we sat a - Changes Unseen at allpoetry
I stood in world I destroyed, / Amid the ashes that I created– / For I was a beast, unable, / And though I loved–she hated. / / By my hand I buried her still, / I fractured the love, my love– / And faulted my o - Father of Isolation at allpoetry
I came to stand upon this earth, / And bore the words of angels hence- / For in my silence my pen speaks, / Of my losses and silent penance. / / Of mortal flesh and clay I am, / Forever thus I shall forever be- - Worth the Cost at allpoetry
See the moments drip away, / As the candles burn to dust- / For the seconds drift away, / As it always will and must. / / In this darkness now I write, / And pen my dreams long lost- / Sweat beading as I write, - Song of the Mad at allpoetry
And bore beyond the sigils bell, / Forgotten dreams of songs now lost- / And silent strings ring not to tell, / Of aristocratic sieges ardent costs. / / Come hither silent ringing sound, / And Kiss the heated wis - Dawn at allpoetry
I waited the cold night away, / Bleeding the candles dry– / And sat amid the stars sway, / Awaiting the break of day– / Knowing the light would pry, / Ripping the horizon’s sky. / / Thus the dawn is birthed, - The Letters of Guinevere - The Third Letter at allpoetry
Dear Sir Lancelot du Lac: / / >Thank you Lancelot for your - Held Aloft at allpoetry
Aloft I rest amid the clouds, / And kiss the fleeting dreams- / Caressing the soft silken skin, / The flesh of dreams it seems. / / What holy mark are they, / These clouds within the sky- / That float and glide - The Letters of Guinevere - The Second Letter at allpoetry
>Dear Sir Lancelot du Lac: / / / >Today has been an enormously - The Letters of Guinevere - The First Letter at allpoetry
Dear Sir Lancelot du Lac: / - The Poetry of Madmen at allpoetry
/ Dark pounding depths crush in, / Bearing the soul to the depths- / And beat the flesh of the men, / Exacerbating the feeble breaths. / / For amid the throws of death, / There comes a - The Letters of Guinevere at allpoetry
Prologue
…I was so completely debilitated by your passion and punishments; I was enlightened–a prisoner, caged within the silent ston - Archon of the Shadow at allpoetry
In these soft dreams, I see it seems,
an Archon of the shadow– - The Drop at allpoetry
Crimson ball falling without a sound
Bearing quickly toward the ground - Hewn Stone at allpoetry
The echelon is hewn of heavy stone,
Created from the thoughts once known. - Birth of Dreams at allpoetry
What are these simple days,
That plod along this earth- - of Time at allpoetry
of Time
Marked by the sun, moon, or stone, - Phantasy at allpoetry
Amid the deepest wood I walked,
And treaded upon the soiled land; - Lords and the Tide at allpoetry
I dreamed a dream from within,
And found at dawn the dreaming men- - Come Muse of the Begotten at allpoetry
Come forgotten muse of the far North,
Come ancient muse of the Eastern sky– - Who am I, if you are not here... at allpoetry
Who am I, if you are not here to listen?
Does my whispered frail breath fail,
