Without Angels

A simple leaf of aged paper, tea stained in hue and with words of pale brown lettering stuck on it: as if plucked from the hands of time itself and laid to rest for time immemorial on the tree.

Gods and Angels will come and go:
Demons and Devils as winds blow.
Neither will suffer the wrath of time
For in eternity be their find:
What jealous rage controls their sight?
Of mortal means and mortal light.
Fascination with what must pass
Into the night and never last.
Their candle lives may burn out
And into ashes all about
Or scatter light across the world
As if by force unseen, hurled.
They watch them go on their ways
And live out lives with such short days:
They who time just skips on by
Will never understand just why
They crave to see the mortal wound:
The breaking hearts, the laughing sound,
The hearty cheer or silence loud:
The dying beauty or severity proud.
What sets them up in distance great
From races that do not consumate
The touch of time, the hands of fate,
That begs them age not, bades them wait...
Without devils or angels close
The Gods trust and therefore devote
Their teachings to such candle life
With all their freedom, all their strife.
They cannot know nor do they see
That what makes mortals, made them three:
Heaven, Hell and Material Plane
All the Dark and Light domain:
And in the balance will they learn
That to be mortal is what they yearn.
To live and pass: in short to Be.
Something immortals will never see.

~ Bhryn

Frail Heart

You'd think a heart would be dead
In a cavern left so cold.
That frailties of knowing life
Would break the dying mould.
A love to make or break the soul
Would shake or sign the deal?
Or perhaps a tender kiss
Would be just what it feels?

You'd think the way they come and go
A heart without time would see;
That mortal means and mortal life
Is to immortal, frailty.
A demon may not see the signs
But know the dangers held.
An angel step across the borders
By knowing the tricky spell.

You'd think that passing on
Would be a simple affair at best.
But mortals cannot ever know
The feelings that will wrest
Upon an immortal heart
For all the love and trust they give:
Never once imagining
Their focus will not live.

You'd think by now with every belief
The timeless heart would die:
That living in a world so brief
Under ever changing skies
Would be the end and making of
The grave for its darkened beat.
That whatever gave it life or love
Was with cold replaced the heat.

You'd think by now a lesson made
Is taught and learned so well?
But perhaps the timeless heart
Is too a stubborn shell.
Inside there lies the endless pain
And forever the lonely regret.
The memories of people passed on by
Are by fondness, ever offset.

You'd think by now the truth would be
An advserity to endure.
Or that a surgeon with skillful blade
Find a reasonable cure.
But the dream continues on
And from shattered death, revive!
Alas the immortal who binds herself
With frail heart to such mortal lives.

I'm the person you'll come running back to
When all is said and done.
When all the pretty birds have left
And all the sunshine gone.
I'll be sitting in the veranda
On the verge of where we were:
I'll be reading the book left open
And have wilted flowers in my hair.
I may not be a pretty sight
For all the words inside my heart
But when you sit beside me
It'll be as if we were never apart.
You'll have a map of all the life
You have lived in lines on your face
And a thousand more stories
Of each and every place.
You'll smile like it was tomorrow
And never a yesterday:
My mouth will form the sentences
Of all I have to say.
Long after the sun has set
Out comes the diamond sky:
And we'll just talk as we always did
In yesterdays gone by.

Nice poetry ... I liked number 1 and 2 the best (2 reminded me of a girl I know).

Don't Speak It

You don't have to put it into words
Or tie it tightly with a silver bow:
Everything you're going to tell me
I already know.
You can call it some time distant
Or a seventh sense, could be?
On a long time journey, gone
Fly away then, from me.

You shut your eyes against the tears
And I'll pretend not to see;
If you can fake that you'll come back
Then that is how it will be.
You try to make up a reason
But I know you have to lie;
You don't know where you're going yet
And I understand, I try.

I guess it must be hard for people
Born short of candle wick.
To see the long road as it runs on
Drifted to thin, from thick.
So just close your lips on my heartache
To better use, make them smile:
No matter where you wander
I'll remain here, for a while.

Seasons will come and go
Until winters outdo the summer.
When springtime fails to bloom
A return, sweeter, warmer.
You could bend your back in age
Or find a final place to sleep;
But in this hallowed brackened building
Memories I will keep.

I was with you in the beginning
When the Wandering began.
I'll be waiting at the long roads end
So catch me if you can.
Don't speak it unless you mean it
For I know it's not for sure;
I'll be waiting on your doorstep
Like all the times before.

The note is of the same tea stained dark paper, with faint spots and whorls of old cream showing through the strange colouration. On this are written words in a dark red-brown ink.

Poem wrought of elegant talk
Succors the air with fragrant verse;
Dripping rhythm or a rhyme
That bends a wish into a curse.
Mayhap! The dusk that dawns the eve
Brings another set of stars to see:
The love borne rightly for the art
Was borne there between you, and me.

If paint could cast a thousand dreams
Onto a canvas, then let it be so:
That acrylic or oil captures everything
My fragile heart could wish to know.
I do not dread the day of showing
The world I see with tortured eyes:
But dread the dream that swells and breaks
In sweet passion, dies.

Write an epic tale of love or hate
But make the ending something to recall:
A climactic struggle against all odds
From withered height to mossy small.
There in every well loved page
That dries the ink and stains the mind:
With beloved tales that reflect us
And all our deeds, earnest in kind.

I'll not make a poet
Nor a painter in the art.
My epic may be lacking
But my love, is all my heart.

Free to Dream

a leaf of vanilla scented paper, tea stained aged and left hung in ripe time on the tree for passerbys to read and repair at thought, in leisure...

Every dream is just pretending
That this life is never-ending.
Hope and cling as hard as you can
Pray the silence is in your hand
When you raise, all those days
Back up in memory.
When you wasted all that feeling
On a star that was keeling:
On the trail of starlight down
To meet you here on the ground;
Think of me, happily
For it will set you free.
To live a life without being angry
Is to lie, to be unhealthy:
Let it out, it's all just time
Until like strangers you pass by.
So just smile, for a while
Pretend to live in peace.
Stories and their leads still languish
In the spaces you inhabit:
You don't see the common heroes
For the tears upon your pillows.
Open your eyes, see the lies
See your own disease.

You can have the dreams of childhood
If you are prepared to stand up:
It won't be long, so stand strong
Until you can be.
Every dream is just pretending
That this life is never-ending...
Make a wish, hold onto this
And be free eternally.

To God; Love Bhryn.

My letter would be made without verse:
Aching poetry would make it worse
And seal the formula that I had made
Just as you had twisted my fate.
Since the moment I came into this life
You filled up my days with endless strife;
Was it amusement or idle pleasure you took
In breaking my heart and burning the book?
My brother to whom I mirrored in soul
Is now just broken, no longer whole.
I watched him grow distant in your sick plan
Sheltered and loved, by distant hands;
Hands that pushed me out into the rain
And told me not to come looking again.
It wasn't enough that my mind was a jigsaw:
My mother and father you stole just before
The title was passed from mother to child
Scattered my dreams, turned me out wild.
In silent slumber they rest in your grace
Leaving the second hollow and empty space
In the tapestry of pain that you called 'design',
But without a fate, for me, would be fine.
Soon came the sword of blackest fire
To shake my foundations with unholy ire:
To burn the edges of what I have become
To mould me again with the passion of suns.
It taught me in time to be one with myself
To challenge the thinking of those on the shelf
Who pull all the strings of puppets below;
Dance them to tunes that musically flow.
Imparted with knowledge I soldiered on,
Even when love had twice been and gone.
Was it not enough that you took all I made
And called it their service for dues all paid?
Now my daughter, fair in sunshine clad
Was the next on your vilest list to be had.
So you wrapped her in madness and went along
With all of the magic destroying her song
And there in the moment when we stood by
Face to face, and eye to eye.
You knew it was was you called 'fate'
As my sword from my daughter, life deflate.
She crumpled, I crumpled, it was a lie:
My life ruled by everything that you could deny!
And -still- you demanded that I get on my feet
To be the first and to be the elite.
The Paragon title seems hollow and spare
Now your final cruelty comes to bear:
A love that returned you took from my eyes
And cast him free across wintery skies.
Was it not enough that I suffered so much?
Was love a burden and therefore as such
You denied me the chance to live it again?
Oh from my eyes, there is bitter rain.
On the mountain of angels in choral song,
Under the eyes of the deities, watching so long;
Are you who wrap yourself in sweet harmony
The cruelest god that could ever be?
My life was a torment and lies as a mess
That I cling to a spar in a wild sea, just for rest.
Every day I wake and do what you demand
With armour on body and sword in hand.
I'll fight any demon and slay any devil
But tell me how this is worse than the evil
Of taking my love and breaking my heart?
And so it is in this moment of dark
That I write you this letter to simply say
That do not be surprised if someday:
Your Paragon snaps and comes to find you, oh lord,
Clutched in my left the blackest sword
That you fear beyond all reasonable doubt
And there with righteous fury gathered about:
I would strike from your body the sin you keep
And finally let all the demons in my head, sleep.
But for now I cannot begin to understand
Why you torture me so, am I not the hand
That you made to keep this realm safe?
Ah the title yet does chafe.
Two hundred years and more I serve til I die
And then will you yet, let me to lie?
I hope you consider all of your sin:

To God; Love Bhryn.

Parting.

The parting ways and winding river
Know when to come there and hither
To mark their passing in riven rock
With footprints solid, or babbling brook.
But where they pass it is never the same
And never shall be so again.
With every night there comes the stars
That burn so brightly, oh so far
Away from touch but not mortal sight:
That craves the brilliance of any light.
Don't fear the darkness for in due course
The dawn will rise with echoing force.
Many memories are held deep inside
That bring you laughter, or make you cry
But never for any one you cherish
Will you give away or let them perish.
The simple thoughts of days gone by
Are reminders of you and of I.
They play themselves on some inner screen
With detailed pictures, where we have been
And entwined so deeply are the paintings
Of where we part, of where we faintly
Trod the water for shallow depth:
Feared the parting, and still, yet...
You knew the days were growing thin
You counted down the spiral in
To the last few hours to be shared:
The last few moments to be spared.
But wipe your eyes, please don't cry
For all the partings we passed on by.

Sister, look across the horizon if and when
The tears return: I would not spend
A moment away from your candle-life
More than I have to: but in this strife
That makes my existence a tormented blaze
I would have you and your spirits raise.
Think not of me when the day grows dim
Or when your tears grow thick, not thin.
Instead think of me when you feel strong
When you feel the world can hold no wrong.
Think of me in the eastern rise
Of the sun upon each winter'd sky.
I am there when you wake to go
I am with you when only dreams you know.
I will be the sword to help you live
I will give you everything I have left to give.
So go about on the parting way
That sets in rock upon today
And look not back across your distant shoulder:
For a scene still locked in a heart grown colder.
My friend, my life, my solemn vow
I'll shake the heavens, someday, somehow
And when the pillars of godhood quake
And the world stops turning for a moments sake
You'll know I fulfilled my every wish:
So in turn, please grant me this.

A parting road or the running stream
No matter where we'll meet again:
Be it wood of silvered bough
Or elfin halls so long, so proud,
The dragon rock or the airy hope
The taughtened dream on tender rope.
Don't look for me, for I won't be there
In earth nor fire, in water or air:
I'll instead live inside your heart
And drive away all the traces of dark.
A footprint, heartbeat or simple tune
That fails to die, I'll be with you:
I always believed when the time would come
That as we parted, you'd take me home.

~ B xxxx

Mistress Bhryn,

I can only imagine what has transpired in your life to make you have such a bleak outlook on life. Please if there is anything that I may do for one of the celestial bodies such as yourself just let me know.

Your humble servant

Corwin Sha'kar Captain of House Protector of Silvanesti