Bhryn
First Post
Life, or something like it.
She came by in the early hours, weathered fingers touching on the simple leaves of paper and then half smiling at one endearing note. She traces a few celestial runes into his parchment, of Acceptance and 'Just how it is', as a close translation appears to be impossible.
Then she goes, and left hanging is another paper to hang listless in the empty air.
Go then into the rest
I have kept you from each day
And sleep forever and an hour
Flitter past the way
The path, the beaten road
You walked upon in days past.
The tumbled undergrowth
Hides it all at last.
Where are all the clarion
Trumpets of decadent delight,
Have they too faded into
All but darkest night?
Where are the warriors
In a warhost across the sky,
Have they too set down swords
To give up now and die?
Where are all the sugar smiles
On lips as red as rose,
Have they too melted slowly?
Is this how life must go?
There was life once, treasured
Loved and adored.
It was a house of pleasure and of pain
My special, tragic horde.
But came the thieves in guise
Of friends never so true, had
And with their quicker hand and eye
Dispersed what made me sad.
In simple ways they created
A fallacy all for me;
Of a woman that I hardly knew
Of someone who was once me.
She was gentle, she was kind
In the face of trouble, brave.
She was loved and she was bright
To all her greater good, she gave.
Was this me, was this my self?
A naked front of shattered smile
Treachery in the winsome breath
Deceit, that I stay a while.
This was not the person, me;
This was a creature I despised.
Formulated from endless love
But cursed with sorrow and the lies.
The lies of love, the lies of life
The lies that crowd around me still
That tomorrow has a brighter ending
That yesterday never will.
I am a sword, I am the death
I am the wailing in the dark;
I am the frightened dreams of demons
I am the bane of my own heart.
I am the nothing, I am the something
I am ending even as I began
And when the ending plays in silence
The pensive breath betrays a span.
Forget the whispers of betrayal
And come with me, towards the day!
...for this was life, or something like it
But just for now, I lost my way.
She came by in the early hours, weathered fingers touching on the simple leaves of paper and then half smiling at one endearing note. She traces a few celestial runes into his parchment, of Acceptance and 'Just how it is', as a close translation appears to be impossible.
Then she goes, and left hanging is another paper to hang listless in the empty air.
Go then into the rest
I have kept you from each day
And sleep forever and an hour
Flitter past the way
The path, the beaten road
You walked upon in days past.
The tumbled undergrowth
Hides it all at last.
Where are all the clarion
Trumpets of decadent delight,
Have they too faded into
All but darkest night?
Where are the warriors
In a warhost across the sky,
Have they too set down swords
To give up now and die?
Where are all the sugar smiles
On lips as red as rose,
Have they too melted slowly?
Is this how life must go?
There was life once, treasured
Loved and adored.
It was a house of pleasure and of pain
My special, tragic horde.
But came the thieves in guise
Of friends never so true, had
And with their quicker hand and eye
Dispersed what made me sad.
In simple ways they created
A fallacy all for me;
Of a woman that I hardly knew
Of someone who was once me.
She was gentle, she was kind
In the face of trouble, brave.
She was loved and she was bright
To all her greater good, she gave.
Was this me, was this my self?
A naked front of shattered smile
Treachery in the winsome breath
Deceit, that I stay a while.
This was not the person, me;
This was a creature I despised.
Formulated from endless love
But cursed with sorrow and the lies.
The lies of love, the lies of life
The lies that crowd around me still
That tomorrow has a brighter ending
That yesterday never will.
I am a sword, I am the death
I am the wailing in the dark;
I am the frightened dreams of demons
I am the bane of my own heart.
I am the nothing, I am the something
I am ending even as I began
And when the ending plays in silence
The pensive breath betrays a span.
Forget the whispers of betrayal
And come with me, towards the day!
...for this was life, or something like it
But just for now, I lost my way.
