April 14, 2020 - Remember Me

REMEMBER ME

Surely, you remember me?
I am the One
who died
spiraling downward
devoured
whispering in your mind
remember me
don't forget me
don't let go
please
you are all I have.
Plunged, then, into the darkness
alone
I was dead
and I wanted to be dead
but still the sun rose
coaxing.
"Do not be dead too long," he said
"For I am."
Again.
He re-members me

yet again.
I am the One.

November 15, 2019 - Where She Treads

WHERE SHE TREADS

They danced as if there were no tomorrow
the evenings filled with their sighs
and man and beast grew fat on the wealth
languishing now where at first they thrived
with no thoughts to the future
or the turning of the leaves
or the cold moon
or the wolf.

 

The Lord of Winter comes now
demanding obeisance and adoration
every knee bent
his hawk's eye upon the lady
possession above all else
conquering
with woman treading softly now
the magical music long since gone
and the King imprisoned or dead.
She seeks the one who will wear the crown
in His stead.
It is good now, the cold, the snow
with memory mercifully fading again
blessed silence and dreams
and walking in snowy fields
no footprints made
no seeds
until the blood-red sky challenges the black heavens
again
and He remembers.

August 4, 2019 - The Golden King

THE GOLDEN KING

The Golden King

bows His head in fiery defiance

giving way to the Darkness, slowly

ever creeping

giving ground to the Veil

ever increasing

surrendering to the Underworld

that which was only borrowed

(some say stolen)

His reign descending

careening toward the Winter

yet again, and always

trapped in frozen tendrils

and sparkling ice

weeping golden tears

painted on the clouds

and hunted by the Shadow

July 7, 2019 - The Shadows

THE SHADOWS

The Sun comes and searches

looking for His creatures.

It is time for sleep

and hiding from dreams.

Quickly now!  Make haste!

The Shadows steal across the landscape

blackened fingers reaching out

a quest for rebellious wisps of Light

the arrogant pride of the Golden Ones.

Smashed in the forest at night

the Dark grasp

squeezing, siphoning, devouring

then wailing in surprised dismay.

Gleaming in the black mirror

in the still and lifeless pond

corrupted by Light.

March 20, 2019 - Spring

SPRING

You thought I would leave you

that I would go away forever

that I would leave your heart in an icy prison

that you would have to travel the road alone

and you forgot me.

But I told you . . .

. . . I told you . . .

I will always come back

I will always search for you

and I will always find you.

And if you were lying on the forest floor in fear

or the ocean’s shore in ruin

or an empty field in sorrow and pain and defeat

because you thought that death had won

I would find you.

I would take you into my hand

and bring you back to the light

as I told you . . .

. . . I told you . . .

I will never leave you

and I will always come for you

because you are mine.