Slumbering Knights from days of old
Mythical Beasts; stories untold
Fact and fiction are bound as one
Truth is hidden by the earthly sun
Dare to see what’s before your eyes
Look to the heavens and beyond the skies
Rhyme and reason is no more
Illusion is bound on these earthly shores
Hear the story; read the rhymes
Take a leap right out of time
The truth is where it’s always been
Yet hidden deep within your dream
With the slumbering Knight
On the shores of time
With the mythical beast
No more seen…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
A Gothic inspired poem in the style of Poe’s ‘The Raven’
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Upon a lost love gone for years; upon a life lost too;
I search in vain for evermore.
Why so young an Angel taken?
Why so young a life forsaken?
Suddenly snatched from mortal realm
With ne’er a chance to say goodbye
With ne’er a chance to wipe my tear
That fell upon my cheek so soft
And so I pondered long and lonely, feeling weary seeking solace
To quest his long lost resting place; I quest for evermore.
A place I knew ere in my dreams,
For never in my waking hours his sad tomb could I see.
That churchyard old and dark I saw;
In daytime nothing stirred at all.
Why in my dreams and not on earth
I pleaded every night whilst there.
In dreams of night his name I call
Through deaths dark door he whispers mine.
I wander long, alone and teary, vainly searching, vainly seeking
For that which I am so unsure;
I search for evermore.
A tomb maybe, a gravestone marked; a spot upon some barren ground?
In death and dreams he calls me home
My name he calls upon the winds;
In waking hours my torment thrives, fed on my wretched life.
My dreams are that which take my soul
To black tormented realms of pleasure.
Oh death, oh lover why taunt me so?
I beg you leave my dreams alone
Yet take me home with thee.
For in this world I cannot live
Yet can not die in yours.
Sweet freedom free me from this curse
Of searching lost and lonely
For a love lost in the realms of men.
In my dreams his tomb I find
In churchyard dark and dank and dreary.
And so upon a midnight weary I wander in that graveyard dreary
In deaths dark realm for evermore…..
Poem and Photo Adueni 2016
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
My heart screams
I turn around somehow not quite missing the beat.
I run and run through the forest of my forgotten dreams
Only I have forgotten.
And how you tasted
How you looked
And how you felt.
The trees here are tall and dark and barren
Yet they live like my heart
Fed on remorse and regret.
How many life times ago was it that I loved you?
How many hearts have beaten and ceased since those days?
How many mortals have lived and died in this realm with out actually living?
I am still running
Just ahead of times tick, tick, ticking.
For fear of standing still and remembering.
Constantly running in and out of ink-black shadows
Running in forests where the screeches of startled ravens dissipate upon the winds.
Remembering I loved you
And the taste of ruby kisses so sweet and seductive.
Drip-fed by time’s unceasing march
I dissolve into the pools of my own sadness.
Slide into the oblivion of the unknowing
Where ravens cries are the only sounds that leave my lips
And the black blood of night
Is the only truth.
What is known can be unknown
Memories can be reversed
Just like time.
Way beyond knowing
Way beyond unknowing
To a time of just being
To a time when the earth stood still
And all there was, was the Word
Always of the blood…
In a world of lies
Mix and match the truths my dears
Illusion hides fear..
Wake up and saviour
For the dreams of children fade
Time will reveal all
Roses fade and die
Never more a tale to tell
Thorn grasped before death….
A mighty tower rose
Built of illusion and lies
Adueni/moonwillow Summer 2016
“We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun….”
exert from the teachings of The Priory…