unfinished....
~
Run away from the terror sweeping softly through your mind;
stumble broken onto fields of coal and sienna time;
throw a crystal flask of rainbows far into the wishing well;
close your eyes and pray that no one yet has rung the bell.
(the tolling of the hour comes;
a dispirited call.
a groaning peal of ages past
that echoes through the hall.)
Take a book of crumbly knowledge and bring out the red-blood wine;
sink into the silk and downy comforts of divans so fine.
Listen to the crooning of the ancient hallway clock;
then feel the fear that comes from but one loud and dreadful knock.
(oaken door quakes at the rap
a visitor, it seems.
ears stand at attention
and the erstwhile silence screams.)
Stand then slowly on your knees which seem to be made of sand.
Close your eyes a moment with a touch of a shaky hand
Breathe then deeply smoking letting some light through your soul
and send a heartfelt pray’r to he who dwells within the knoll.
(feet are impecunious friends
a traitorous pair
they lead you forward without haste
in answer to the dare.)
The Faerie King a dance he leads
this night of pregnant moon.
Midnight’s moment stretches timeless in a cryptic faded rune.
No answer to your plea boons he to justify the fight.
Alone you stand to challenge he who calls you forth tonight.
(a breath to steady heart is sighed
a calming of the mind,
the knob is held, cold reminder
of warmth in room behind.)
A welcome smile is readied
As the door is opened slight.
Alas, none but the wind is present in a pool of light.
Try as you might your eyes betray you in a panicked glance
Sweeping ev’ry darkened shadow outside of your manse.
(Nothing there!, your senses say
but gut calls them a liar
eyes see naught, and ears though pricked
hear none but feel hell’s fire.)
Quickly close the portal---bolt the prisoner within,
feet fly stumbling to the parlor’s fire comforting.
Press your trembling hands upon a slightly heaving breast
---When once again a knock without announces uninvited guest.
(know this be no dreaming
for the chill is cold and real
though the fire rages snapping
on the hearth of stone and steel)
~
------- yeah yeah yeah, I haven't finished this one yet…
Run away from the terror sweeping softly through your mind;
stumble broken onto fields of coal and sienna time;
throw a crystal flask of rainbows far into the wishing well;
close your eyes and pray that no one yet has rung the bell.
(the tolling of the hour comes;
a dispirited call.
a groaning peal of ages past
that echoes through the hall.)
Take a book of crumbly knowledge and bring out the red-blood wine;
sink into the silk and downy comforts of divans so fine.
Listen to the crooning of the ancient hallway clock;
then feel the fear that comes from but one loud and dreadful knock.
(oaken door quakes at the rap
a visitor, it seems.
ears stand at attention
and the erstwhile silence screams.)
Stand then slowly on your knees which seem to be made of sand.
Close your eyes a moment with a touch of a shaky hand
Breathe then deeply smoking letting some light through your soul
and send a heartfelt pray’r to he who dwells within the knoll.
(feet are impecunious friends
a traitorous pair
they lead you forward without haste
in answer to the dare.)
The Faerie King a dance he leads
this night of pregnant moon.
Midnight’s moment stretches timeless in a cryptic faded rune.
No answer to your plea boons he to justify the fight.
Alone you stand to challenge he who calls you forth tonight.
(a breath to steady heart is sighed
a calming of the mind,
the knob is held, cold reminder
of warmth in room behind.)
A welcome smile is readied
As the door is opened slight.
Alas, none but the wind is present in a pool of light.
Try as you might your eyes betray you in a panicked glance
Sweeping ev’ry darkened shadow outside of your manse.
(Nothing there!, your senses say
but gut calls them a liar
eyes see naught, and ears though pricked
hear none but feel hell’s fire.)
Quickly close the portal---bolt the prisoner within,
feet fly stumbling to the parlor’s fire comforting.
Press your trembling hands upon a slightly heaving breast
---When once again a knock without announces uninvited guest.
(know this be no dreaming
for the chill is cold and real
though the fire rages snapping
on the hearth of stone and steel)
~
------- yeah yeah yeah, I haven't finished this one yet…
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