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Phantoms and Shades
- Phantoms and Shades -
The things I couldst teach thee, mortal, of thy own past!
For I have walked in times now dust, learning, growing…
Until thou dost see me right here before thee, at long last.
First we shall speak of phantoms and shades and things!
I am walking through fog-enshrouded woods of tall pines,
In that life I was a prince, some said a demon of the night.
But I had the soul of a poet, and I found solace in rhymes,
Though not more than in my princess, my angelic delight…
Who leapt to her death thinking me dead, bringing horror!
I was like a raging beast for a time after that, in the mists.
Like a dragon I became, and a dragon must at fate roar!
I longed only for her embrace, her living warmth to kiss…
But, I never met her again, and part of me seeks her still.
Phantoms and shades in the night, souls very much alike,
Kindred but yet so different, yet bound by a divine will…
Waiting for their time to come again, for lightning to strike.
I see back farther, than that time; I see the desert sands,
Of other lands, far beyond the land beyond the forests!
I walked the desolation searching with very eager hands,
But again I came to be called by the pale phantom mists.
A knight I had been and suddenly I saw I was so again…
In two lives at least I had been dubbed with a noble title.
I tried to be virtuous and lead a righteous life without sin,
But how can anyone be sinless when called unto battle!
There is no righteousness in death and blood, I learned,
No truth in the lies of priests who demand terrible deeds.
When a quest called me, then for higher truth I yearned!
A quest no church commanded but one of nobler needs.
How many other lives were similar, yet so very different?
A warrior woman was I twice too, both times beautiful,
But fierce when the need arose, as fire in the firmament!
I had a passionate heart that not even death could quell.
But I died just the same, in one life consumed by flames,
Hotter than my passion, which back then was for God!
Even so, I did not pass feeling by it ravaged or shamed.
My spirit, was formed of light like fire, not so very odd,
In times so ancient that no mortal history recorded this:
The origins of all, the first dawn when creation was new.
I lived then too, and knew the true face of divine bliss…
But all things end when darkness comes as a bride true.
Phantoms and shades remind us of whom we once were,
But it is we who decide who we are and shall become…
And I couldst tell thee of a thousand lives, truth to confer.
Yet is it not hard enough living at a time just a single one?
The things I couldst teach thee, mortal, of thy own past!
For I have walked in times now dust, learning, growing…
Until thou dost see me right here before thee, at long last.
First we shall speak of phantoms and shades and things!
I am walking through fog-enshrouded woods of tall pines,
In that life I was a prince, some said a demon of the night.
But I had the soul of a poet, and I found solace in rhymes,
Though not more than in my princess, my angelic delight…
Who leapt to her death thinking me dead, bringing horror!
I was like a raging beast for a time after that, in the mists.
Like a dragon I became, and a dragon must at fate roar!
I longed only for her embrace, her living warmth to kiss…
But, I never met her again, and part of me seeks her still.
Phantoms and shades in the night, souls very much alike,
Kindred but yet so different, yet bound by a divine will…
Waiting for their time to come again, for lightning to strike.
I see back farther, than that time; I see the desert sands,
Of other lands, far beyond the land beyond the forests!
I walked the desolation searching with very eager hands,
But again I came to be called by the pale phantom mists.
A knight I had been and suddenly I saw I was so again…
In two lives at least I had been dubbed with a noble title.
I tried to be virtuous and lead a righteous life without sin,
But how can anyone be sinless when called unto battle!
There is no righteousness in death and blood, I learned,
No truth in the lies of priests who demand terrible deeds.
When a quest called me, then for higher truth I yearned!
A quest no church commanded but one of nobler needs.
How many other lives were similar, yet so very different?
A warrior woman was I twice too, both times beautiful,
But fierce when the need arose, as fire in the firmament!
I had a passionate heart that not even death could quell.
But I died just the same, in one life consumed by flames,
Hotter than my passion, which back then was for God!
Even so, I did not pass feeling by it ravaged or shamed.
My spirit, was formed of light like fire, not so very odd,
In times so ancient that no mortal history recorded this:
The origins of all, the first dawn when creation was new.
I lived then too, and knew the true face of divine bliss…
But all things end when darkness comes as a bride true.
Phantoms and shades remind us of whom we once were,
But it is we who decide who we are and shall become…
And I couldst tell thee of a thousand lives, truth to confer.
Yet is it not hard enough living at a time just a single one?
Published 20th Oct 2014
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22nd Oct 2014 6:48am
24th Oct 2014 4:48am
It was a good write, and one that flowed from me with surprising ease. A lot of people have a hard time writing about past lives but me I find it comes naturally to put such thoughts to paper. It was a delight to share it, as it was to pen it! :D
