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Moonlit Darkness
- Moonlit Darkness -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Moonlit darkness must so be given its’ leave…
To supplant the light of day for spans of hours!
This is my time, as a zealot who must believe…
That shadows lend passion their very powers.
As the moon looks down, upon the dark lands,
Which I survey before me, pondering deeply…
Of mysteries few might touch with mortal hands,
I ready my spirit with a measure of might steely.
The light of the moon shines upon my fair face,
Illuminating my angelic features and blue eyes…
Paler than my pale hair, that light’s divine grace.
What solace do I seek in those far starry skies?
Past this midnight hour, there is such stillness…
That the living world seems as a realm of death!
At least it is not a season known for chillness…
For I am anxious, and await with hectic breath,
Whatever the darkness brings my knightly soul.
My armor is as white as the fair lunar radiance,
But, not stainless, for battle is a knight’s role…
Whether with words or with a sword or lance!
What, will this singular evening, bring unto me?
I will face the night, and embrace my destiny…
As ready as ever, so that my will might so be,
Enacted, upon this world, with noblest dignity.
Androgynous knight beneath darkest of eve…
Am I, a bringer of both order and chaos pure!
My sword shatters fate, and cuts its’ weave…
Destroying, only to build perfectly once more.
My sword, waits unsheathed, my mind ready…
Whilst I hear the crickets, beyond the forests,
Calling to the silence, near battlefields bloody.
War brings with it not an end of grim contests,
But eternal memories, of horrors, best untold…
Save, by the dead alone, had they still voices!
Let history remember if it can who, was bold,
Whilst I concern myself: with present choices.
I hear a wolf howl somewhere far off, distant,
And bats circling and shrieking like lost spirits.
For times to change, one must be oft patient…
And let darkness descend, not ever to fear it.
In hours like this, I think of so many thoughts:
Things I desire, things I love, what I wish for.
I forget the battles and why they were fought,
For they art less, and my dreams art more…
More, than blood and darkness put together!
I confess to the night, and the night hears all.
Tension is building, but so still is the weather,
That one couldst hear a single tree’s leaf fall.
Moonlit darkness must so be given its’ leave…
To supplant the light of day for spans of hours!
This is my time, as a zealot who must believe…
That shadows lend passion their very powers.
Am I the angel that I appear to be so often?
When I love, I am like unto Heaven’s bliss…
To make maids blush, their hearts to soften!
Even when I pour my heart’s fire into a kiss,
I give my all, and couldst not do a thing less.
Yet when my sword is drawn, I am a devil…
One no priest can exorcise, nor a god bless.
Passion makes me thus, not good, not evil…
And so I shall be passionate this night again.
The night is always passion’s supreme time!
Whether for making love or for slaying men,
It is a moment fit for bards to tell in rhyme…
The glories thereof; such being ever diverse,
As art the souls, of we, who dwell on Earth.
Fiery is, my nature; a blessing and a curse…
For in fire one is tested, shown their worth!
I prepare to unleash my fire, upon the foes,
Whose shadows I spy moving not very far.
They will taste Hell’s fury, know its’ woes,
Until, they regret, their desire to make war!
Androgynous knight beneath darkest of eve…
Am I, a bringer of both order and chaos pure!
My sword shatters fate, and cuts its’ weave…
Destroying, only to build perfectly once more.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Moonlit darkness must so be given its’ leave…
To supplant the light of day for spans of hours!
This is my time, as a zealot who must believe…
That shadows lend passion their very powers.
As the moon looks down, upon the dark lands,
Which I survey before me, pondering deeply…
Of mysteries few might touch with mortal hands,
I ready my spirit with a measure of might steely.
The light of the moon shines upon my fair face,
Illuminating my angelic features and blue eyes…
Paler than my pale hair, that light’s divine grace.
What solace do I seek in those far starry skies?
Past this midnight hour, there is such stillness…
That the living world seems as a realm of death!
At least it is not a season known for chillness…
For I am anxious, and await with hectic breath,
Whatever the darkness brings my knightly soul.
My armor is as white as the fair lunar radiance,
But, not stainless, for battle is a knight’s role…
Whether with words or with a sword or lance!
What, will this singular evening, bring unto me?
I will face the night, and embrace my destiny…
As ready as ever, so that my will might so be,
Enacted, upon this world, with noblest dignity.
Androgynous knight beneath darkest of eve…
Am I, a bringer of both order and chaos pure!
My sword shatters fate, and cuts its’ weave…
Destroying, only to build perfectly once more.
My sword, waits unsheathed, my mind ready…
Whilst I hear the crickets, beyond the forests,
Calling to the silence, near battlefields bloody.
War brings with it not an end of grim contests,
But eternal memories, of horrors, best untold…
Save, by the dead alone, had they still voices!
Let history remember if it can who, was bold,
Whilst I concern myself: with present choices.
I hear a wolf howl somewhere far off, distant,
And bats circling and shrieking like lost spirits.
For times to change, one must be oft patient…
And let darkness descend, not ever to fear it.
In hours like this, I think of so many thoughts:
Things I desire, things I love, what I wish for.
I forget the battles and why they were fought,
For they art less, and my dreams art more…
More, than blood and darkness put together!
I confess to the night, and the night hears all.
Tension is building, but so still is the weather,
That one couldst hear a single tree’s leaf fall.
Moonlit darkness must so be given its’ leave…
To supplant the light of day for spans of hours!
This is my time, as a zealot who must believe…
That shadows lend passion their very powers.
Am I the angel that I appear to be so often?
When I love, I am like unto Heaven’s bliss…
To make maids blush, their hearts to soften!
Even when I pour my heart’s fire into a kiss,
I give my all, and couldst not do a thing less.
Yet when my sword is drawn, I am a devil…
One no priest can exorcise, nor a god bless.
Passion makes me thus, not good, not evil…
And so I shall be passionate this night again.
The night is always passion’s supreme time!
Whether for making love or for slaying men,
It is a moment fit for bards to tell in rhyme…
The glories thereof; such being ever diverse,
As art the souls, of we, who dwell on Earth.
Fiery is, my nature; a blessing and a curse…
For in fire one is tested, shown their worth!
I prepare to unleash my fire, upon the foes,
Whose shadows I spy moving not very far.
They will taste Hell’s fury, know its’ woes,
Until, they regret, their desire to make war!
Androgynous knight beneath darkest of eve…
Am I, a bringer of both order and chaos pure!
My sword shatters fate, and cuts its’ weave…
Destroying, only to build perfectly once more.
Published 20th Apr 2015
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20th Apr 2015 9:48am
I prepare to unleash my fire, upon the foes,
Whose shadows I spy moving not very far.
They will taste Hell’s fury, know its’ woes,
Until, they regret, their desire to make war!
Thats sounds so You, dear Jessica. I enjoy your write as always. I hope you are alright.
Whose shadows I spy moving not very far.
They will taste Hell’s fury, know its’ woes,
Until, they regret, their desire to make war!
Thats sounds so You, dear Jessica. I enjoy your write as always. I hope you are alright.
Indeed, one of the things methinks that does not change over time and successive incarnations is the core of a person, their soul and spirit which informs how we think, feel, and are. So I can oft look back to a past life and still totally recognize myself in it and say: “Yes, that was totally me!” so in writing a poem like this, from the perspective of myself from a past life, it is good to see that I as who and how I am now is still totally identifiable in it. Very happy you enjoyed my poem here, Grace my dear! Fear not, I am doing very, very well of late. Over on DeviantArt, a friend of mine drew a lovely picture of me as a tribute to me, depicting three aspects of me with three of my most prevalent styles… and it made me feel deeply honored to see how lovely that turned out. His portrayal of me was spot-on and totally beautiful! So that put me in a fantastic and delightful mood. Plus, with winter over and spring here at last, I can shake off the chill of winter and embrace these fairer seasons with the utmost joy and zeal! :D
21st Apr 2015 2:00pm
6th Jun 2015 4:00am
Oh my, have I been swept into another realms of life & its wanders. I enjoyed so so deeply.
6th Jun 2015 4:40am
I am delighted that my poem enchanted you so deeply, HowlingWhelms! Sharing such glimpses as these into times and moments of the distant past is always a pleasure. Your enjoyment of them is much appreciated! :)
