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The Mind of the Shadow
- The Mind of the Shadow -
”I, Daughter Night,
On black wings…
Mother of dark things:
In shadowy twilight, sweetly sings.”
In ancient halls of stone, where lay the altar of gold…
The shadow was thick upon that place of old worship.
No souls came from far home, seeking here to atone!
And the light was chased quick, from a font wet, slick,
With the water that once was holy, and now less so…
When the night came fast, and a colder wind did blow.
The stone did not know, what brought the chill below,
But it did cause: even the clinging ivy, to die as it froze.
Mayhap that is why no one prays out there any longer,
Whilst that mind behind the shadow so grows stronger.
“Red for is blood, red is for the rose!
Gold is for the lioness you dare not oppose.
Black is for night, black is for the rose!
Silver is for the moon that smiles and knows.”
What brought such a pall, upon that once sacred hall?
A shadow darker by far, than those, which there are…
Of a want to come to call, when the first leaves do fall.
When high is the evening star, the dark comes to mar,
From places intangible and deep, you can hear it full…
The voice of the blackness, so loud even when so still!
Bleakly haunting with some primal intellect to thus fill…
Every space wherein it could creep, the light to so kill!
“Silver is for the moon that smiles and knows.
Black is for night, black is for the rose!
Gold is for the lioness you dare not oppose.
Red for is blood, red is for the rose!”
Mayhap that is why no one prays out there any longer,
Whilst that mind behind the shadow so grows stronger.
Does it call to the traveler, who stops out of curiosity?
Insinuating itself ever so slightly, until it is part of you…
One with the shadow you will become, though villainy,
Of a subtler sort than any mortal minds hold to be true.
Does that vacant place serve to house so feral a core?
Or is it the place that is feral, its’ own will manifesting!
Stop there at your peril, and come not unto its’ door…
Lest the mind waiting in shadow: causes you suffering.
“In shadowy twilight, sweetly sings:
Mother of dark things,
On black wings…
I, Daughter Night.”
”I, Daughter Night,
On black wings…
Mother of dark things:
In shadowy twilight, sweetly sings.”
In ancient halls of stone, where lay the altar of gold…
The shadow was thick upon that place of old worship.
No souls came from far home, seeking here to atone!
And the light was chased quick, from a font wet, slick,
With the water that once was holy, and now less so…
When the night came fast, and a colder wind did blow.
The stone did not know, what brought the chill below,
But it did cause: even the clinging ivy, to die as it froze.
Mayhap that is why no one prays out there any longer,
Whilst that mind behind the shadow so grows stronger.
“Red for is blood, red is for the rose!
Gold is for the lioness you dare not oppose.
Black is for night, black is for the rose!
Silver is for the moon that smiles and knows.”
What brought such a pall, upon that once sacred hall?
A shadow darker by far, than those, which there are…
Of a want to come to call, when the first leaves do fall.
When high is the evening star, the dark comes to mar,
From places intangible and deep, you can hear it full…
The voice of the blackness, so loud even when so still!
Bleakly haunting with some primal intellect to thus fill…
Every space wherein it could creep, the light to so kill!
“Silver is for the moon that smiles and knows.
Black is for night, black is for the rose!
Gold is for the lioness you dare not oppose.
Red for is blood, red is for the rose!”
Mayhap that is why no one prays out there any longer,
Whilst that mind behind the shadow so grows stronger.
Does it call to the traveler, who stops out of curiosity?
Insinuating itself ever so slightly, until it is part of you…
One with the shadow you will become, though villainy,
Of a subtler sort than any mortal minds hold to be true.
Does that vacant place serve to house so feral a core?
Or is it the place that is feral, its’ own will manifesting!
Stop there at your peril, and come not unto its’ door…
Lest the mind waiting in shadow: causes you suffering.
“In shadowy twilight, sweetly sings:
Mother of dark things,
On black wings…
I, Daughter Night.”
Published 10th May 2015
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10th May 2015 5:28am
10th May 2015 5:33am
I am very happy you liked it, Z! Thanks for taking the time to let me know, too. Much appreciated! :)
10th May 2015 2:05pm
Magnificent poem,fully deserving of an applause.Please keep up the great work
10th May 2015 9:48pm
I am so delighted you enjoyed it! Your applause was a wonderful surprise, too. Thanks lots! :)
This write works on me so well in heightening my interest in the dark. We tend to attach fear to the dark but yet the ability to make a path provides an experience that I labeled as positive. This is exceptional.
13th May 2015 5:08am
Indeed, Jazz! Very astutely put, I must say. More oft than not, the only thing to fear from the dark is whatever one brings with them when entering it. As the old saying goes… “We have nothing to fear, but fear itself.” So when one makes a journey through darkness, it need not always be a negative experience, but it can also be positive, even transformative, since there can well be light at journey’s end. I’m pleased you enjoyed the poem, my friend! :)
Anonymous
12th May 2015 6:09pm
Beautiful and so very marvelous, I am always impressed on your lovely work and pictures that suit these poems. You always do wonderful, Mother of My Soul. You are forever my favorite Writer and Artist.
13th May 2015 5:15am
I am honored by your sweet praise, dearest Lilly, daughter of my heart! And happy that my works delight and impress you so. Indeed, it is just such beautiful, glowing comments as yours that stir my heart ever unto greater heights of creativity. I shall strive, always, to delight you and all my readers with my works! :)
16th May 2015 1:38am
16th May 2015 10:51pm
I am so happy you liked it! It was an enjoyable poem to pen, and a true delight to share. :D
22nd May 2015 8:33pm
22nd May 2015 9:36pm
It does my heart good to see that you enjoyed it, Zoey! So happy you decided to join us here on DUP. Welcome to our little corner of the Multiverse! :)
