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Trinity of Visions
- Trinity of Visions -
Vision I: In Timelessness
Beneath white skies, I did stride forth in exile from Paradise.
Pale blue, the mountains that sparkled in the setting of a sun!
Not the sun as lights this world, but one of more alien device.
Mist from those mountains came to the icy streams as begun,
Beyond the sight of one who beheld things more terrible still…
And yet, my stride was not lessened, my beauty not defaced.
My feet did not touch the stream’s waters, so cold and chill!
For they led to domains of the dead, not by sunlight graced…
And lo, the mist creeps on, beyond the vision of those living!
Past green fields of tall grass, pleasant valleys, and woodland,
And in the embrace of that mist, is an intelligence unforgiving!
I did not succumb to the danger, and by an inner command…
My fingers brushed aside the vines of the forests deeply dark.
And the mists became a fog lacing through the reaching trees,
With branches like hands, and whose bodies are only bark…
Yet still such fantasies might inspire fear, in the eye that sees:
Forms in formlessness, and so my sight did lead me not false.
When in the formed grasp of pure timelessness, we do waltz.
In vivid visions, I beheld,
All that once I deeply felt!
Secrets shown to gods above,
When they sought to learn of love.
Vision II: Fire from Beyond the Stars
The mist was thicker upon the waters of old primordial seas,
Which encircled the planet that was broken into fragments…
When the noble Dragon Queen, was brought unto her knees.
The waters of her home could not pour from high firmament,
For the wrath of the gods was too terrible for any to behold!
The mist crept, across all the lush green meadows that were,
Before the Queen’s palace, and her crimson knights so bold.
When the gods descended for conflict, all the waters did stir!
The end came in the winter, like icy fingers to grasp the soul.
Through the crystalline trees, grasped by ice so magically…
One could see the fire from the heavens, beyond all control.
Fire and water, to melt the ice and bring a doomed destiny!
Even the mountains were laid low, their backs broken down,
Like humbled titans crumbling before some Olympian wrath.
I beheld this apocalyptic terror, and cast away my crown…
No longer the Queen’s consort, in that bygone, ancient past.
The end came, but the war would last for countless seasons,
Until the pride of a world was broken: for forgotten reasons.
In vivid visions, I recall,
All that did thusly befall!
Secrets shown to demons fell,
When they built a heaven in Hell.
Vision III: Mask of the Angel
Tonight I shall be a beautiful angel once again, not so fallen…
And for you I would move the moon from its’ old moorings!
I know the hottest yearnings that lie within maidens and men.
Kiss of my lips, and partake of the peace such a kiss brings!
I offer you my hand, and invite you to join me, in mad dance.
Let the world burn and blaze around us, as we glide along…
Two angels, where one was before, to flit and fairly prance!
Kiss of my moist mouth and let no one say this was wrong…
For, to love an angel is never forbidden, when I am the one.
Partake of this apple I offer you, and let it show you a truth!
It is but the symbol, for the rapture that is not so easily won.
Listen to my whispers; I am eloquent, and not ever uncouth!
We shall play with fire, and in those flames taste of ecstasies.
Are not my wings still shining, and is not my halo still so fair?
I can grant you a place higher even than the twelve divinities.
We can seize even all Olympus for our delights, if we dare…
To embrace the sensual seduction of our unmasked liberties!
These visions I have shown you to celebrate of lost dignities.
In vivid visions, I bestow,
All that I wish you to know!
Secrets shown to mortals of old,
When they listened to angels, bold.
Vision I: In Timelessness
Beneath white skies, I did stride forth in exile from Paradise.
Pale blue, the mountains that sparkled in the setting of a sun!
Not the sun as lights this world, but one of more alien device.
Mist from those mountains came to the icy streams as begun,
Beyond the sight of one who beheld things more terrible still…
And yet, my stride was not lessened, my beauty not defaced.
My feet did not touch the stream’s waters, so cold and chill!
For they led to domains of the dead, not by sunlight graced…
And lo, the mist creeps on, beyond the vision of those living!
Past green fields of tall grass, pleasant valleys, and woodland,
And in the embrace of that mist, is an intelligence unforgiving!
I did not succumb to the danger, and by an inner command…
My fingers brushed aside the vines of the forests deeply dark.
And the mists became a fog lacing through the reaching trees,
With branches like hands, and whose bodies are only bark…
Yet still such fantasies might inspire fear, in the eye that sees:
Forms in formlessness, and so my sight did lead me not false.
When in the formed grasp of pure timelessness, we do waltz.
In vivid visions, I beheld,
All that once I deeply felt!
Secrets shown to gods above,
When they sought to learn of love.
Vision II: Fire from Beyond the Stars
The mist was thicker upon the waters of old primordial seas,
Which encircled the planet that was broken into fragments…
When the noble Dragon Queen, was brought unto her knees.
The waters of her home could not pour from high firmament,
For the wrath of the gods was too terrible for any to behold!
The mist crept, across all the lush green meadows that were,
Before the Queen’s palace, and her crimson knights so bold.
When the gods descended for conflict, all the waters did stir!
The end came in the winter, like icy fingers to grasp the soul.
Through the crystalline trees, grasped by ice so magically…
One could see the fire from the heavens, beyond all control.
Fire and water, to melt the ice and bring a doomed destiny!
Even the mountains were laid low, their backs broken down,
Like humbled titans crumbling before some Olympian wrath.
I beheld this apocalyptic terror, and cast away my crown…
No longer the Queen’s consort, in that bygone, ancient past.
The end came, but the war would last for countless seasons,
Until the pride of a world was broken: for forgotten reasons.
In vivid visions, I recall,
All that did thusly befall!
Secrets shown to demons fell,
When they built a heaven in Hell.
Vision III: Mask of the Angel
Tonight I shall be a beautiful angel once again, not so fallen…
And for you I would move the moon from its’ old moorings!
I know the hottest yearnings that lie within maidens and men.
Kiss of my lips, and partake of the peace such a kiss brings!
I offer you my hand, and invite you to join me, in mad dance.
Let the world burn and blaze around us, as we glide along…
Two angels, where one was before, to flit and fairly prance!
Kiss of my moist mouth and let no one say this was wrong…
For, to love an angel is never forbidden, when I am the one.
Partake of this apple I offer you, and let it show you a truth!
It is but the symbol, for the rapture that is not so easily won.
Listen to my whispers; I am eloquent, and not ever uncouth!
We shall play with fire, and in those flames taste of ecstasies.
Are not my wings still shining, and is not my halo still so fair?
I can grant you a place higher even than the twelve divinities.
We can seize even all Olympus for our delights, if we dare…
To embrace the sensual seduction of our unmasked liberties!
These visions I have shown you to celebrate of lost dignities.
In vivid visions, I bestow,
All that I wish you to know!
Secrets shown to mortals of old,
When they listened to angels, bold.
Published 5th Aug 2012
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5th Aug 2012 5:50am
For my illustration for this poem, I used a photo of me dressed all in black, which I contrasted with a totally white, misty background and blood red earth. The resulting image goes perfectly with the imagery of the poem, resulting in an interesting harmony.
How do you do this? I admire your writing style, your range of vision and your wield of rhyme. To be able to do the latter over long verse and be viscerally present throughout is commendable.
16th Aug 2012 10:09pm
It just sort of flows from deep inside of me, like a great river that must run its' course from the mountains to the ocean. Carried on that river are the thoughts, the words, the meaning, and the rhyme that form the poetry into what it is. I am happy you like my poetry, my friend! And thank you very much for your glowing comment. I appreciate it highly.
