Along the Way
Along the Way, the hunter finds
A sea beneath a starlit sky
Long forgotten are his binds
As he flees the scarlet eye
For his life he fears again
For the hunt his body aches
For nothing in the world can bend
His will before his anger breaks
A Milky shadow whispers by
Into the midnight clouds ahead
He sets an arrow for the sky
Praying for the shortly dead
Just before he lets it fly
A hand upon his shoulder quakes
"Hunter, should your query die
Count her with your foul mistakes"
The midnight shadow slips away
Into the night from which he came
The sky it seems to have a way
To use the hunter's wretched blame
Keeping arrow close at hand
He flies across the darkened still
The sea below should turn to sand
Before the hunter breaks his will
Thanks for reading. I put this in an AI song generator if you want to listen to it lol https://suno.com/song/ffcd5b8a-347f-40e7-8fe3-f03a53e2eeb2
The Sword That Beckons
Young wizard, boy of youthful spree
Would seek to harness what would be
For in his thoughts he saw a tree
A burning forest none could flee
Yet with coming terror plain
His smiling thoughts they did remain
For nothing in the clouds contained
Gloom enough to halt his brain
In solace dungeon he began
To enact his fateful plan
Heeding not the withered hand
Who said from this he should have ran
In a rusty cauldron, he
Poured a liquid from the tree
And within the cloud that billowed free
He saw the flame that soon would be
Within the fire he saw the wings
The Raven's caw, the sunlit springs
The shadowed figure held the thing
The key no darkened thought could sting
When he saw the figure's face
His whereabouts he tried to trace
And just before the sight erased
He saw the storm, the visage place
Near enough, the soldier's eyes
He'd seen once gracing noble skies
Who had no heed for woeful cries
What sorry tongues precede demise
So taking up his rusty spell
The wizard made for rock and dell
The valley where the soldier fell
When the world was fiery hell
He called him, cast him from the clay
Gave him rock and branch to play
A game that failed yesterday
To keep the fiery fate away
Not alone they would go on
To halt the servants of the dawn
As dragon quake and raven spawn
To keep the sky from being gone
Her Voice Has Gone
Wars in my mind
Can no one see the state I'm in?
Though foe knows foe
And kind meets kind
Press the button
I pray
You may not know the day
Yet in such foolish triumph
I lay
And toward such lofty goals
My heart forgets to stray
So have I forsaken life
Though hope lingers
And stillness steals the knife
That pricks beneath my skin
And drives me toward a wife
Where is my heart?
And where is my desire?
It seems I smile so easily at their absence
Sorrow stirs
But also it has gotten hence
No longer do I feel
So fornicate with lust and never know the real
Love that comes when hearts can trust
Stray your hand to fix the daylight
And keep what helpless hopeless servants hands might
Try to keep for themselves
When hearts break
And starling strengths behind the shelves
Of the future's toil
Keep their loathsome wake from burning oil
Can I in apostasy see
What has bereft of me
In such foul'd measures no longer
Find the strength to carry on
Her voice has gone
And shall I break before dawn
Though it seems I may
Can I no longer fail to see the day
Of what has gone its way
And so shall none be here to stay
And here to stray
Yet I may
I may
What Their Souls Did Not Impart
Strangers...
Final strangers might
Believe a thing that heals the blight
And strangers eyes cannot pretend
Their loves' delay will soon amend
For strangers count their eyes,
But I count the tides,
The rushing of the wailing heart,
That keeps the keep from telling
What their souls did not impart.
The Idaho Garden
Previewed fortunes...
I don't know how to aim. But there's something tickling my brain. Who are these prolapses? These suppositions of the mind? These colossal premonitions? Haha, I wonder if they're any bigger than those mounds we used to plant the watermelons in.
Rows of sunflowers are nearby, next to a wire fence. Their seeds became kind of ugly, but when I learned their faces always followed the sun... I looked at them different.
We were supposed to eat the peas with the pod, but adults are wrong sometimes. Peeling the shells apart is part of the journey.
The carrots were maybe the least remarkable. Why do these ones have the wiry thing on the end? A bundle of the green parts that stick out of the ground feels soft and surprisingly nice in the hand. The crisp, cool smell... the fresh dirt... that's a good memory.
The only part I remember that didn't actually happen was when my brother threw a snowball at the snow monster who was hoeing the snow-covered ground. Needless to say, he got mad and I woke up.
Solon’s Charge
Tremble,
For the air is awake.
The straits of Gibraltar remember,
Their foreign mark made ready
To breathe the memories,
To stake the claims,
The forgotten promises
Of the heart.
The world that was
Will be again,
And stranger thoughts combine to dispel
The majesty of the people
Who know the secrets,
The order of the divine,
The channel where chaos
Becomes the Tide.
War precedes
Atlantean paradise.
Some of This Was Stolen
Conscience breaks
What I desire
In some other land I have found
A leaf of some sort
To break the fall
That was cut short
And is it no longer to be
A better part of what was not
A silence that I found
To steal the wraith's heart
And confound no visions
Before the day I was found
And so long is it not there
In my vision
No more can I compare
To what was
And what was within
Will never grin
At the thoughts
And songs of yesterday
And the promises
Stolen
From a song that wasn't mine
Cause what else do I have
Than to pretend
And copy the divine?
The Foul Hand
Trust is not with me
Though is there no other way
In the cloud I have found
I have no other way around
And no other day
Could I have heard this sound
But still there's something else
Something to compare
Something worse that what before was there
And something fouler than the eyes of man
No thought to end
No will to pan
What gold is left
For in the foul
Hand
I am found