A Knight's Sorrow

January 23, 2013

My Black Rose

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Moonlight dwells in silent streams,
Echoing of fae time dreams.
In star bound cloak,
Night does creep.
Empty of madness sleep.

Sovereign beasts do approach,
Court of fae, light and dark,
Heeding call from lands afar.
With weeping rose in her hair,
Angel queen, dark and fair,
Robes tinged with violet hue.
Zealous heralds dance around,
Echoes of the angel’s grace.

Reeds and whistles sing her praise,
Of beauty, wit and elven grace.
Smile that vexes with haunting gaze,
Eases through my wayward soul.

January 17, 2013

Angel of The Night

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You are the moon that lights my night.
You are the stars that shines my path.
You are the waters that soothes my soul.
You are the wings that makes me fly.
You are the hand that lifts my heart.
You are the angel that I love.

January 8, 2013

Open doors…

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Yesterday I thought everything I wanted had been taken away from me, before I even had it. In a way, that’s true.

Broken? Yes.
Empty? Somewhat.
Resentful? Never.

What I did have was true. It made me smile. It made me happy. And I will cherish that. And I will continue to care about that person. It will just be in a different way.

Ironically, this morning was a piece of paper from my mother’s work stuff on the kitchen counter. It wasn’t intended for me, but merely random chance. Here’s what it says:

When one door closes, another door opens;
But we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.
– Alexander Graham Bell

My doors may be so small and blended into the wallpaper that I can’t see them right now. But I will look for them.

January 5, 2013

Empty

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Colours fade like autumn leaves,
As silence takes the stage.
Sumptuous feast of rotten fruits,
Tempered with spoilt wine.

Weeping heart and bleeding eyes,
Do mourn the loss of love.
As whispered lies rape my mind,
Whiskey numb the bones.

Body aches with waking death,
As lovers shade does moan.
Winding gears to creaking halt
As void now does grow.

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