A Knight's Sorrow

September 12, 2013

Echoes

Filed under: Poetry — Harlequinn @ 5:30 am
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My name shall be a whisper,
Like sands upon the wind.
My face is but an echo,
A shadow from your past.

Your thoughts of me will trickle
Fleeting…
Drifting…
Gone…

But I shall never forget you,
For knowing is all I craved.
In knowing you, I knew myself,
And that you’re the one I loved.

March 11, 2013

Echoes Waltz

Filed under: Poetry — Harlequinn @ 4:23 am
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And once again, we dance this waltz,
Of broken hearts and empty steps.
With tearful joys that silence fills,
Twirling round till one does falter.

Now, like then, and always have,
I take the lead and spin you round.
I soothe your pain with no remorse,
You light my day with simple smile.

No lows, but highs, we dance the night,
Our giggled joys that echoes halls,
That flit away the shades of past,
Ghosts of shattered hearts at rest.

And as our laughter does reach its peak,
Your shade of love does steal you back.
And as you two do dance away,
I beg and plead for you to stay.

Broken… lost… I walk away,
To empty groves of lovers lost.
I weep upon the broken husks,
The love I gave, scared and spurned.

And in the silver light of moon,
I find you crying in the gloom.
I slowly bow, as you do curtsy,
And once again, we dance this waltz.

January 5, 2013

Empty

Filed under: Poetry — Harlequinn @ 5:17 am
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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.

December 18, 2012

Reflected Pain

Filed under: Poetry — Harlequinn @ 8:15 am
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Corrupt and bile from distant lies,
That stoop and stare with empty eyes.
A monstrous man with honeyed tongue,
That clutches upon my beating song.

I cut and slice at fetid flesh,
I hack and slash with baited breath.
Its wounds do open and bleeds about,
Veins so dry, with crimson sand.

It cries and wails like wounded babe,
And babbles about like drunken maid.
I stare into its eyes of pain,
It stares back through mirrored pane.

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