Moths + Fireflies (the previous pieces)
Moths + Fireflies
Contained by his own apathy
A messenger stood upon stone
Pushed by grey and losing hope
No need to fight once love was lost
Wind alone held him from falling
Corruption’s cold hordes snarled and bit
True messages to be destroyed
Hopeful voices left quieted
Alone he faught with half his heart
For the rest betrayal had killed
No comfort and only white
Biting white cold from behind him
Jaws and nails raked his body red
Tears freezing all along his chest
For no cause he stood defeated
Ready to fall beneath evils
The grey collected as a fog
Reshaping, solidifying
On death it fed, and hopelessness
Both radiated from this loss
Teeth and throat bared marked the ending
Of this defiance and his life
Grey coiled and anticipated
Then shot through the snow filled air
Blue fire cut swiftly through throat
A body fell down into snow
And it was covered slowly silent
Watched over as it grey-faded
Her blade, her truth fell before him
It too joined the snow as eyes met
Wordless mending collected there
Between the haunted true lovers
Warmth carried fast through an embrace
Regained comforts and wholeness flare
Together in the falling cold
Defiance, truth and hope returned
Solving words were saved for later
Ease replaced their worried losses
Hands warmed entwined, souls reknit threads
Healed souls restep the sharpened path
On her word they stopped abruptly
Wings and lights were seen when she turned
Above the sunken blade they flew
Tiny guardians of this truth
Fleet she dashed to reach the true blade
Cold within cold met her cut hand
Love warmed her heart so truth was still
Ready and resiliant within
He stepped near and held her free hand
The path of paths before them stood
Healing and the hurt world waited
The snow did not stop, nor did hope
Please let me know what you think.
5 comments on “Moths + Fireflies”
Dude you have major skills at poetry. I can’t even write the simpelist ones. You should deffinatly look into publishing your stuff.
thanks my disciple. Someday I do hope to publish some things, but right now I don’t feel confident enough about my writing to make myself seem worthy of being published.
Dude I do think it is deffinatly good enough. but it all take time. I am positive that you will publish eventually. and when you do I’ll be getting it 🙂
i had a dream about you…somehow…you made a guitar yourself, but it had no strings…and you wrote a book…but it was all brown, torn paper…and you stuck envelopes in some of the pages and stamped it “added by author”…and the only things written in the book were scribbled in blue pen….
weird
lol Now that’s kinda frightening. Both the dream and that someone I’ve never met would dream of me. Thanks for sharing the weirdness, though.