Feral Lethargy

Wildly darting through the night
Wolves of paw, and owls of flight
Passing through the meadow fair
Trees are casting shadows there
Feral keening at the moon
They approach lethargic swoon
Prowling slows and yawns grow deep
Daylight comes, ‘tis time to sleep

Sedes Lost

Death of kindred, blood and bone
Through sword and spear, their wrath is shown
Dusty war upon the plane
The waxing moon begins to wane
Fire and lightning from the sky
‘Tis time, dear world, to say goodbye

Enlightenment

Here in thy mind, the truth doth wait
Streaming waves to meet thy fate
Perfect trust and open eyes
The tune of life doth lull thy cries
You open up the mind of God
And peer inside this head-like pod
There is nothing in this God-man’s head
But twisting gears and mind long dead
Perfect truth before thine eyes
Hidden thoughts and subtle lies
Arrange themselves in perfect order
Along the Universe’s border
And this thine own eyes see
Is perfect harmony
In one moment you understand
And then you laugh your ass off

Transformation

I sit alone in this vast desert by an oasis
sitting still, yet searching, for what I do not know
I wait for what might never come
praying my hope is not false

When from behind me comes a tapping, a finger gently slapping my shoulder
I turn to see a figure dissapearing over the horizon
My feet pound the dry sand as I turn to follow
As I distance myself from the water, I struggle to swallow
The running after this mirage has turned my heart hollow.
But was it real? What did it want?

I now find myself in a forest, a place I have never seen.
I thank the illusion for leading me here.
Its moonlit beauty far surpasses the cold grey desert.
From here I can continue my quest, but first I must shed many a tear.

A Tale Of Madness and Hope

Reluctantly he left his home and love for war
His deep roots from the ground he painfully tore
To ride through lands he had never been before
He dreaded the painful future he had in store
He waved to his lass with a tear in her eye
He prayed to God this would not be the last goodbye
He dropped his helmet’s mask, so unheard he could cry
A prisoner, bound by oaths he couldn’t untie
He turned to his company and rode in the back
He thought of the tower they were going to ransack
Inhumanely brutal would be the bitter attack
He was tall and mighty, but courage he lacked
In his mind he questioned the reasons for battle
As he tapped a tune with his gauntlet on his saddle
After riding two days through bright meadow and dark wood
He tried to force his mind to say it understood
Rarely he was alone, then is when he cried
A frightened fool off to war, just to say he tried
He thought of his lass, laying weeping upon the floor
He clenched his teeth, his heart grew hard, and he wept no more
He returned to the camp site and let out a fierce roar
The troops awoke and feared him unlike before
He was ready to slay, he was ready to destroy!
From death he would derive an inhuman joy!
He was taken by a madness that would not let go
All reason left his mind, the madness would only grow
He stayed awake and thought of blood upon his sword
And nurtured his desire to gut the enemy’s lord
Blood then drenched the horizon, the sun rose in the sky
He stood and shouted “It is time for them all to die!”
Just over the next hill loomed the gray tower
He was the only one that did not cower
He rode out in front with his sword in the air
He rode first through the open gate, bringing much dispair
He was quickly surrounded by dozens of foes
Why he was against these men, he did not know
But the orders from his lord that was possibly mad
Were to hew the necks of every man and every lad
He would have questioned it, if not for the madness
But in cold blood, he severed head and limb with gladness
Within seconds four men had died by his hand
Screams could be heard echoing across the land
Mindlessly he beheaded them and pierced their hearts
On the ground were strewn their disembodied parts
Blood flew through the air and splattered on the stone
From every direction came the sound of breaking bone
Soon all men had fled from him, seeking else to destroy
Then beside a dead soldier, he saw a weeping boy
His sorrowful heart now awoke and the madness left
He thought of his lass at home in her bed as she slept
Had she seen what he had done here she would cower
He wept at the river of pain before the tower
He saw that they were not ready, they had no armor
These men were not soldiers, but helpless farmers
The boy glared at the man who had killed his father
Madness took him and he ignored the battle’s pother
The boy let out a shriek as he ran towards the man
He attacked the man’s boot with his tiny hands
He knew the man would kill him but he did not care
He looked into the man’s eyes and gave a bitter stare
But to his surprise the man let go of his sword
Onto the ruddy ground the man’s many tears poured
The boy cried too and their tears were mixed with blood
Both minds were lost in anguish among their red tear’s flood
An archer’s arrow came down from the tower above
The man’s tears fell slowly as he last thought of his love

The cold pale moon looked upon a lone rider
He rode out of the forest and the path grew wider
Aching, weary hooves pounded the soggy mud
The pained horse bore a man covered with dry blood
An arrow stuck out from a wound in the man’s shoulder
He continued to ride and the night grew colder
Over the featureless, lifeless plain the horse ran
Returning to the place where it all began
As time passed the man tried to forget his pain
He tried to forget all of the men he had slain
He came at last to vast fields of wheat and corn
He fell from his horse and lay upon the ground forlorn
He was numb, if he was still bleeding he could not tell
With his last bit of strength he let out an unheard yell
He felt like he was dying, but at least he was home
While he still had his love, he never felt alone
He knew she was somewhere beyond the vast fields
Until they met again, thoughts of her his heart would wield
His breathing slowed, his head throbbed and his vision blurred
For the rest of the night he lay undisturbed
Early next morning when the sun rose in the sky
He was discovered by a farmer passing by
He was taken home where he was allowed to heal
There was a new strength in his soul that he could feel
He healed quickly, and everyone was amazed
He told his story and he was greatly praised
He was sickened by the praise of the town’s folk
For it was deaths of the innocent of which he spoke
But he kept his thoughts secret and asked for his lass
Unfortunately his worst fear had come to pass
His love had left the town believing he was dead
Now upon him fell heavy amounts of fear and dread
Though he would swiftly follow in search of her
But first a sorrowful event must occur
He asked to be presented before the lord
He made known that delay in no way could he afford
He carefully concealed a dagger in his cloak
Before he left, he was alone and he swore and oath
He would kill one more man and then kill nevermore
He would pay back his lord for sending him to war
That evening he was taken to the lord’s home
He was brought before the lord and they were left alone
The lord was a glutton and a man full of hate
And yet unaware of his murderous fate
The man questioned the lord on his reasons for war
The lord just let out a laugh and said no more
The man unsheathed his dagger, and grasped it tight
And he deeply slashed at the lord’s neck with much might
He dropped the dagger then føÿð