there is a place i go
when sleep has wrested control
that i cannot explain.
it is a hallway
with classrooms
on either side.
barbed wire
covers the doorways
and an impenetrable fog
permeates the hallway
and i cannot make out
the end of the hallway.
from the darkness of the fog
comes forth a mottled hand,
drenched in blackened blood.
every sense screams and pulls away
in fear
but still,
i move towards it.
the hand clutches at something;
a shape
my mind cannot fathom.
as i reach for the hand,
another sickly appendage grabs at me
and though i struggle
to wrestle free,
a part of me yearns to give in
to the fog.
it is then,
from deep within the mire,
a gravely voice whispers,
p o e n i t e n t i a m.
~lt
Barbed
there are hallways in my mind,
laden with fog,
that even my words
cannot pierce.
as much as it frightens me
to descend deeper;
something beckons
from within the mist.
a darker presence
sinks its hooks
upon my spirit
and it is not long
until i find myself
at the mercy
of my animus
~lt
Canticle of Hope
ah,
but darling,
you are free
precisely
when you wish to be.
~lt
Highwind
your current circumstances,
no matter how bleak
or dismal,
are all integral
to the story of your redemption
that He is writing.
~lt
Cloak of Flame and Stars
’tis a dismal state;
to be afforded insight
into much
yet lack the power
necessary.
~lt
Ebon Petal
from the mire
of iniquity
i,
graceless,
would ask
to not be forgotten
when the age of Light
shines on all that are found
deserving.
~lt
Dyrnwyn
were it not
for my fondness
for sadness,
i’d not have a reason
to remember you.
~lt
Mercury’s Hope
through briar
and bramble
my heart has hidden itself.
i can withstand the thorns
if it means
that i cannot hurt
again.
~lt
Writ of Thorn and Petal
i feel my age of writing
is coming to an end.
summoning visions,
night after night,
only exhausts;
only drains.
were it so easy
to only draw upon
the joy
i once felt.
no,
bringing you out
from within the tumblers of mind
only hastens the descent
of the scythe.
i implore you;
it is not enough
to bury the shadow.
only when basked
in glorious light
will it end
with you.
and i will do my best
to make sure
it ends
with me.
~lt
Partisan
some days
you are nothing more
than a butterfly
and i admire the way
you effortlessly flit
through my mind.
but other days,
you are downpour
and it’s like
i never got over you
at all.
~lt