sonnet 7

When, in the course of time spells growing weak
so loose the binding of the lord of night,
who stirs. While one eyed in the hall yet sleeps.
Shall thought and mem'ry from his throne take flight.
They, swift of wing,  across the sea of dreams.
They, pinioned black, nightwing between the stars,
(where nothing is as nothing often seems),
to wake again the sleeping god of war.
Who, sharp beaked bird of prey, of iron will,
with eye of gold and talon silver sharp,
dreams. Perched upon the world tree Yggdrasil.
She, queen of night, who rules the pearl starred dark.
Then will she wake, to hunt the one who sees,
guard guide the seer to seek the hidden key.

sonnet 6

When rosy fingered dawn does kiss the face,
the rigid hands, upraised as if in prayer,
as though, in their last moment, they sought grace,
redemption from a god who was not there.
who kneel in alleys dark, and empty rooms,
with eyeless sockets upraised to the sky,
where he found them, brought to them their doom,
left once warm living flesh now food for flies.
the light of the new day reveals the dark
work, of he, who is the king of fear.
upon each face he leaves his loving mark,
in the traces left by falling tears.
then bright sofia calls me to that place
to touch the dead and gaze upon his face.

sonnet 5

Ten thousand dreamships sail the sea of night,
from ten thousand quays which have no name,
sails full bellied shimmer the thin light
of hunters moon, and stars cold distant flame 
in constellations strange, which span the sky
in forms mysterious, unmapped of man,
whose spinning shifting shapes confuse the eye,
and deceive to different ends the dreamers plan.
the helmsman stands his watch throughout the night
and steers by wand'ring compass needles tip
as down the wind he charts his dreamships flight,
a lonely mind upon an empty ship.
the bird of prey flies o'er the wine dark sea
deciding that which will, or will not, be.

Light Bearer

Star Light
Star Bright
First Star I see tonight
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish
I wish
tonight.

Two children on a hillside
evening
twilight
watch as lucifer falls
cast down
by the aeons
from the heavenly realm

Look! A falling star!

Make a wish!

Make a wish!

It was so bright!

So Bright!

Do you think they'll come true?

What?

Our wishes?

Maybe. I dunno.

What did you wish for?

You know I can't tell you that! or it won't come true!

Oh, right. I forgot.

But it's something really cool.

Mine too.

Lookit!

What?

See? It left a trail in the sky, see? Like a dark cloud.

Wow! I never seen anything like that before.

Me either.

It's kinda spooky.

Yeah.

Yeah.


Let's go back inside, it's gettin dark.

Yeah, an it's gettin kinda cold out.

Yeah, it's fall ya know.

Yeah, fall. What'r you gonna be for Halloween

I dunno, hadn't thought about it yet

I think I wanna be Spider Man.

Oh man, everybody's gonna be Spider Man.

Yeah. I guess. I don't know then. I want lotsa candy tho!

Yeah! Candy!

Yeah. It'll be winter soon.

Yeah. Winter. Do you think we'll get a lot of snow?

I hope so! Then we can get out of school!

Blizzards!

Blizzards! Yeah!

Let's go!

OK.

Maybe we can have hot chocolate!

Yeah! Hot chocolate!


Star Light
Star Bright
First Star 
I see tonight.
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish 
I wish
tonight.

I will

Falling

I
am falling

It is here again,
somewhere
I feel it again
within the city again
hungry again
waiting, stalking, seeking
again

someone else
is going to die
tonight.

And I can't stop it.

No one can stop it.

They think I'm crazy now
some of them
they will lock me up
if they can find me
so I move
from place to place
waiting for her
to show me the way
to the newly dead

I don't know why

I call her Sofia now

I don't know why.

The white cat.
The white cat.

I had a job once
I remember
I was important

no
I thought
I was important

I was wrong

When
I was younger
I
used to read
stupid fantasy
sword and sorcery

stupid shit.

Heros
and princesses
and elves
and quests
and magic swords
and talking animals
and Mages
and Magic

Magick

and Chosen Ones

The Chosen One

Such simple books.
Such simple worlds.
Such simple choices.

Choice?

Who has a choice?
Who gets to choose?

Those he has taken,
did they have a choice?
did I have a choice?

What will happen
if
I choose
to
not
see
her
this
time?

I will ignore her.
I won't look.
I will close my eyes.
I will walk by.
I will...

I will...

Yellow Eyes

She is the Eagle, yellow eyed,
fierce sharp, great pinioned.
Sometime companion of Ravens,
thought and memory, who fly
seeking knowledge of the world.
Black eyed, in the dark seeing
lies, which like clouds obscure
the pin bright stars whose truth
pierces the the empty abysm
of times unspooling ribbon,
binding the past, knotting the world
into forms unchanging which wait,
for the great bird of prey, 
talon tearing, to free them.


She is the promise of immortality.
Bearing within her the secrets
of bearing and raising,
of life and death,
Girl. Woman. Crone.
You desire her in her youth,
but she will not have you
nor any other man.
For she has listened at the knee
of Sofia, and has learned
the lies of men and the wisdom
to be deaf to your entreaty.
For she has nothing to gain
from men
and much to lose.


She is the rock upon which men 
break themselves 
inviolate as the granite 
upon which the storms fury
spends itself in futile force
wave after wave
till fury spent they die
away in mist 
and return to the sea


She is the Keeper of Secrets.
Dwelling in the solitude of her mind,
moving from room to room
where are kept the boxes
of truth and falsehood,
for the one entwines the other
as the nightshade a fruit tree
sweet and deadly life and death
within the space of a single thought.


She waits now, one, 
with the two,
who wait before the door.
Fastclosed against the souldeath 
with the shout of ten thousand warriors,
borne in the dreamship 
from the sea of night.
Thought and memory
patient to speak with One Eyed.
She not so patient seeks entrance.
Gate and door remain fast shut.
Until the Keybearer come.