Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Continuing the winter/forest themes.

Originally, I only planned to write this much:

If you look deep
You will find
A solitary winter's rose
Hidden
Beyond the lonely path
Of love's trail

But I added a bit more.

...

If you look deep
You will find
A solitary winter's rose
Hidden
Beyond the lonely path
Of love's trail

Glimmering in frost
But a bloody shade beneath
Like that of the beating
Lover's heart

Both grow veins
Both exist the same
But this is a rose
Not thorny
Nothing to prick the skin
And extract the blood

It sits in frozen complacency
Untouched

But I wonder when
The petals shed
And the flower rests
For another bloom
And why creatures
Do not wish
To tempt tastes of its fruit
We're not to know the truth

All it remains
Is the solitary
Winter's rose
Is all it remains

Sunday, December 7, 2008

The Ladies of Sorrow (wrap-up)

Well, I've managed to finish up one of my bigger attempts to write something.

It started as the first entry in here, as well as being the first real big effort of my own to write something...different.
edit: http://gabrielgrub.blogspot.com/2008/10/ladies-of-sorrow-unfinished-dream.html/ (Since it effed ish up.)

And it wraps up...here

...

While Madonna moves
With woeful grace
The Third will leave blood
In her trace

And the Second Sister
Sighs her weary song
Her gentle weeps, the melody
The Third cries out unholy screams
And bitter cackles
For her trickery

She breathes fire into lungs
From heavy bosoms, hidden
Behind black, draping locks
And lips cold,
Frozen
Like midnight
On a first winter's eve

Her dance
Is for the Mysteries
That haunt us
Long after
Laid to wake
And her title
Is The Youngest
Our Lady
Of Darkness

Praise the Ladies of Sorrow!

As there were three Fates
There are three Ladies of Sorrow
For three Graces,
There are three Furies,
Just the same
Their laughter is unheard
Their songs, unsung,
They speak the symbols,
While we dream the words..