The Halls of the Written Word
I am Woken by a warmth against the back of my leg, and the screeching sounds outside my door…
Without thought, I quickly look to my left where I am met by a Great and Glorious Light… I wince
Oh how Thee Morning Sky doth Wake at the Beckoning of this Bird’s Crow…
And so I Awake… Unwillingly, and yet Obedient to My Inner Voice… That which I Cherish so
As I take my first few steps, I stagger, and rub mine Eyes, and reach for the doorknob of my Chamber Door
Outside my Eyes pierce left then right, for who knows what Creatures lie forth
But on this Morn, I am Alone
As I make my way beyond the Darkness, and to Our Place of Imagery, I take a sudden left
Awaiting me are Robust Trees, Follying as they Sway
Oh how the Black Birds Chirp, and Tap their Talons, in anticipation of the forthcoming
As I love them, I shall pay them no mind
As I sit, Before Me is the Deep Red, Bejeweled Box, of Winter, Lust and Wonder
Oh what Light We’ve seen these many Nights, although to some It Be Day… For me, Forever Night
My hands come out, Mine Eyes do Gleam, at what may come…
My Mind a Keen Descender…
It Opens Forth, a Wind Comes out
It’s Warmth does draw me in…
Light, Coulours, Song, and Scene…
I Find I cannot Breathe
What Candor, What Nerve
What unbeknownst Verve
Will Guide me thorough these Woods
I Drink Cool Water, I Eye the Storm
Begin the Written Word
DarkJade-
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October 10, 2011 at 10:14 pm
Wow, I really like that. It has a kind of Poe vibe to it in a good way.
October 11, 2011 at 12:14 am
Thank you Dream
DarkJade-
October 13, 2011 at 9:02 am
i love it!… stirring… i went back and read it again… thanks rm
October 13, 2011 at 9:42 am
Glad you liked it
Thanks for the Comment
DarkJade-
October 16, 2011 at 5:05 pm
Black birds, black crows, desending, Must he be forever dark? This path is not harmonius with the morning. Gleaming eyes grow dim in such surroundings. Excellent write.
October 16, 2011 at 6:15 pm
Thanks, where is that from?
DarkJade-
October 16, 2011 at 7:53 pm
Do you not recognize your own words?
October 16, 2011 at 9:02 pm
Ah, well I thought they were, but I referred to them, and you had plucked different piece’s and put them together, so I wasn’t sure if you had read something very similar, or were remixing them, or were actually commenting on the piece. The darkness I come out of is actually my hallway that is outside my door, fyi, lol… So I wake to light, but have to pass through darkness to get to where I Write. And the Bejeweled Deep Red Box, is actually my Samsung Laptop, which is a metallic read, hee hee.
DarkJade-