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Once Wed

Posted in Chivalry, Inspiration, Love, Poem, Poetry, Scribling with tags , , , on November 12, 2011 by darkjade68

Once Wed

Were you too Young… Perhaps

Were we in Love… Oh I think so

Did you Fear Your Mother…


Do I regret it…

Not a chance

As you have moved on, and have done your best to Black Mop our very Loves Existence, I forgive you…

Would I Marry again…


And when I did Indeed Find the one that I would have Married, perhaps I waited too long to ask…

For now she’s gone

Was it Fear because of the Outcome of the First…

Partially Perhaps

Was it the Fear that our Unresolved Issues would bury us at some point


But it does not change the fact, and this is something that I always told you, and that is… You are Marriable

When you’ve Married someone in but one year of meeting them, and it lasted but a year, though the love was strong, it leaves you a bit more hesitant the second time…

And so Wisdom superseded my ever Prevailing Romanticism

It’s for the best

Not because now I’ve lost you, no

Because if you’re not Ready, you’re not Ready

And the most Important of Things to me, Something that I Live by, and bare as my Solace, and Instrument of Choice…


Without it, I am lost… And so I Apply it in my Everyday Workings… And Demand it, or at least Request it, from those that I give my Heart

No, I don’t Demand anything from Anyone… What would be the Point

Wouldn’t Demanding, and thus Force Altering, but Bend and Skew the Truth

I think so

And so I say this… Perhaps None will Listen… But in the end, The Truth has Prevailed

Love did indeed Conquer All...

Or in my case… Perhaps… Topple All

Yes I’d Marry Again

Am I in Love with Being in Love?

Perchance… But that Holds no Baring on what Shall Dictate My Future Actions…

Truth Shall Be My Guide

Even in a Love Filled Sky…

I shall Still See




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DarkJade – Faerie Light

Posted in Chivalry, Dreams, Fantasy, Fiction, Inspiration, Short Story, Writing with tags , , on September 28, 2011 by darkjade68

If we shadows have offended, – (Shakespeare)

The man stepped out of the dark. But he was not alone. His dark hair, and long dark coat pulled over the contrasting white shirt below.

As he stepped towards the pool of light, which of course was the full moon cast upon the lakus, or lake, he seemed to be carefully concealing something in his right hand. As he neared the waters edge, he held this hand out, and open, starring at it’s contents with wonder through placid and brightly blue eyes.

The surrounding trees made for pleasant company in this otherwise lonely night. The sounds of the nearby crickets also did well to warm his spirit.

The little faerie statue he held in his open hand, was quite ornate… And longed to live. The air being brisk, he set his breath upon it…

Suddenly the statue flared into life… It’s colors a blend of white and greens as it sparkled.

Her wings, so fast, the human eye could not see, as she smiled at him. Into the cold night she tore, the tree branches seeming to pull towards her as she soared… And the moon rained a helpful confetti of light, all which brought the otherwise dark forest to life…

As he watched her join the stars, he knew that he had done a good thing… A noble thing.

But there were oh so many more to go… Oh so many.