As yawning sleep through reason bites
Upon my pillow lands a bird
And chirps its claim for starry nights
For thousand night and one delights,
Your eye, your breast, your word...
I slide inside soft slumber's reign
A feather floats upon my brow
Its bony tip dips in my vein
And word to word I sow a chain
Of legend, poem, vow...
Apprentice am I, son of witch
My gait is slow, my ways uncouth,
In stables grand and gardens rich
I pay my dues with grime and itch,
My life, my years, my youth...
As stars the morning's onslaught shun
I bathe depths river's flowing ice
My sword of forges long undone
Dips in the pride of dawning sun
Then once, then twice, then thrice...
I nip my little finger's tip
A flaming red runs long the edge
Then carve a rose upon my hip
As bleeding petals slowly drip
The wish, the dream, the pledge...
When skies aflame, I fade away
Through ancient paths obscured by spells
From human mindless greed and prey,
To peaceful fields of wings and neigh
And mare, and foal, and bells...
I cast behind a sleeping veil,
Then mount the wildest yearling beast
One mighty flap, a whipping tail
And skies adorn a blazing trail
To north, to south, to east...
At dark of night I climb the wall
And lean inside her window's sill
Soft fragrance whiffs my mind enthrall
And stains of skin my reason maul
With charm, with fear, with skill...
The pale of hand floats in the night
And burns the skin upon my lips,
As fingers' tips my teeth delight
My runes her breast with passion bite
Love roars, and reaves, and rips...
The princess is she, queen to be
Her hand I've touched, her eyes I've seen
In thread of silk and dancing spree
She'll wed her life away from me
The wretch, the coarse, the mean...
Past midnight... whose' the knock on door?...
A dagger skids into my hand
Grey bristling shapes around the floor
Pull fangs to light in warning roar
Not sweet, nor calm, nor bland...
"Who be you stranger? If in hate
You reach my door at midnight dark
Be gone or bitter be your fate...
Yet if in thirst, be well..."... I wait,
A creak, a shape, a spark...
The dagger clatters to my feet,
The wolves lie back and growl subdues,
Three fearsome shapes my eyesight meet,
Amidst... what floats my way to greet
In greens, and pales, and hues?...
"In thirst... of love, may I be in?..."
Oh, mother witch, oh, brother bear,
"Be guide my hand through mortal sin
Be first to see me to my skin
To touch, to claw, to tear?..."
In frozen awe I watch the shapes,
The gruesome fists, the shining mail,
The giant swords and golden capes...
Her voice trills on... "...and feed me grapes,
And dreams, and storms, and gale..."
She nears till hear I beat of heart,
"Do worry not for these my guards,
They own my trust and battle's art,
At sign they're soft or tear apart
To bits, to lumps, to shards..."
"And what the sign be now?..." ...a snap,
The door rolls back inside its frame,
"Be first...", her fingers touch a strap
And dropping silks pale flesh unwrap
No guilt, no taint, no shame...
I guard my eyes the first I see...
Then slowly move away the hands,
Evading fire pours with glee
From head to toe cascading free
It burns, it chars, it brands...
I raise my arm, my manner slow
And sink my fingers in the silk
The ruby red of lips aglow
As corners upwards gently bow
Oh... nectar, honey, milk...
Big downcast eyes lift to my face,
A ceaseless movement bound to end
When eyelids, silken wisps of lace,
Bare boundless green of blazing grace
Then rive, and rip, and rend...
She picks my blade and guides my hand,
A daisy on her white I carve,
"I wish you owned a magic wand
And teached me love on whitest sand
To burn, to yield, to starve..."
I look her way, my heart aloud,
"Forgive me mother when I sin..."
I tear from wall a rotten shroud,
A wand... her gaze the mist of cloud,
So blue, so grey, so green...
"This what?" "The sea..." "This what?" "A wave..."
My mouth engulfs an offered breast,
Her eye forgetting moment's rave
Falls prey to sudden lovers crave
Wild thirst... wild rage... soft rest...
A crimson stain adorns the sand,
A flower mid of canvas white,
A whisper tying mouth to hand,
A finger donning silver band,
No fear, no sound, no fright...
I pick my wand from sleeping air
The spell of word... a thunder's neigh,
The sky splits up... a savage mare
Bolts lightning wild in mocking scare
A waif, a tramp, a stray...
"Is mine?" "Is yours..." ...a scream's delight,
"Her name?" "Brand's Lilac..." "Flower?" "Hell..."
Her naked shape a streaming light
Which mounts the beast in savage flight
To roam, to burn, to quell...
So many hours flowing late
The mare alights on gliding wing...
"A kingdom's worth this present's rate..."
"And worth an ever loving mate,
Her smile, her warmth, her spring..."
"I love..." "Don't say..." ...my manner wild,
Is gone the day and gone the dream,
Is gone and I will loose this child
Of fire skin and eyes beguiled
I cry, I rage, I scream...
"You princess..." "Hush..." "...and I but wretch,
Tomorrow's light will burn this day
And rest my life an endless stretch
Of stables clean, of water fetch,
Of wait, of pain, of pray..."
"Tomorrow..." "No!..." "Tomorrow... hush...
Tomorrow's day will burn this light
As memories through veins will rush
And kissing traces heart will crush
And shatter, smash, and smite..."
The spark in green of eye... then mine...
The fury in the kiss insane
A moment's beauty wild, divine,
I touch the wand... a blinding shine...
No wave, no sand, no mane...
The silks return to shoulders bare
The hinges creak in bitter rust
Her final fierce demented stare
A guard's obliging moment's glare
Then gallop, silence, dust...
"My king, a woman's you to see,
A witch." "A witch? I banned from town
All witches seed to yonder sea..."
"Her claim is strange, she comes to plea
For life, for king, for crown..."
Deep creases boding patterns weave,
"How pass she did the guard at gate?"
A silence short. "Now speak or leave!"
"My eyes are old, they be deceive..."
"Now speak! I say! I wait!..."
The knee to ground, the head to knee...
"By winged horse... from grey of cloud..."
The scepter crashes, thin debris
Awakened wafts in mindless glee
Roll round, and rough, and loud...
A thousand years on shoulders weigh...
Commanding voice now begs... "Be gone..."
With sadness lost in deep dismay...
A slender figure slides his way
So thin, so frail, so lone...
His eyes embrace the waiting shape
The time has been so kind to her,
His mind picks crumbs of gone escape
As nails unseen time layers scrape
To probe, to taste, to err...
Her blinding might of love, regret,
Refusal grace of golden ring,
The parting words... "...do me forget
And pay your rank's awaiting debt
Be master, lord, be king..."
Her pride in pain the day he wed,
That lonesome tear he spied in eye
Before to worlds unknown she fled
And left old memories to shred,
To wipe, erase, deny...
Now here... oh, might... he dreads her say
An ill foretoken grips his mind
When nearing... sees dark shadows play
Inside twin fires speckled grey
Diffuse, forlorn, unkind...
He takes her hands, she grips with might,
The shadows grow tenebrous thick
He tries to flee towards the light
As pains untold in heart ignite,
So brittle, human, weak...
"I bore you son..." "You what?..." "I did,
His veins run blend of witch and king,
He knows of naught, when way I hid
He stayed with folks, an only kid
To grow, to care, to bring..."
He hears, his mind a growling fear
"You came to tell me tales untold
From far beyond approached anear
Your eyes a tortured begging tear
Benumbed, and sad, and old...
Be tell me... pray..." ...beyond her eyes
A whisper barely born by wind
Says... "...daughter have you, sweet and wise,
Befit of kingdom's richest prize,
They sang, they loved... they sinned..."
"What say you woman?..." roars the howl,
In bleeding eyes a qualm persists
As in a thunder's cloud of scowl
Through bones a thousand terrors growl
Till mind, till heart, till fists...
Her voice is rent, her manner queen,
"He sowed her seed, in mornings two
The seed will nest then sprout unseen,
The ancient curse then wake to glean
The world, the kingdom, you..."
"She but my child..." "He but my son..."
"Accursed the curse and witches' way
Why can the curse be not undone
And paths to life there are but one
To cut, to kill, to slay...
You parted way... you knew..." "I tried,
Yet wheels beyond my meager art
Rolled fate's old carriage undenied
As passing time unswerving plied
My wish, my chest, my heart...
The curse awaits on nimble feet
The end of time is drawing nigh
We two, a lonesome fate must meet,
My son... your son, your daughter sweet
Must wane, must perish, die..."
The bellow twines a piercing wail...
"Be gone you witch... I do... my men..."
"Be fool you not... his sword can sail
Through hundred chests and leave no trail..."
"One thousand?... seven?... ten?..."
"His army like the dust below,
Your might... my spell... we bore this child,
Your glaive can't reach him, nor your bow,
He can't be harmed yet he ain't know,
He's fearless, loving, wild...
The only way... his kin of blood,
His hand inside this jeweled glove
Must wield a weapon green of bud
And through his heart's thundering flood
To run, to thrust, to shove..."
"A kin of blood?..." "It ain't be me..."
A jeweled glove drops to the floor...
A mighty beast drops by her knee...
She glows... "...my king you'll always be..."
A sight, a flash, no more...
"My love, do wake... approaching hooves..."
I heard them fore she touched my chest,
The quaking thud through forest's grooves
My slouching wolves and silent moves...
From north, from east, from west...
"Be up!... Be dressed!..." I skid to ground
The flustered wolves scrap at the door
"Be gone with guards... by way around..."
She picks a sword with not a sound...
Nears thunder, gale, uproar...
"With you I stay, if this be day..."
What fire burns inside her eye,
That flicker leaping wild, astray?...
"Sweet woman..." says I... "Hush... obey..."
So hard, so tough, so shy...
I burst the door to forest's path,
The guards impassive, sword in hand,
My wolves run yapping drooling wrath
With eyes akin a blood thick bath
Wait word, behest, command...
A sea of flames crawling this way
The din breeds thunder, thunders soar
The clamor swallows moonlight's sway
As arrows night's dispassion flay
With hail, with swarm, with roar...
"Behind your guards!... Behind their shield!..."
She slips inside the human cave
No way that who of them will yield
The way of arrows tightly sealed
Come tide, come flood, come wave...
The torrent nears of voices rough
Of beating spurs in bleeding sides
Of bodies dressing shiny buff
And waving metal sharp and tough
It pours, it nears, it slides...
One hundred feet... the lancers rush
I see the glint in grisly face
The moment comes and spikes will crush
A razing wall sharp iron lush
And ax, and maul, and mace...
"Forgive me mother, now again..."
I pick the wand... I split the sky,
I split the earth to yonder reign
Asleep behind the curse of bane,
I yell, I call, I cry...
The gates to hell fall open wide
The gates to fields awake in bliss
To worlds beyond of human stride
Where ice and storm with suns collide,
To dark, to light, abyss...
The horses bolt... a mass of grey
Infests with ripping fangs the ranks
And screams and groans and growls of prey
As from the sky winged horns at slay
Cut front and back and flanks...
Sharp arrows whisper death in wake
Through bone and flesh red muzzles shear
As flying hooves through armor break
Invades the field a crimson lake
Of blood, of grief, of tear...
My pain insane, the slaughter wild...
"My love, mount Lilac!..." "Not alone..."
She grips my hand... oh... as she smiled
Amid of slaying still a child
Through fright, through dare, through moan...
My eye sparks sharp, I take her hand
And mount the flapping giant beast
The wings beat up from warring land
She turns... her lips on mine leave brand,
The quiet, silence, mist...
A bow strains tight with master art
A cord escapes a jeweled glove
And as my lips from hers depart
An arrow rips a triple heart
My horse, my chest, my love...
A king kneels down and curls to sleep
As gates to worlds begin to close,
Upon a hill thick forest deep
Wild flowers share clear dew and weep,
Sweet lilac, daisy, rose...
I do remember dreams in green,
And traces red, a sliding aisle...
I close my eyes, now I'm unseen,
I wonder where these dreams have been
Your sigh, your laugh, your smile...
I lie awake... when did you glide
Inside my mind to take my sight?
The bird has turned a blushing bride
Forever wishing at my side
For song, for rhyme, for write...