Tuesday, October 20, 2009
World of Shadows
He lifts the lantern high above his head
Lighting the cobbled stone road
His face in shadows
Eyes gleaming with an inner light
Pretty…pretty, he says
I look to him with plain wonder
Confusion painted across my features
Pretty, I ask
Look around you…this world it shines
He spreads his fingers, hand held out
With a wide sweep of his arm he bows
Welcome to the Shadows, M’Lady
Tis the world from which you’re born
But then you’ve always known
Have you not?
Gleaming eyes flick up to me
A smirk playing on his red lips
Yes…always, my voice ethereal
I look to see him at last
Beyond the darkness that hides him
Through those eyes of shining light
And there he stands waiting
Smiling broadly, knowingly
I remember, my mind becomes clear
Whispered words float past my lips
I am home at last
Yes M’Lady…at long last
His hand remains held out to me
A smirk plays across my red lips
I take a single step to close the gap
My fingers meet his
Interlacing and clasping tightly
My eyes had dulled outside the Shadows
Filling with an inner light
Once more they find their gleam
My voice comes strong and confident
Have you kept the Hearth warm, my friend
That I have M’Lady, as requested.
Labels:
first person,
Immortals,
memory,
past life,
poetry,
Reincarnation
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