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Mortality or the Slipping of a Mind

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A            rosy






Winking against

The immortal sun and the declining moon.

You are a king of the ages, and I know that

And knew that long

Before    my   virtue

Was       tested      in

Regards     to     You

I would be punished

For my   love   of you.

Now, my immortal king, I writhe in agony because I do not

Know when I will encounter you again. Is my      heart    like

A stone that you will rip your trophy from

And then leave me to grow vines of atrophy,

Callousness,  shame,   and  reviling? Are you

Simply going to toss me aside when I’m needed

No more? Should I even be thinking these thoughts

About your noble, perfect self? Maybe the water is starting to rot my

Brain, and I will become senile and old while you will never wilt, never

Be anything but Arthur, the bearer of the only sword I shall ever touch, caress, and enfold.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

September 30, 2011 at 6:02 pm


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Edward Burne-Jones [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

A sword of many

Names. Buried

Deep within History

And this sheath of

Unsullied flesh.


Within a Lake of

Death and Time

Waiting on a

Unifier to come

And Summon it and me, again.


Wise men and Magus

Have spoken of your

Ascendance from birth

Brought by Other to a

Church stationed stone.


Pulled deep from the

Womb of rock, you

Ruled using might,

Magic, and Mirth.

Shown to all.


Yet, by a son Your

Kingdom and crown were

Broken and defamed but

Though your body was

Distressed, your soul survived.


You wait, I wait, and the

Land of Brittany waits for

Your return, but we only

Hear whispers from that

Mystic isle of healing slumber.


Maybe the fae still

Sing your lullaby and

I am too far removed to

Listen to Mab, the Weird

Sisters and all.


Perhaps, it is just I

Woken from dreaming to

Suffer and writhe, a

Paralyzed Observer to the plagued

Malice of a suffering world.


Perhaps, I am punished in a

Waking nightmare, where I will

Wait and wait and wait until

You come to claim your glided Prize,

Lady, and undying Fame.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

September 28, 2011 at 10:06 pm


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 I rise an apparition

From the cold mist of the Lake

For centuries, I have been confined

In the Inky, stagnant water

The limestone feels warm

Beneath my feet…Ah! To feel…

Yet, day has not yet come

To crack the carapace of night

But who has summoned me?

I meander into the forest.

The spruce raise their limbs

Evangelizing to this heathen goddess

I follow your voice

To serve my ancient purpose

The golden ingot begins to rise slowly

Yet, I cannot be placated until…

I must find you

And let you inherit

The effigy that begins to crumble now

But still gleams in my jaundiced hands.

Come let me wrangle you unto myself

I gill give you all and grovel at your feet

Risk all for me, do not be obscene

Do not send me back to the depths

If you should condemn me,

 You will mash this flower.

Let me be your Lady.

The Eternal King I have forgotten

Written by uncannynerdyguy

January 22, 2010 at 2:02 am