Posts Tagged ‘Legend’
Mortality or the Slipping of a Mind
Not
A rosy
sunset
Warm
Explosive
Bright
Beauty
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.
Calibur
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.
Viviane
Viviane
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
