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  1. The Lovers

    by , 11-02-2006 at 05:41 PM (Ramblings from the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia)

    Darkness is a lady that dances with Light,
    A gentleman, he, proud and noble.
    The shapes they create with their intertwining bodies
    Cause the mind to grow giddy with disbelief.
    And the eyes ask themselves if they really saw
    The things the mind says simply cannot exist.

    No finer dancers in the Universe exist,
    Weaving a pattern unmatched, Miss Darkness and Mr. Light.
    The Earth is their stage, their dance familiar ...
  2. She..

    She Wept, She cried…

    She felt impure…

    A wound inflicted…

    It had no cure…

    She knew not what to,

    Say or do…

    She could not start

    Her life anew…

    She said all through

    Her helpless cries

    No hope left…

    In her tearless eyes…

    She felt as if she’d,

    Lost the race…

    Fear and sadness,
  3. Great Celebration

    It is time for a great celebration!
    Inside the grand hall
    the illustrious ball is in full-fledged effect,
    as eminent ladies dressed in fishnet
    bow and pass beneath the alabaster arches.

    The noble assembly all coupled en masse
    dance and sway to lovelorn serenades
    and gay-stride minuets.

    Ma Cher,
    Ma Cherie,
    Where is thy silhouette?
    Across the checkered squares
    we met, locked in a gaze
    of mutual ...
  4. When Death Lays Low

    It’s hot as hell, but hotter still
    the fiery sun and scorching sand
    that beat and blaze above and below
    to burn the backs of better men,
    of men laid low in steely Iraq
    or unsung heroes West of Tehran.

    The bursting flames of combative battlefields
    make cowards brave and gods of men,
    and fleeting bullets through blood-sullied hills
    sing of nations saved or ideas defended
    through graveyards paved with epithets
    of ...
  5. Of Elves and Vampires, A Requiem


    In ancient times, in an ancient city
    set upon a hill aside the darkened sea
    resided a youth, more delicate and pretty
    than any maid or woman be.

    Fairer than the sun, whose envious eyes
    cast glances through gilded shrubbery,
    but naïve in thought, he longed for battle
    to meet his enemy.

    Though born from man was no man who bore him,
    but Beauty from Love’s hard labored night,
    admist her ...