Thursday, October 1, 2015

As September Ends by Lucy Martins and Flowetic Justice

The forthcoming of fall is upon us As autumn winds, commence anew Spellbound, gazing at the harvest moon A revelation that awakens the essence

I now yearn for the cold, long nights As the darkness is a port, my haven Becoming one with the elements In the coming fury of the tempests
The raging – untamed force of nature As the winds howl, placating my soul A heart undone, becoming whole anew Beckons to heal, even for a brief moment Within the deafening roar of the storm

May there be a season of awaiting sorrow As the leaves fall, kindred to falling tears Silenced is the voice; words remain unheard An eerie feeling consumes, yet fascinates The calling felt deeply within the core

I see the light in this darkness, the path Yet, I stray far away from these rays The dark grey skies that now befall Are kindred to the minds-eye ,befitting  All that which now resides, in this heart

Be there a time, as I so longed for the sun Those days, now lost in a different space An era that once was, but now gone astray A creature of the night I am, a dark nymph One that cannot be caged, nor constrained

Listen; listen ever so closely to the melody As the moon begins to sing a sweet lullaby So serene, bewitching the senses timelessly Do NOT speak of the warmth of the sun A nymph of the night I am – captivated

In cover of shadows do I dwell, eternally As the season comes and goes –reflecting A heart that bleeds with no sign of stopping Pressing the pen unto page – without end

Yes my beloved, my moon, my sweet muse I have loved you since the beginning of time Fallen mesmerized within the magnitude, Of your enigmatic nature –bewildered As the radiance completes my dark heart

I roam beneath the silvery moonlit paths Dancing and swirling amongst the stars As new found life pulsates in these veins In the anticipation of your sweet release

- Lucy
I cast the shadows of my fever upon her encased in the  breath of the autumn breeze. I have watched her roam in her loneliness from a far, betwixt the many minions of my only companions, the shimmer of those infinite stars. , yearning for her in the lifetime of my suspended longing.

She used to trot hot with the fools who  fought their fever in the solar gaze, those who only knew the imperfect rapture of the morning rise, and not the sweet darkened dominion held in the end of days. I waited so patiently for her to stray as she shunned the fondness of the lunar mass.

My path to her was an arduous one and I knew my journey would not  be short in length  but she was different from all the others I had seen and I was captivated  each night by the subtle beauty of her vision. The heart of the ancient awoken slowly overtime in its hardened thump each time I became the target of her eyes. .

I am commander the demons of the darkness, I am the puppeteer of  the shadows that cling long as they sign their names on infinite walls, and I am the architect that manipulates each strand of silver that descends in the depths  of  the night. Yet she was my infinite detraction and soon became the focus of my eternal intent.

The leaves began their death dance upon the withering limbs of the trees of man and season changed to that of the sinful and dammed, for such is the cycle of each earthly year. I could hear the painful pour of her tears as she was enveloped in the sweet sorrow of the summers lost. Aye, ‘tis the time of the coming frost where I become ruler of the fallen dawn and the emperor of the malevolent eve.
In that September so sublime I knew that she would be mine, for she came to with extended hand so fair. I held her there.  in the silence of my sequestered realm, as we lay swinging wide in the waiting cradle of doom. We bonded in the lap of a centuries storm for it had been forewarned that the day would come when I would have my bride.

The ravens caw in their approval , the wolves howl from mountain high, the bats ride the currents of the air, and the creatures of the night rejoice. Her voice called to me in my woven solitude and now here she has unburdened me from the shackles of my simplistic resolve and blessed me with the thorny crown of the light that drowns for I became her white prince of her black eclipse the moment my name fell from her lips.

We gather our wool for the ensuing winter when she will dance beneath me on the seas of frigid ice as I send the spot of my illumination down upon her and watch her twirl beneath my kingdom of the endless pitch. The season of my sweet wicked witch, for we have  both succumbed to the deviance of each other’s spell. What stories we shall tell as become intertwined in the hungers of the tundra’s frozen boon.  

She is my ascending descending angel that flew to my side from the soils of the planet that spins at my feet. My queen of  tortured elegance, the twisted sister to the sirens of the sea that call the ships to their ends, the first to let me enter her depths  and wipe away the fetid waters that had been wept and the inglorious pain brought to her by hands of men. Let me leave my sanctioned mark upon her waiting skin as I become the envy of the elders of time and lord of my celestial kin.

In time we shall become the legendary sum of  the opaque one, filling the hole of the halved as is becomes the mold of whole. She the navigator of my revolutions  and I the slated gate keeper the prison of her precious soul. For such are the melodious played by those who hear the thunder of their forgotten fruition  and the call of their forbidden lust, the resolution that join us in the only glorious pact that we shall ever trust, in the seas of the seasons when the days turn cold.

This is how it begins, when the flames burn in the ties that bind and the chords that forever burn, the wheels that secretly turn, as September ends.

- Justice

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