Paths
of Destiny©
The
Original Works of "The Rose"
The
Dark Side©
Rebirth
By
dark of night, by dark of moon,
An
eerie silence befalls my room.
Shadows
fleeting on my walls,
Footsteps
echoing down my halls.
I
toss and turn in fitful sleep,
As
gloom descends, dark and deep.
A
nightmare frenzy of visions pass,
Amid
the crescendo of thunder's crash.
Visions
of spirits, not at rest,
From
north and south and east and west.
From
above and below, from all around,
Down
from the sky and up from the ground.
Lightning
strikes with a fiery blast,
Tortured
souls cry out from the past.
Screams
of terror, and cries of pain,
Demons
appear, then are gone again.
Stumbling
blindly, as in a fog,
Suddenly
mired, as in a bog.
Frantically
struggling to stay alive,
Fighting
fiercely to survive.
Trying
to recall a time that was sane,
Thoughts
are jumbled, all in vain.
To
but awaken from fiendish hell,
A
whirling dervish, inside a well.
As
swimming through a thick morass,
Of
evil things, a writhing mass,
Of
hissing serpents, and grasping hands,
Desperate
to live, defiant I stand.
Deafened
by the clamoring throng,
My
mind now clear, my resolve is strong.
As
skies recede, and seas grow calm,
The
air now thick with eerie balm.
I
suddenly awaken as from a dream,
In
realization, I start to scream.
I
know not how, or why, or where,
I
only know that I've been there.
Somewhere
on the other side,
Reborn,
never to have died...
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Rose 827981150am
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1998/2001 Virgil G. Richards
Forsaken
Whispers of moonlight dance on the ground
Shadows of midnight play all around
And the leaves overhead rustling unseen
Deafened by silence, senses careen
Touched by the breath from a summer breeze
Explosions of spores bring threat of a sneeze
Blinded by insight, premonition of fear
Quickening of pace for a presence is near
A presence unseen but felt on the skin
Unheard, a presence that is felt from within
Could it be conscience, or guilt, or despair?
To escape, hopeless effort, darting here and there
In submission kneeling, slumped to the ground
Restricted by morals, by shadows bound
A soul undeserving, salvation mourned
By actions condemned, society scorned
By demons unwanted and angels shunned
By God forsaken, for deeds that were done.
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2001 Virgil G. Richards
Transitions
As
dark night yields slowly to the rising sun
Reluctant
to relinquish it's shadowed hold
It's
nocturnal existence suspended by break of day
As
warm rays of light disperse chilling cold
And
those creatures who would use it's blackest heart
And
exploit it's cover so to seek their prey
Must
once again wait darkness fall for to hunt
So
to their burrows and thickets they hide away
And
yet morning light a different world does awaken
Carefree
yet vigilant the creatures of day appear
Venturing
forth into the light of new existence
Now
that the creatures of night breed no fear
Under
veil of birdsong they scurry and scuttle
Some
dutiful, some playful, some engage in romance
While
others hunt and gather food for their family
Some
build shelters while others dance
Yet
the denizens of darkness lurk ever so near
Their
fitful sleep burdened by instinctive vision
Awaiting
the coming of the darkness again
To
rejoin the hunt and complete their mission
As
day wears on into afternoon slumber
Creatures
of light nap in shadows of eve
And
prepare to retire to their havens of safety
Aware
of the dangers the end of day leaves
And
caught not will they be a far cry from their home
They
scant not sing or prance or play
Too
near the lair of a darkness breed
Lest
they be fodder at the close of day...
©
2002 Virgil G. Richards
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