Monday, November 2, 2009

I am not my fear

From gates of midnight gape
In a blackest drape
A blacker shape
Near the farthest dark
Beyond forbidden mark
Mourns an ancient scar
Beneath a brazen skin
Lives a shameful deed
Neither moves nor is still
A rock hardly seen
A wound now bleeds
Affection grew mean
Fixed in the despair eternal
Forced to crime infernal
Branded as an angel
Reason of bothered brows
His warmth of unspoken vows
I kneel down, head held low
A giant tear glimmering
Two hearts aching
Bravery disheartening
Gigantic sorrow and disdain
And then pain of your pain
Still breathing complains
Like a spell was broke
Fairy tale midnight stroke
Dreamy will provoked
Heart with a wild throb
Mind eager to probe
A laugh followed by a sob
Your trust in my hands, I save
Your determination and courage
Crushed a shape in blackest drape