The WandererOnce I trusted in your words,
Once I sheltered in your arms
I believed in your world,
-you protected me from all harm.
You said that youd be here for me,
We knew it was not true,
I was not your only life,
But I still believed in you.
They were not lies you spoke,
Your heart was true to tale,
Life simply lead you astray,
You did not mean to fail.
I do not love you any less,
My heart will not yet fade,
And yet still, pain I feel,
Pain that you have made.
You cannot see what you have done,
Nor do I feel inclined to tell
For you have a life that you must face,
And I pray you face it well.
I will still be here for you
When you heart misses its reply,
Until then Ill watch you wander
And die a little inside.
The Immortal FireImmortals can not be bound in love
to those of a lesser substance, you see,
for waste away will they- the fey-
until they cease to be.
An immortal loves with a fire bright
illuminating as the very day.
The act must be mirrored by their love
or they will surely waste away.
For the flame that burns within the heart
must be exchanged, not taken.
It will surely drain an immortal heart dry
before the mortal will awaken.
Unfaltering, boundless, eternal love
many mortals claim to posess
but when they capture an immortal heart,
the only result is distress.
On the edge of death sit I, pale as the dove.
I pay the price for my mistake- I gave a mortal love.
How she standsBedecked in guilded glory
Eyes like the fire that fractures
Piercing shafts from the sky
Caught and held by silver skin
Only to be tossed afar
Thrown to all who look upon her.
A Joan by any other name
still sees the raging
that becomes the waging
for a cause that is not your own.
See the Valkyrie atop her mount
see how her tears no longer fall
how her banner graces the sky
heartening, hope to the hopeless.
She watches the Washer sing.
Cascade of darkness, veiling,
She is crowned with gossamer.
Skin of alabaster and ice
Heart of fire that should consume
And yet she remains.
She is the immortal image.
She is the Valkyrie.
Sweet ladyAh, my sweet lady, how beautiful you look tonight.
Bathed in the soft splendour, veiled in pale moonlight.
Dancing through my mind, stepping light as air,
I see your graceful footsteps, feel your silken hair.
Clad in robes of gossamer, circlet of pure gold,
Beauteous delight, my Sylph, how I wish to hold
You close enough to feel your heartbeat strong.
I wish to have you near me where you so belong.
I look to the dark night, search both sea and land,
For your hand, how our wedding would be grand.
A hundred thousand guests to graciously behold
Could not find the measure of love for you I hold.
Shrouded in the dark of night, ner to breathe again,
Like you, my heart is dead, nevermore to feel pain.
Perpetua 2Youre my first thought at dawn
And my last as sleep claims me again
Youre my breath, my heartbeat
My every wish and the end to all pain.
Youre the deep mystery of twilight
And the smell of summer rain.
Youre the first star of morning
Come to watch my world again.
Youre my music, my rapture
My bliss, my phantom in the night.
Come whisper your soft words
Stay with me until first light.
Hold me close and share my soul
Your heartbeat is my lullaby.
Watch over me forevermore
And we shall never die.
Reborn once more into the light
No longer part of mans plight.
NightshadeLast bastion of hope
Swept away by willing tides
Heart beats synchronise
Granting more freedom than love abides
Honeyed breath and whispered word
Far from my respite
Predator and prey I bask
In the midst of dark delight
See the soul through clouded eyes
That now are all but blind
I have lost myself amidst the crowd
And I fear what I shall find
Ivory towerHigh is the spire of the Ivory tower
How my mind trespassed, hour after hour
Past the great cast iron gates, along the stones
To where I know my thoughts are not alone.
Stones that crumble under night's touch
To reform once more, I know this much
Cast of dreams, morter of lies
Yet still ensnaring hearts and eyes.
How many were told the tale of old,
How the virginal captive, a sight to behold
Waits for her lover, heart of gold
In such a tower as this?
The tower I saw was not of this kind
No garden of roses beneath did I find.
The thorns were brittle, the garden now dead
And children still suckled on dreams in their head.
They vanish one by one, beyond the Tower's walls
Children, dreamers, young-at-heart, those yet to fall.
Fueled and driven by archaic written lies
Never to be seen again by our waking eyes.
Now they are the dream, immortal as the skies
For while the tale is told, the Ivory tower never dies.