The Chronicles of Uriel and Lilith; a poem

The moonlight shines upon her hair

the eyes of all the damned did stare

enchanted by her beauty fair

each step she took she must beware.

They called to her on every breeze

they watched her from amongst the trees

they longed for her on bended knees

her love could free them from their disease.

For her they fought both day and night

to pursue her affections within plain sight

the victor who won would be given the right

to claim for himself her healing light.

But alas, her soul flew like a dove

her heart she gave to an angel from above

in return, to her he vowed his love

to which the damned swore they’d rid of.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Green Man + Haiku

An awesome song, from one of my favorite bands. The lyrics are hauntingly beautiful, and I have added them below the video. I know this band may not be everyone’s cup of tea, indeed it is a minority….but I find they suit a secret part of me well, and their music is unique, speaking to me on an honest and human level. Actually, I have written a handful of poems while playing them in the background, if you can believe that.   If it’s not to your liking, cool. If it is, very good. But I think we all agree, the lyrical verse is quite stunning.

I also wrote a haiku, which was inspired by this song. Enjoy.

Haiku:

Standing at the precipice my eyes behold

sky shedding the cloak of twilight

as dawn’s first rays touch the horizon.

Spring won’t come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground
The evening mists that creep and crawl
Will drench in the dew and so drown
I’m the green man
The green man

Sol in prime sweet summertime
Cast shadows of doubt on my face
A midday sun, its caustic hues
Refracting within the still lake

Autumn in her flaming dress
Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves
My mistress of the frigid night
I worship pray to on my knees
Winter’s breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
I’m the green man

Winter’s breath of filthy snow
Befrosted paths to the unknown
Have my lips turned true purple
Life is coming to an end
So says me, me wiccan friend
Nature coming full circle
I’m the green man
The green man

GORGEOUS!