My Best Friend

Standing...

Sword drawn, low & ready a world away

Idecisive thoughts make a quivering hand

Tears tremble at the sweet anticipation of the strike

Unexpected foresight raises the blade

I watch in paralyzing awe, inable to im-brace

That dagger of death that will seal my fortune

The slow thrust pierces deeply into my soul

Sorry runs thick as blood

Anguish bellows to the heavens

Falling silent, tis not I I hear

The voice of my dispatcher deafens my ear

Passed my lips, as I meet my end

"What an honor to be slain by you"

My best friend

the waiter

Emotions fall torn like a storm battered armada against the rocky cliffs of a deserted isle. No one to bare witness, no one to mourn, no one to lay this soul to rest...

forgotten.

Listed amongst the lost, not living or proven dead, forever ambiguous, pondered on, then...

forgotten.

For what forelorned and cold sworn vow provokes, to launch my ship to foreign shores? Only to be remiss, rend asunder in fog along the way, and...

forgotten.

Lay awake in my murky grave, remember one who'll sing my song and praise. In her steadfast years and lonely tears I will never be...

forgotten.

Lush Green

Mademoiselle begins her days of daze

My Belle rings beyond my gaze

Betrothment sits on bier and waits

Betwixt brimstone ash & pearly gates

Wail to Wales my voice doth reach

With firey passion she learns to teach

Tell our tale of true love spoken

Two apart with hearts unbroken

A Phoenix Sunrise

     Many a long year I was content in my discontent. Better off  alone then to burden another with my misfortune. To fully understand my plight would require us to delve the depths of time back to when my curse began. Of course, that would only be the end of an even longer story.

     Where I'll pick up is the day she walked into my life. Literally!  For years I'd been consumed in my own affairs, oblivious to the world in my self imposed exile. Then one late summer day, a knock at the door. When it opened my entire world would change.

     She came in the form of a slender, golden maned elf. Emerald eyed. Cool as a sea breeze and confident as you please. Posture perfect with the grace and stride of a cat. The scent of honeysuckle lingered in her wake. This is how she presented herself to the world.

     Instantly intrigued. I tried not to stare as I watched her. All of a sudden my curse became a charm. Her heart's pounding. I hear the broken pieces jingle in her chest. Her legs quiver like a new born  fawn .She hides it well enough. I'm the only one who'd notice.

     Her aura slumped around her like like a drab, tattered cloak, trailing out behind her heels. Most oftenthese are ominous signs of the weak. Except for one oddity. She still shines as brightly as a polished gem in the rays of  the sun. She has come from a long fought battle! Now I seeher weariness not as frailty but a monument to her strength of character. It's been so long since I've seen any of her kind. Do I trust my dulled senses and believe? I hope she'll stay a while. I have to get to know her.

to be continued.....

A Phoenix Sunrise

Part Two.

     I lived in a dreg. A shared house with few rooms and a common area for lounging and cooking. This dreg was isolated from the near by city of Sac du Mento by a river and surrounded by farmland.

     She'd come about a room. When her negotiations with the land lord were complete, she took the room next to mine. Our first conversation was polite as it was brief. Salutations and introductons. I offered her advice on the best markets and roads to take as the land was interlaced with decieving roads that led nowhere. As it would turn out, she would be the one to show me the way.I left her to arrange her things. she left me to wonder. Was she, could she be who I hoped? Every part of me urged to ask the questions that would give me my answer. These were not the kind of questions one asks upon first meeting however. If it is her, would she even remember so quickly? If not the poor lass would surely think me mad. Perhaps I am.  Perhaps "she" was not a long added memory. Perhaps I dreamt the whole affair.

     Our next meeting was two days later. I returned home from my work in the city as a tradesmen for a local buider. A few friends from Sac du Mento had come to help her move the remainder of her things. They were on the way out as I was going in. After they had left, she came into the kitchen to find me preparing a light snack of bread and cheese. She was in good spirits. Her aura pulled tight and tall around her. As she sat and said hello her smile lit the room and I basked in its warmth. " do you enjoy ale good sir?" she asked. A strange question I thought. First because most lasses wouldn't touch the stuff. Preferring wine or sweet liquors. Second second because I had been craving it my whole long trek home. "Yes I do" I said with a smile. "Guinness?" she quarried in a semi-serious tone. Im awestruck as I grin uncontrollably from ear to ear. For as rare a maiden is that partakes in man's ale, never had I heard a story told of a lass that prefers the dark, bitter-sweet toasted essence of my beloved guinness. "Be right back" I proclaim as I turn and sonter down the hall to my room with new found spring in my step. On my return I hold up for display the back of my old riding tunic. Embroidered upon the back is the makers mark of this most esteemed and rarest of ales. She allows herself a laugh. Mostly from the sheer coinsidence. Also because the realization that I am a lone rider. A nomad, just like her.

     Choosing not to ride with a clan or under a band, lone riders often wore colours of thier own design. "May I ride with you to get some?" "Great idea" I say. We saddle up my black mare Kawi and rode fast. she sat back on the double saddle riding loosly. Id hoped she would be fearful of falling and hold me tight.

     After returning from market, guinness in hand. Speaking of nothing of particular importance.Our conversation flowed effortlessly. Subject to subject. Pint to pint. Hour to hour. Time and prudence had slipped us by. Unaware of the hour until the short stretch of pre dawn light broke the darkness in the window. So comfortable were we in our new found friendship. I had forgotten to ask what I waited so long find. Oddly, After all my long years of restless pondering, it didn't seem to matter right now.She was staying. There would be other conversations.Besides, I've begun to like wondering about her. I no longer wanted to know right away. If she is't who I think she was still a kindred spirit.To me that was worth more than gold.

  To be continued.....