Category: Writers Block
Come, oh flower, to my waiting hand,
Held and spanned across that river gorge,
Eternity's forge branding sigils on my skin,
Lighting from within the flame of love's delight,
Spreading bright across a once darkened scape,
Ever draped about in the folds of history's weave.
Angel, cleave away those ancient scars of mine.
Cyclic design of some immortal wound through
Heart and soul to bind us into one being,
Ever seeing the pattern's great divide
Laid aside and joined by thread,
Sewn and fed through immortal wheel.
Ember's zeal kindled to undying blaze:
Alight by phrase but three words long.
Choir, sing the song newly born,
Hammered horn, call forth the notes resolute,
Ebony flute, bring to life the magic spell,
Liquid bell, define our joys with voices sharp,
String'd harp, let your beauty reflect our embrace,
Endless bass, be the sign of love's duration,
Artful oration, narrate the story of lives entwined.
Circle, bind us in your infinite wall:
Heaven's hall without start nor end.
Enchantment, bend the rules of life' conceived,
Last reprieve for lovers barred by distant miles:
Sorrow's trials shall bring us close in heart somehow,
Evading vow and oath wrought by pen of yesterday.
Angel, lay my warring heart to rest in yours.
Crimson shores about a sea of tears,
Heaven's sheers shall rend their link;
Endless brink of Sadness Plummet,
Lonesome Summit atop Mount Despair,
Swirling air suffused by song of Darkness Call:
End it all with the voicing of your name in grace.
Angel, replace my fear with the magic of your love.
Come, oh dove, to my waiting hand,
Held and spanned across that barren plain,
Erected against the rain of tears and blood,
Lifted above the flood of crushing doubt,
Sheltering out the taint of hurt before,
Eternal door to seal away the ghosts of haunted past.
Angel, at last, find you rest in loving arms.
Celestial charm, your voice be hewn,
Harvest moon, beneath be kindled passion's pyre,
Elegant lyre, to praise the beauty in your eyes,
Lightning flies, as our flesh melds into one,
Sultry sun, bright and hot as the love we make,
Emotions wake and given mortal flesh, you see.
Angel thee: Come lay with me in our lovers' bower.
Kai