Poetry Volume #2

[Knight]

Daybreak

 

I was walking through the woods on a quiet day,

While looking about, I'd strayed off my way,

I found that I'd come across some new sight,

And walked on, stopped only by the night.

 

And as night fell, I did stop for a rest,

upon the top of some new hill, at its crest,

With a knowing smile, I gazed out into the night,

Silently thinking of the return of the light.

 

And as light came, I stayed where I was,

Entranced by its return, as it often does,

to return whence I came would forsake all I'd found,

And take me from all the new chances abound.

 

Yet I could not stay there, for it was time to move on,

Lest I find that I who had been would then be gone.

Still then I went on, and sought a new way,

And once again, went from Night to day.

[Knight]

The Nature of All Things

 

A tall pine tree withers away,

Locked in death throes on a quiet day,

It's armor of needles is all but gone,

This thing of Nature, her unwitting pawn.

 

She who harvests all good things,

Destroys old life, as new life she brings.

Such a wond'rous sight had by all,

Even as summer rolls into fall.

 

Yet fall changes, and winter comes soon,

And nothing remains of Nature's boon.

As it stands, all things must end;

All life withers, and the tall tree shall bend.

 

Though the end is nigh, and all is lost,

Life springs again, with little cost.

For life goes on, and on some more,

Until once again, nature closes the door.

[Knight]

And the darkness fell, once again,

It fell again, amongst the men,

destruction and sorrow it now sends,

those things which only time mends.

 

To fight the darkness one must be true,

Those who are true are often few,

Yet they fight on for what is good,

More often than most ever could.

 

They fight on with all their might,

With all their might, they fight into the night.

Beating sorrow, and ending pain,

They act as darkness's bane.

 

Yet those who endeavour against the black,

Face the black on a long and lonely track.

Still though, they pass on and on,

And their legacy shall still live after they are gone.

[Knight]

On a search, that grim day,

I had sought, lost my way,

Did not know, what would be,

Could not find, could not see.

 

I would wait, on and on,

It grew late; all was gone.

I had found, what was lost,

Could not see, what it cost.

 

Did not care, how it felt.

Lost it all, save for guilt.

Could not see, what I'd sought.

Ev'ry thing, I'd forgot.

 

I'd move on, lost in dark,

far too hurt, to embark,

from this place, this dark hole,

far away, from my soul.

[Knight]

Once I took a stroll in a world full of hate,

I saw many unsettling things on that long walk,

Things that spoke ill of our fate,

And as I rose to leave, for it grew late,

Death invited me for a talk.

 

And there I stood, talking to Death about a good many things.

Of the pain and suffering of men, we discussed long,

Hardships and woe, and the pain each brings,

of old dreams shattered, as old hurt stings,

and a smile grew in old Death's face, and he enjoyed the wrong.

 

For he, the one who brings all life to an end,

enjoys the misery tht he sows,

A he musters all the hate he can send,

to the land of life, and the life it shall rend,

making Death most eager of foes.

[Sorciere]

More really good work, I like your style a lot, it really appeals to me. Look forward to reading more!

[Peredhil]

Rah! Welcome back!