Le Conte d' Arthur

For like a moonbeam straight and sure
across the thundering tide
Like the lightning quick and fierce
did the Gallant ride
To wed the maid upon the morrow
to take her for his bride
To marry Lady Guenevere
did King Arthur ride

For like all love there burned a love
a love that's not to be
For this love was of unfaithfulness
and soon to hang by tree
For Arthur could not save his love
this maid without a thought
For she loved, and only loved
the traitor Lancelot

Arthur could not fight this sin
nor raise a loving arm
For by this love, this epic love
his kingdom came to harm
Yes by this love, this bastard love
this love seen by the stars
The kingdom crumbled rock and stone
by love and iron bars

Though Lancelot rode to save his love
and Arthur prayed success
The villain Mordred marched to war
for Arthur he would best
He now held Arthur's kingdom
within his iron hand
And though he waited for Lancelot
the King would make a stand

"Pray tell don't go," his servants cried
"for you will ride to doom
Lancelot comes with surest stride
he rides to seek his boon"
But Arthur cried,"Nay nay I'll go
tis I that calls the shots
Mordred will by my hand fall
mine not Lancelot's"

King Arthur rode to fight that day
all gold and fiery flame
Mordred would on that day pay
like plague and wind he came
His flags were decked with bones and gore
a truly grisled art
He set out that day to become lore
But Arthur stabbed his heart

But Mordred's evil could not be stopped
his plan was not yet through
He lashed out with one frantic chop
and gave King his mortal wound
Though Mordred was now dead
Arthur was soon to die
And all because of fullest head
and hurt and vengeful pride

The King dripped precious rubies
Arthur was soon to go
The Civil King was fading fast
struck down by final blow
Excalibur was thrown into the water
for there was much at stake
And from it's glittering depths emerged
the Lady of the Lake

The King stepped into her waiting arms
and her maidens lay him down
A bed of clouds was were he sat
his blanket was her gown
The Lady escorted him into the mist
upon a raft of gold
The story traveled far and wide
and was forever told

Some say the King, he didn't die
and lives forever on
Some say he faded quick away
and is forever gone
The sad Kings life was filled with wrong
though he was filled with right
His tale still echoes like a song
though the eternal night

Double Double

Witches and Goblins from last Halloween
Awaken the dark and forever be seen
Come forth out of shadow come forth out of night
Come forth and aid us in our perilous plight
Those who fear the haunt and fear the fear
Shall be grabbed, and captured, and disappear
For this night is a night not for the faint hearted
As we're drawn ever near by the dearly departed

:~O~:

While the hinges creak and the candles flicker
The air around us slowly gets thicker
Then a voice calls forth from the unknown
From a ghostly library full of old tomes
And the cobwebs they breathe
With the ghosts that they sheathe
And the room gets smaller
As the pictures get taller
It's the night of all nights
It's the night of all frights
And the wolves won't cease to howl with delight
On this night of Halloween

Johanna

Even when you leave
Your lips, they linger on mine
I feel your skin against mine
your hand imprinted on my shoulder
your perfume hangs in the air
Then the sun sets
The taste of your lips turns sour
the warmth is gone
instead of comfort, my stomach knots
i cannot find you
A boulder has dropped between us
and no shoving will move it
I call your name, but you can't hear
My body shivers, I feel fear
Words may move this obstruction
but you cannot talk to a rock
So I am left pounding the ground
and wondering what might have been.

Nyx

I sit alone in the darkness, silence surrounds me. I wait for something, but don't know what. The peace closes in, I cannot breathe. I begin to drown, then she saves me.
Fate pulls me into her warm embrace. Security and prosperity. She shows me the road, and bids me to follow it. As I begin to walk, she walks with me. The stars ignite to light our way. I see in the distance, shining in the moonlight, three pedestals of purest marble . We reach them and she bid me to choose. "I cannot," I say, but she smiles and says, "It is your decision to make." On one stands a chest of never-ending treasure, on the second stands a king's staff, and on the last stands the book of wisdom. My mind is in a frenzy as I try to decide. I turn around, but fate is no longer there. Instead stand the wyrd sisters who stare at me. "Power," says one, "Riches," says another, and the third whispers, "Wisdom." Their words repeated and echoed through my mind as I stand rooted to the spot. One or the other or the third? And I remain standing at those marble pedestals in the moonlight.

Shall Be Lifted - Nevermore

"Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me;
the carriage held but just ourselves, and Immortality." - Emily Dickinson (1830–86)

Death holds true for us all. It is the debt that all men pay. It is the second most fear in our United States. The average US citizen know nothing of Death. Death comes as swiftly as a car, a bullet, a falling tree. Death whispers in our ears as we lie in darkness. In Vietnam, Death waited around every tree. Now it waits in every war torn village. Sometimes we know Death is coming and we fear it more. Sometimes Death takes us quickly, leaving others to mourn our passage.

Don't fear Death. He is not a worker of the Devil. Fear the Lord our God for he has earned our fear and admiration. Do not fear the dead, fear the living for they can make you hurt. Do not mourn the dead with the Lord, mourn those who could not find their way before they passed. Do not curse those who couldn't find their way, curse those that didn't help them see.

For Death comes in a chariot to carry us to heaven. "For Death came knocking on the sinners door but he was not ready; he came knocking on the liars door and he was not ready; and he came knocking on the Christian's door, and he was the only one who was ready." Death is the only thing we can be sure of in this life. We must be ready for him.

When the Twilight Comes

Silence. The wind sweeps over my face as I ponder choices. Many choices, each whirling in a galaxy of their own consequences. If I choose to pluck one from the sky it may lead to enlightenment, or to destruction. As I float in this void, the choices whirl past my face. Some are moving too fast and I miss them. I silently curse myself when I miss these opportunities. Suddenly, through the inky darkness of this space, a light shines. It forms into an ever moving mass that hurls through my chest. I breathe in the sweet smell of this light and I ponder my position. I have power that I didn't have before, respect no one had thrown my way until now. In my family of friends I am looked up to. I am brother to some and big brother to others. As the power shifts and I move up, I cannot be looked down upon. I am in a position of influence. The choices stand thus, what do I do with my power?

Why Am I?

I replace my letterz
that iz the clue
my actual name
iz not what I uze
I have many namez
I have a lot of pride
a name I am proud of
I can no longer hide
Is one of a barber
I'm Zweeney inzide.