Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Moonlight Shadow

Moonlight Shadow


Broken dreams
On purple flamed wings

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

Crosses and crescents
Knights and swords

In the mist of a weary mystical night
I saw her lying there, chest broken and bare
Picking her up, horse galloping away
We escaped the arrows and swords
She my sworn enemy lay half dead and splayed
My duty for not to tribes, but only to save
Slaved to the sword, this moment I escaped
Both bloodshed and grief
Freedom at last

In a hut in the forest
I dressed her wounds
I caressed her heart
Our eyes met over the firelight
I emptied myself into her
She, with lips so sweet
Drained the flood of tears and hate
From my very being
Shocked that love should strike me as an arrow
I held her, my first and only love
For three days and three nights
We whispered to each other foreign words
I touched her face and as she touched mine
In my arms she died
Softly and loved


I buried her
I buried my hate
I buried my sword
I buried my history

Celtic rumors
Burning bright

I, at peace
For the final flight

I held love within my arms
For that celestial moment in time

Now the final embrace
Wrinkled and old
I kiss deaths door
Knowing within
She is there to greet me

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Pandita Sietesantos May 1, 2016 at 6:58 PM This is the kind of amazingly beautiful poetry I wish I could write! You are the master, Arturo! I just love it! Hugs and a 7. Pandita

Cherl Dunn April 18, 2016 at 10:37 PM Dearest Arthur WOW I love this my dearest friend oh my god, it swept me off my feet unto a world of dark splendor, I'm completely captivated beyond the journey of words, I'm loving this master work of yours, brilliant a seven for graces dark perfection, I bow before your ink wells sword of magical vision, and am slain to your romantic battle field of romantic prowess, this is a seductive piece I'm truly spell bound, captured in the imagery of your inspiration, wow again, cheri d. Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:51 PM I an so touched but such a lovely complement Cherl, you know my thoughts are always with you these days!

Nette Onclaud April 18, 2016 at 2:54 PM how eternal is this chance to meet the one who is both a seeming foe and lover... you simply caught me deeply engaged in this radiant piece, arthur, ohh my!..huggs Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:50 PM Oh Nette, such nice sweet words please me so, thank you so much, knowing it resonated with just 1 other means so much! Hugs!

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2016 at 2:51 PM wow, what an amazing love story in this poem. Unusual and awesome. Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:49 PM I guess I should add, it was so nice of you to do that blog for him. Warms my heart to see such kindness! Hugs! Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM The poem or me? oh wait I know Timothy!!!!! :) kidding, thanks Andrea!

Harry Horsman April 18, 2016 at 10:58 AM Excellent poetry, a love story so different, Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:47 PM Thank you so much Harry! Long time no see, hope all is well with you!

Casarah Nance April 18, 2016 at 7:18 AM WOW!! I was expecting something dark and twisted, something dripping with what is to come... But this is wow, a love story that crosses barriers of language and time. Enchantingly beautiful! I am very impressed. Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:46 PM Oh dont worry, check the closet! :)

Jan Allison April 17, 2016 at 10:07 PM Would love to know what you were listening to - I wish to be inspired to write a gothic masterpiece like this!:-) hugs Jan xx7 Jan Allison April 17, 2016 at 10:32 PM Will drop by and listen to her - not that keen on the french bit lol:-) hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso April 17, 2016 at 10:30 PM Nolwenn Leroy, one of my favorite Celtic singers. She is actually from France, and sings in both languages!

Arthur Vaso April 17, 2016 at 8:25 PM And yes a wee touch of the Irish story telling inspired by a singer I fancy! Arthur Vaso April 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM Well, great just great, but whom?

Tim Smith April 17, 2016 at 8:12 PM Wow...I have torn meanings in my head...Is it about love, or hate, or death or all of the above...all I know it is great...a fav Arthur Vaso April 17, 2016 at 8:22 PM A love story, and again, having read your works I think I incorporated some of the style in here! The mix of romance and romantic along with my Gothic and dark all in one!