(Excerpt from “The Dreadnaught”)
We are all harnessed to the sun
Strapp’d to fate’s elliptical orbit
Held by a captor so immense, so torrid,
That we’re flung to each moment,
Delightful or horrid.
Little slack has the harness of fate
Every ripple of change becomes, by its motion,
A billow in Fate’s turbulent ocean
Like Philosophies created by idle notions.
Often wishes pervade the air
For reversal and for altered direction
Of our destined path, for a predilection
But this would cause a dark inflection.
Time the embroiderer weaves our thread
In inimitable pattern till the fabric is done
(As poignant as love, yet lethal as a gun)
Let us not unravel a single one
For surely it is better being harnessed to the sun.
Categories:
dreadnaught, dark, destiny, freedom, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Mainstay of madness
Ebon hearted gravity
Temporal maelstrom
Anthropomorphic
Planetary energy
HEART of world TERAH
Yawning Void Dreadnaught
Superluminal warship
Infernal machine
Carbon based life form
Ancient beyond reckoning
Learned the ways of peace
Categories:
dreadnaught, earth, future, magic, mythology,
Form: Acrostic
My instincts say, evolve,
My instincts say, resolve,
They whisper in my genes
Keep moving, there because
Question everything, they say
I think that’s what I hear
Reproduce, your coded self
All that you hold dear
Me that’s just another way
Differentiate my quest
Dreadnaught or an open hand
Conscientiousness at best
Mark these words
To comfort
Belay a story told
Who would doubt their impulse?
Who would be so bold?
©dbyrne march 2013
Categories:
dreadnaught, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Defy the dreadnaught darkness
that repels Gods' given light.
Beware the banshee blackness
dour damnation shrieks delight.
Leather wings and padded paws
phantom forms of ferine fright,
searing eyes and hunters' maws
drive intrepid hearts to flight.
From the boiling brimstone bile,
condemned corpses rise as one.
Pockmarked faces nod and smile
for the noxious night has won.
Defy the dreadnaught darkness
let the serpents' sons be bred.
Beware the banshee blackness
as the worms caress the dead.
Perverse pits where evil pours
scorched blood and liquid lead.
Demons crack forbidden doors
so our shivers might be fed.
Defy the dreadnaught darkness
where the rancid reptiles dwell.
Beware the banshee blackness
where one mis-step broaches Hell.
Categories:
dreadnaught, allegory, fantasy, imagination, places
Form: Rhyme