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Michael Pendragon Poem
Darkly glancing dragon eyes
Dancing pools of fiery light
Sparkling gems witched from the skies
Emerald, pearl, and ruby bright
Opal, sapphire, amethyst
Coyly blend their crystal beams
Diamond spheres by heaven kissed
Doorways to a thousand dreams
Wild -- undreampt since Ancient Time
When the dragon ruled the night
Words were Magick, Music, Rhyme
Bardic songs set hearts aflight
Man and Woman ruled as Kings
In that Golden Paradise
Soaring high on dragon wings
'Til the snow-white moon would rise
Gone -- Lost in Night's endless deeps
Yet its phantom-image lies
Where the waiting dragon sleeps
Deep within your dragon eyes.
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Prancing proud, the horses come
Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land
Marching to an unseen drum
Beaten by an unseen hand
First a snow white horse drew nigh
Whose rider held an ivory bow
He shot the stars from out the sky
And dealt the sun a fatal blow
Next appeared a horse of red
Its rider raised a scarlet sworde
'Come and see' the Four Beasts said
'Now Peace hath fled from all the world'
Third did come a coal black mare
Its rider carried scales of Gold
Famine struck the thoroughfare
And starveling sons their mothers sold
Last a pale horse did appear
Hell did follow in its wake
Tortured Souls, cold and austere
Nailed their brethren to the stake
Now the solemn church bells sound
Calling all to Midnight Mass
Now the dying gather round
Now the final hours pass
Endless years of toil and flood
Mark the ages from Christ's birth
'When wilt Thou avenge our blood
On them that dwell upon the earth?'
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O' where are the soldiers -- where can they be found?
The soldiers lie strewn 'crost the battle-scarred ground
O' thither, O' thither the gorecrow must fly
Wherever the bodies of dead men do lie
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-o
Tahr-rahrahra caigh-ay
Who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the sailors -- O' where can they be?
The sailors lie floatin', face down, i' the sea
Away thro' the tempest the gorecrow must speed
Before the cruel ocean recovers her deed
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
And where are the ladies -- O' where do they lie?
In the kitchen or pantry, the wheatfields or rye?
Tis nae matter, for whither Love's maidens lie -- lo!
Tis thither, O' thither the gorecrow must go
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
And who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
O' where are the children -- the children who've died?
Hid fast in their cradle, by their mother's side
O' hasten then gorecrow -- O' hasten thee there!
For the flesh of Love's babes is a pleasure most rare
Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?
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Love is a spirit of all compact fire – William Shakespeare
Love walks on faery footsteps
In the garden of my soul
With long, red hair that falls in wild folds
About a face of undefiled beauty
Wherein two orbéd cat’s eyes, loving, reign
-- Twin meteors with pow’r to bless or burn
Stol’n from the opal’d moonbeams of Night’s ceil –
And all the flames thrown forth from myriad stars
Ignite my muslin heart with deathless fire
Unquenchable, save in the fiercer glow
When living spirits meet in Love’s embrace.
Love sings in faery whispers
Of the splendor of your touch
When flesh meets flesh in tender union sweet
And strews the treasures of a thousand flow’rs
Whose gentle odors weave their mystic spell
About my bounden senses -- lost in you
As ev’ry blossom breathes anew your name.
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The Shadows rise, the Sun hath set
The Stars burn pale and cold
The Evening mist hangs damp and wet
And I am growing old
Beneath the Autumn Moon I spy
The leaves of burnished gold
That mould'ring on the ground do lie
And I am growing old
Here in the fading light I see
Time's hoary tale unfold
For Death will soon be here for me
And I am growing old
The Autumn Wind blows damp and wet
And chills the fingers round my heart
I die with only one regret
My Love and I must part
I fear the Night, so cold and wet
I fear the chill the Grave doth hold
Then hold me tight and tighter yet
For I am growing old
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Into the Night my thoughts are sped
Into the realm of Dream
After the sun's last rays have fled
And all the stars do gleam
Fast in the Dark, my weary head
Is soothed by a stray moonbeam
Dragons of Sleep appear above
Swallowing up the skies
Lorelei whisper dreams of love
-- Lilting, alluring lies --
Deep in a secret moonlit grove
I close my longing eyes
When in the Night my thoughts are sped
Phantasmal forms arise
Daemons alight beside my bed
Shifting their shapes before my eyes
When I'm among the quick and dead
I still shall dread their cries
Into the Nether-world of Night
Adrift on a starlit sea
Crystalline vistas fill my sight
As cold arms encompass me
Awash on a sunneless wave of light
I hasten to Fate's decree
Now does the hand of Peace descend
Now does the moon burn red
Now is the hour when mem'ries blend
With visions of Hope and Dread
Alone in the Night, my gentle friend
I bend my star-crossed head
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Enchained thro each eternal hour
Infernal fires consume life's flow'r
No saving grace, no greater powre
For we who are the Damned
From Youth to Age our course is run
In endless circles with the sun
No end to what was not begun
No Peace for we the Damned
Our bodies bloom then fade to dust
Then bud anew -- as all things must --
No silent tomb in which to trust
No sleep for we the Damned
Writ in the weaver's web I see
That human will was never free
What choice is there for such as we?
No freedom for the Damned
Around and 'round the starwheels go
And haste the heavens to and fro
Their darkling purpose none can know
Lost Souls are we the Damned
We fear not Yahweh's scornful brow
Nor o'er our Soul His Law allow
Doomed men have no recourse to bow
Now proudly hail the Damned
Tho dark our days, our Spirits swell
To revel in our self-made Hell
Then pity not we Souls who fell
For none shall quell the Damned!
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I cannot stay wi' thee, my love
This long and chill Decembre night
The wynter stars that burn above
Cast forth their shrill and hollow light
On ev'ry hamlet, ev'ry dell
And of the coming battle tell
And tho' I'd bravely meet the fight
The stars do not bode well
I cannot tarry longer, dear
The lonely chruchbells, far away
Proclaim the midnight hour is here
And lo! the moon hangs ashen-grey
Atop the pallid, cloud-scarr'd sky
The banshee hurls her mournful cry
From far beyond the frozen bay --
Tomorrow I shall die
I cannot pass this night wi' thee
Tho' come the dawn we two were wed
Fate deems our love is not to be
The new-morn breeze that finds me dead
Shall veil the fading world wi' hoar
As tho' to hide th'entrails of war
The cold, black pools of death outspread
Like dirt across Earth's floor
And if tomorrow finds me dead
Thou'lt search the silenc'd battleground
And wade thee thro the corpse-strewn meade
Until my bones are found
Hid thick within the frozen gore
That mars each meadow, vale, and moor
And tho' th'untimely dead abound
My love bids thee endure
Thou'lt gently wipe the dirt away
From off my bow'd and bloodéd head
And hold me in thine arms and say
Thou lovs't me tho I'm dead
The stars in wynter's frozen dome
Like silent ghosts from ancient Rome
-- Cast down their light acrost the meade
For thou to lead my Spirit home
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An unseen footstep on the stair
The misty glow of moonless nights
The shadow cast when no one's there
A rustling drape, strange bluish lights
The groaning of a swaying door
That you'd locked fast an hour before
The feeling that you're not alone
An icy touch, a sudden chill
A mournful, otherworldly moan
Borne on the breeze when trees are still
The flicker of a candle flame
The hollow voice that speaks your name
The sadness in your mother's smile
The amber hue of faded bliss
A child's laughter free from guile
The memory of Love's first kiss
Of friends and family gone before
Of all who shall return no more
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