Nemeses
my nemeses awaits with flag unfurledAstride her painted horse of gilded wings
And tho' the battle is not of this world
I fear her vengence and my eyes do sting
For angels devils good and bad do cheer
To shout of all that ever were my sins
And as her calvacade draw ever near
I ask my heart to seek from deep within
A wizard draws a line upon the sand
Made up of ghosts and all that would haunt me
And trumpeteers now gather in a band
Their fanfare loud obscuring shouts of glee
My weapons they are few and far between
And friends are none for I now stand alone
My lance of shining truth in darkness gleam
My shield my soul to bear to all unknown
She calls to me with vengence in her eyes
The words unspoken cut me to the bone
For they spoke of much deciet and of my lies
And not of all the love that I have shown
And as I stand beneath the moon and stars
My body bare for those who look to see
I point now to my multitude of scars
And the deepest one I wear for being me
This one came from hand of velvet glove
And this one old from too much childhood pain
The first an arrow bearing tainted love
The other so much loss so little gain
And silence falls like leaves upon a grave
and tho' from those that look there be no sound
Her eyes scream I know you to be one brave
As I place my broken heart upon the ground
She now spoke as a lover would
Though she not be one of my human race
I would but love you seeker if I could
For all your sins I see upon your face
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-27 at 13:51
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