Tags
battle, battle ground, darkness, fight, grace, heavens, lost love, poem, poetry, queen, spirituality, victory
On top of the hill is where I stand the valley in darkness sprawled out below the warmth of the grass beneath my feet has seeped out into the deep cold earth I know the wind sways me Compelled to rise, compelled to fall Watching as the last light of day bleeds Vivid rampant colors - all drain away for the moon to rise and the stars to fall As each celestial body blinks her eyes at the darkness of their dawn stretching out their meager light for the likes of me. The mist drifts in so secretive and slow His ultimate calling card The deep, dark, dank dew drawing nearer silently soaking the hems of my ragged dress seducing my skin, caressing my flesh As the stakes rise and my resolve begins to fall I pause I will hold my ground I will not go down in flames I will fight for my crown I will not take the blame He does not make it easy dragging out the hours of the night Enveloped in his midst remembering when he was my light His whispered breath upon my breast no comfort the night breeze freezing my soul Weary and longing for redemption - the coming dawn to make me whole. he knows, he knows, he knows say the blades beneath my toes Even the crickets mock me The wolves with their howls blaspheme my pain The taste of blood again so strange on this chosen battle ground. But I would fight I will stand guard For what comes this way knows me I shall not back down The wind sways me My rags soaked with dew Tear stained face twinkling stars too few Sword in hand as the heavens circle 'round With my sword his heart I slew Light illuminates my face, gives me grace Reclaimed my crown, my battle ground My soul at rest, my heart cleansed through.