KnightsSorrow

My name shall be a whisper, Like sands upon the wind. My face is but an echo, A shadow from your past. Your thoughts of me will trickle Fleeting... Drifting... Gone... But I shall never forget you, For knowing is all I craved. In knowing you, I knew myself, And that you're the one I loved.

A long time ago, in the Land of Lost Toys, wandered a brass knight made of gears and cogs. Though he travelled far and wide, slaying cruel beasts and witches with his alabaster sword, he never found a place to call home. He never knew joy. It was not because he was never offered riches and glory, to which like any good knight, he turned down, but because, like any good knight, he was on a quest. For, you see, brass knights made of gears and cogs run on clockwork that must be wound every so often, lest their gears stop turning. But many years ago, this knight had his key that wound damaged in a fierce battle against an electric dragon, that s

I drink in order to forget, But my bottles run empty, Whilst I still remember. I listen to music for inspiration, But silence fills empty chords, Whilst I still procrastinate. I try to write in order to focus, But empty words do fade away, Whilst I stare blankly. I try to say how much I need you, But I choke on empty hearts, Whilst I begin to turn away.

Your little words, Be small and curt, Creates a wound, Of septic hurt. Cold and burning, It festers deep. Makes me ache, With little sleep. You don't talk. You push away. Makes me think, You want his way. My limbs heavy. My heart tight. I think I've lost, My will to fight. I'm lost, confused, About me and you. What I wanted, Was always you. My dream for you, Is happy, free. So for now, Ill leave you be.

And once again, we dance this waltz, Of broken hearts and empty steps. With tearful joys that silence fills, Twirling round till one does falter. Now, like then, and always have, I take the lead and spin you round. I soothe your pain with no remorse, You light my day with simple smile. No lows, but highs, we dance the night, Our giggled joys that echoes halls, That flit away the shades of past, Ghosts of shattered hearts at rest. And as our laughter does reach its peak, Your shade of love does steal you back. And as you two do dance away, I beg and plead for you to stay. Broken... lost... I walk away, To empty groves of lovers lost. I wee

Moonlight dwells in silent streams, Echoing of fae time dreams. In star bound cloak, Night does creep. Empty of madness sleep. Sovereign beasts do approach, Court of fae, light and dark, Heeding call from lands afar. With weeping rose in her hair, Angel queen, dark and fair, Robes tinged with violet hue. Zealous heralds dance around, Echoes of the angel's grace. Reeds and whistles sing her praise, Of beauty, wit and elven grace. Smile that vexes with haunting gaze, Eases through my wayward soul.

You are the moon that lights my night. You are the stars that shines my path. You are the waters that soothes my soul. You are the wings that makes me fly. You are the hand that lifts my heart. You are the angel that I love.

Colours fade like autumn leaves, As silence takes the stage. Sumptuous feast of rotten fruits, Tempered with spoilt wine. Weeping heart and bleeding eyes, Do mourn the loss of love. As whispered lies rape my mind, Whiskey numb the bones. Body aches with waking death, As lovers shade does moan. Winding gears to creaking halt As void now does grow.

Corrupt and bile from distant lies, That stoop and stare with empty eyes. A monstrous man with honeyed tongue, That clutches upon my beating song. I cut and slice at fetid flesh, I hack and slash with baited breath. Its wounds do open and bleeds about, Veins so dry, with crimson sand. It cries and wails like wounded babe, And babbles about like drunken maid. I stare into its eyes of pain, It stares back through mirrored pane.

How can I fly with broken wings, Burdened by my darkly dreams? Sights I see that make me weep, With absent eyes and sockets bleed. Through deafened ears, I hear a sound, Stir of echoes does surround. The maddened screams of distant gods, Plague my waking shadowed thoughts. Spiders crawl beneath my flesh, I claw upon my bloodied chest. With severed tongue and bleeding maw, Lies I speak, no longer more.