casey28: (muse)
I don't know where the idea for this one came from. Sometimes it feels like a poem writes itself, and I just sit back and watch.

Battle, Battle

Battle, battle, dipped in red,
sew your seams in bloody thread,
skin will shrink on withered hands,
soon to reach the dying lands.

Battle, battle, dipped in brown,
break the stars and bring them down,
crumbled legs are broken clay,
earth will swallow up its prey.

Battle, battle, dipped in black,
take your wails of anguish back.
silence soon the bitter foe,
bury them before you go.

poem by me
casey28: (muse)
I posted this on livejournal and meant to post it here, too!

New Moon

Where goes the barren, brittle moon
when night uncoils her inky pen
and blots the crow in fragile flight
with tears it drips in crystal black

A yarn unborn before its spun
new moon arrives before its begun
She sings herself from hollow to full
like blazing light from a faded jewel

poem by me

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