What Time Forgets
Quicker than the dead blade fell
And swifter than the axe that laid
Upon the block of villian's death
That smote the dead of he who strayed
From yon and on to sin bereft
Whose only stories never tell
Of what they took and what they left
Whose legacies grow dim and fade.
Quicker than the hope that sped
The maid and princess on her way
To see their love and prince upon
His high, beautiful, seized fair prey
The fair pale face that was his prize
The dreams he loses in his bed
The lies he fathoms in her eyes
The souns he struck to dead that lay
Wilder than the beast that smote
And struck the dead ten thousand men
Who held of dreaming ways that passed
And, phantoms, whipped the night just when
The saddest beauty came anon
Who, she, with death in every quote
Rode astride and high upon
The centaur, raven, sphinx and wren.
Gnashed the teeth of death's cold soul
Like wind that knows no end nor start,
Carrying spirits in his mouth
And ripping hopeful lives apart
Whipped in whirlwinds loud and wide
That, breathing, swallowed legacies whole
Not how you lived but how you died
And bearing many a human heart.
--August 5, 2004
And swifter than the axe that laid
Upon the block of villian's death
That smote the dead of he who strayed
From yon and on to sin bereft
Whose only stories never tell
Of what they took and what they left
Whose legacies grow dim and fade.
Quicker than the hope that sped
The maid and princess on her way
To see their love and prince upon
His high, beautiful, seized fair prey
The fair pale face that was his prize
The dreams he loses in his bed
The lies he fathoms in her eyes
The souns he struck to dead that lay
Wilder than the beast that smote
And struck the dead ten thousand men
Who held of dreaming ways that passed
And, phantoms, whipped the night just when
The saddest beauty came anon
Who, she, with death in every quote
Rode astride and high upon
The centaur, raven, sphinx and wren.
Gnashed the teeth of death's cold soul
Like wind that knows no end nor start,
Carrying spirits in his mouth
And ripping hopeful lives apart
Whipped in whirlwinds loud and wide
That, breathing, swallowed legacies whole
Not how you lived but how you died
And bearing many a human heart.
--August 5, 2004
