Sower

Little lights on the narrow path
linked together in one place.
See your profile in the shadows cast
never turning turn my face.

Shattered nothings falling fast
on a deafened ear.

Pressing flowers in an old book
catching moments that are lost.
Don’t you know that they’re dead though?
Death for beauty is the cost.

Crumpled under weighted page
in a heavy tomb.

Scattered seeds on the pathway
under swooping of the bird.
Blinded crying in the harsh sun
wishing only to be heard.

Bone broken on the hardened soil
cast upon the floor.

Weakened roots in the shallow ground
seeking purchase in the rock.
Affronted by an indifference
that kept hunger under lock.

Praying for receding tides
and pursuit of sun.

Tangled vines and the sharp thorns
clinging tightly in a web.
Blood pouring and the rust scars
joy of living in an ebb.

Bleeding until hearts run dry
before blinded eyes.

Aching cries in the black sky
only echoes here reply.
Screaming inward from an awful place
where any hope can only die.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.

Little lights on the narrow path
linked together in one place.
See your profile in the shadows cast
never turning turn my face.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.

Salvation is a lonely writ
in an oblique place.

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Harbour (Bare)

Away from imbroglios and brouhahas

To the torpid shorelines

Of oleaginous waves

Awash from dread and doubt

Brings forth a pulsing sorrow

Overwhelmed by drowning blues

Of sea and sky and burning sand

Of land-bound winds and crashing wake

In tranquility life is muted

Gulls spin on a mobile

Star-shaped shadows flit across the sand

Concave dune and convex contour

Shrill bell-cry through feathered throats

Rhythmic scuttling under the pier

Careful crab claws collect

Treasures no other would keep

But the high tide who’d steal them back

Stagnant indifference arrests the heart

The ocean recedes toward the horizon

Fish lay putrid and silver

In the stale rays of the day

And the rotted oyster tide

Hulls groan and chip their paint

Their decks creak in horror

Restless convicts of the bay

Knock the lynch-pin wharf

Inward cries split the ribs

Unbearable benevolence

I’d destroy it if I could

To bring an equilibrium

Wrapped in gloom-cloaked wings

She calls my name I am soothed

The oleaginous waves

The torpid shorelines

Wash away dread and doubt

 

A Poem – Juniper

Written below is an exclusive poem – one that encompasses an entire chapter of Tenebrae Manor. Read at your own discretion; there are minimal spoilers if you have not yet read Tenebrae Manor. Entitled Juniper, the poem entails the protagonist Bordeaux and his journey through a foreign land. Influenced by epic poems such as Iliad and The Divine Comedy, Juniper is the most unique chapter of Tenebrae Manor.

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