She stands there
Smiling at me
My heart is begging me
To run and see her and hold her close
I stand here
Waiting for her
To give me the sign to give chase
I love her
She makes me feel
I can break free of these shackles
Which keep me
Bound and broken
Rising above it all and join her
Author Archives: Shawn
About Shawn
standing, waiting
Scenes from a Willow Tree… part 2
It’s another life,
another story
Just chalk it up to
something you
don’t wanna hear
A life of violence
a history of pain
All alone
she sheds a tear
In the shade
with his dying breath
he looks up at her
and smiles at death
Scenes from a Willow Tree… part 1
There’s always a soft, sorrowful sound
as the wind passes through the
Willow Tree
In the shadows of its weeping branches
you shall find me
In the shadows of the Willow Tree
you shall find me smiling at death
Hindsight
“HOW DARE YOU?!!” as the blade delved deeper into his heart…
“I CURSE YOU!!!
“I CURSE YOU!!!
in this life and the ones to follow
to an existance of pain and sorrow
I CURSE YOU…
for what you’ve done to me
for you are now doomed to wallow in misery
I CURSE YOU…
with my dying breath, I shall bestow upon you
all my HATRED, my WRATH, my IRE
may you know only loneliness
may others see my gift to you in your eyes
and cower!
May you lose that which you cherish
it shall remain ever beyond your grasp
May love always remains elusive to you
for THAT is why you did all this
DIDN’T you?!”
In his passing, the last piece feel into place…
Suddenly, he had an epiphany
“What did I just do?!!”
“What did I just do?!!”
sad reunion
Sitting on his perch of a boulder, he overlooked the river, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around. His blade, sheathed resting against his shoulder, pommel up, he looked at it cursiously out of the corner of his eye.
‘Have we… come full circle?’
A splash, draws his attention back to the waters.
His mind began to wander back to those forgotten times, before all… this.
“I knew I’d find you here, waiting for her.” The solemn voice pulled him from his reverie with brief alarm.
Looking up at his old friend, he smiled and slowly rose, weapon in hand.
“I knew there was something amiss the last time we spoke my friend. I just didn’t think I’d be speaking to a spectre”
Letting out a long sigh, “Well, it was time brother.”
Shaking his head, “We’ve already lost Old Herla and so many others… Plus, there was a betrayal-“
“So I’ve heard,” his friend’s voice grave as he looked down at the water below, “You’re the last that remains of us.”
Shaking his head, “That can’t be, Hellekin.”
A sad smile creased its way across his face, “I am gone now, dear brother,” he places a hand on his shoulder, “Eventhough I can no longer be reached in your waking moments, like so many of those lost, I can be reached in-between the times you are awake.”
Meeting his friend’s eyes, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, brother.”
Preventive Measures
Falling to his knees, the pain in his abdomen was more than he expected.
Blood falls to the ground.
Looking up, vision blurred, he sees her. Eyes focusing on her form, they are drawn to her hand clutching a blood-soaked blade.
Looking up, vision blurred, he sees her. Eyes focusing on her form, they are drawn to her hand clutching a blood-soaked blade.
“Wh-what is the meaning of this?” he coughs, “What did I do? How have I wronged you?”
“You did nothing, my beautiful love,” there was ice in her voice “it’s just…”
She smiles, he notes a tear slide down her cheek. “This cannot be.”
She smiles, he notes a tear slide down her cheek. “This cannot be.”
“What? what are you talking about?” he cries.
“You will cause turmoil. Call this, a preventive measure.”
“I don’t understand!” he struggles as he stands up.
“Oh, you would’ve in time my dear.” She stepped in, blade flashing forward, lodging in his chest. She catches him and looks into his eyes, watching as the life escapes them.
“I love you,” she quietly cries, “but it cannot be, this time,” she kisses him gently as he passes.
“Forgive me, but this was a much gentler fate than what was in store for you.” she whispers as a wind blows by.