The Moon Alone Bore Witness

This is a bit of a dark one, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

The leaves were dry and formed a crust,
Each footstep broke the peace.
Her muffled screams from ‘neath my hand
Were drowned in noise at least.
And as we reached the clearing dark,
The moon alone bore witness.

Her eyes betrayed the fear she felt,
True feelings kept beneath.
In supplication begging me
‘pon hand and bended knee.
But as my resolution held,
The moon alone bore witness.

I cast about for prying eyes,
For reason so to cease.
But night was still and we alone
My wanton need increased.
And as my hands took up their deed,
The moon alone bore witness.

The captured soul from in the breast,
Makes not a sound released.
But at the point of life removed
My cry was as a beast.
And as her final light was dimmed,
The moon alone bore witness.

I left the body ‘neath the stars,
Laying now in peace.
Once more my sickness had been quelled
My inner blackness eased.
And throughout all my evils deeds,
The moon alone bore witness.

Victims

This one was a bit of a struggle to get out. And although I’m not 100% happy with it, it’s good enough to publish. I hope you like it.

A candle glows in empty hall,
It’s light a single star;
Defeating dark with brave aflame,
It curses night, sends fear to shame,
Calls victims one and all.

A single voice above the throng,
Clear as crystal bell;
Rejoicing in its echoed tone,
It cries allowed, sends angels home,
Calls victims to be strong.

A single word set hard in stone,
Unfading now with time;
A strong command by which to live,
With no recourse, no lie to give,
Calls victims to atone.

Panelled Blue

I can feel my muse within me now, she has decided to stop awhile, and although it is still work to get anything coherent out at the moment, this was written today. I hope you like it.

Panelled blue, my inner room,
With mem’ries strewn about;
’tis here I wander in my depths,
Amongst the ‘oft recalled regrets,
Sweet the taste of tears so wept,
No window looking out.

Panelled blue, my inner room,
With dreams among the dust;
Where once a future lit the air,
Now ’tis a husk that lingers there,
And now a cloak of dark despair,
No more a coat of trust.

Panelled blue, my inner room,
A prison where I stay;
The scent of summers fading fast,
My only friend a looking glass,
Reflections showing that as passed,
More precious every day.

Panelled blue, my inner room,
An azure coloured cell;
For life without is shaded grey,
And though my sadness may hold sway,
I keep myself so hid away,
Here is where I dwell.