Soul To Keep

This one came to me in a heartbeat. I was sat mulling over my creative process and wanting to post something new, when the first line arrived as if by telepathy from some where unknown. Anyway – I hope you like it, short though it is.

A feathered breath that wakes me
From this dark and dreadful sleep,
Where hands of cold and mouldy bones
Hold hard my soul to keep;
To drag me from my nightmare
With such a sweetened kiss,
My demons fail their wicked task
They cannot stand such bliss;
The rising dawn that greets me
With its sun that paints the air,
Cannot but pale when as I wake
Your eyes in light are there;
“Fear not my love”, you tell me
As my heart resumes its beat,
“I will not let the demons win
Your soul they’ll never keep”.

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Reblog : Creatures Of Sleep

Another reblog again today I’m afraid. It’s the same ol’ story – I have ideas, and some clear images I want to try and portray in words, but it’s hard at the moment finding the time. I will, this weekend, endeavour to get some original stuff together. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy this reblog of one I wrote a while ago.
As always, much love,
Simon

What pageant of creatures
dark as pitch,
would visit a mind
foul bewitched,
to torture dreams
in wretched night,
and cause the peaceful
rest take flight.

What armies of
the blackened sea,
would scream with horror
beseeching me,
to follow down
to nightly shade,
and cause the light
to ever fade.

What leathered wing
and gnarl-ed claw,
would shovel flesh
to gaping maw,
to strip the skin
from every bone,
and wrest the heart
from in it’s home.

These terrors from
the sleeping world,
with eyes of tar
and blackened pearl,
never once
grant sweet respite,
from in the watches
of the night.

I know for sure
that dreams do fade,
and darkly beasts
into shadows made,
but journey where
these creatures live,
and nightmares they
will surely give.

Creatures Of Sleep

What pageant of creatures
dark as pitch,
would visit a mind
foul bewitched,
to torture dreams
in wretched night,
and cause the peaceful
rest take flight.

What armies of
the blackened sea,
would scream with horror
beseeching me,
to follow down
to nightly shade,
and cause the light
to ever fade.

What leathered wing
and gnarl-ed claw,
would shovel flesh
to gaping maw,
to strip the skin
from every bone,
and wrest the heart
from in it’s home.

These terrors from
the sleeping world,
with eyes of tar
and blackened pearl,
never once
grant sweet respite,
from in the watches
of the night.

I know for sure
that dreams do fade,
and darkly beasts
into shadows made,
but journey where
these creatures live,
and nightmares they
will surely give.