Rooms Of The Dead

This is a piece that suddenly arrived, and had to be written. It hasn’t happened like this for a long time and I’ve missed it. I hope you like it, morbid though it is.

All is quiet,
In the rooms of the dead,
Where the dust of what’s past
Lies deep.
A shadow, it grows,
In the silvery glow
Of a moon that forbids me
To sleep.

All is dire,
In the rooms of the dead,
Where the dreams of the dark
Do creep.
My memory shows,
With the pictures it knows,
A dark past with such secrets
I keep.

All is final,
In the rooms of the dead,
Where the truth of the soul
Is bleak.
All punishment owed,
And for whom the bell tolls,
A dark sowing is now mine
To reap.

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Sleep

I love the language of Shakespeare. The forms, the words, the ebb and flow of his speeches and scenes. I wish I had the smallest modicum of his talent, to be able to craft words in the way he did. All I can do, in my own silly and unworthy way, is to try and write things in the flavor of his language.

In deepest night,
Whilst sleep did so evade me,
Such wicked vision with malice
And cruelty did come, to mine eyes.
O, could man such as me stand
A sight so evil? But in all darkness
Abound, one more dark picture
Could not any more disturb this
Countenance.
Sweet wine doth lose its potency,
Dark poppy, with its heavy smoke,
Doth fail in all its ability.
All thoughts of restoring sleep
Are driven, as the wind doth drive the
Clouds, away and far, by these scenes
So shown to mine eyes.
O torturous mind, why must thou
Bring to me such unwanted and
Unwarranted scenes? Be at peace, you,
And grant this man only sleep, in all
Its blessed majesty. Sleep, and only sleep.

DP : Sleep

I wrote this a while ago, but I wanted to re-post it to take part in the Daily Prompt : “Sleep is one-third of our lives: write a post about it. Do you love naps? Have trouble falling alseep? Wish you could remember your dreams? Remember something especially vivid? Snuggle under a blanket, or throw the windows wide open? Meditate on sleep.”

Once more, ‘pon keeper
Of my darkest dreams do
I lay my head;
O! What screaming
Horror may fly to me
On darkly shaded wings?
’tis not for me the
Gentle arms of Morpheus,
To soothe and soft refresh
From days hard labour;
Nay, resigned am I to
The slow tick of curs-ed clock,
Which scythes away
Minute by minute, hour by
Creeping hour.

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”.

Sleep

A quick piece for you, trying to draw on the sort of language I love, written while waiting to go and see a friend of mine. It’s amazing where the mind takes you while idle, no? I hope you like it.

Once more, ‘pon keeper
Of my darkest dreams do
I lay my head;
O! What screaming
Horror may fly to me
On darkly shaded wings?
’tis not for me the
Gentle arms of Morpheus,
To soothe and soft refresh
From days hard labour;
Nay, resigned am I to
The slow tick of curs-ed clock,
Which scythes away
Minute by minute, hour by
Creeping hour.

DP : Easy Fix

This was written in response to the Daily Prompt: Easy Fix.
“Write a post about any topic you wish, but make sure it ends with ‘And all was right in the world.'”.
I hope you like it.

The shout of fear that woke me up
From my own mouth and chest,
A nightmare losing frightful hold
Arrived at no behest.

In panic gripped my body shook
Within the beds confines,
And all about the dark revealed
Nought but moonlit lines.

Reaching out with searching hand
To find your soothing grasp,
An empty sheet was all I felt
Causing me to gasp.

Where had you gone my saviour
Who keeps me safe at night?
The room was cold and dark my love
With no assuring light.

When fear and loss were nearly through
With taking o’er my heart,
You soft appeared through open door
No more were we apart.

You slipped beside me ‘neath the stars
Arms open and unfurled,
I slipped back to my soothing sleep,
And all was right with the world.

Night Time Prayer

A quick prayer to the Lord of sleep. It came to me while my mind was left to wander this afternoon…

Shining night, shining night,
Protect my mortal soul;
From where the darkness creeps around
And nightmares may take hold.

Gentle night, gentle night,
I bid thee keep me here;
As still I lay awaiting sleep
Beset by creeping fear.

Ancient night, ancient night,
I pray you grant me peace;
Gift to me rest undisturbed
And let all worry cease.