In the Palace of Lady Eden

As the strange purple darkness
claimed its aftersun light,
and the dense woods changed its mood
from the green friendly to the mischievous dark,
I soon found myself wandering
in a desperate search for a place
where to finally lay my arms.

Yet the forest seemed to have no mercy,
not for drifters nor misdirected foes,
and before I could realize
I had surrendered far into the dusk
of my own weakness,
my own brutal and lethal wounds.

And in my dreams I saw casted
a beautiful woman of infinite might,
who in her walk, appeared to bend the trees back
blinded by her light, her brilliance,
so particularly expected from the midday sun.

And thus, amid this blazing light,
a group of dwarves and elves and men,
carried me up and healed my marks,
taking my cries to the now destroyed dark.

In the most beautiful palace I woke,
Lady Eden now sat beside me
and she spoke and filled my mind.

‘It is your duty now to be my man,
and from now this shall be your house’.

‘And you shall dwell with me. Forever.’


(Happy 22nd Birthday to me!)


New on Blackprint Poetry: Blog Recommendations


Today's recommendation goes to my favourite poetry blogger on the web: Splmartin and his beyond-incredible blog Read between the Minds. Make sure to check his incredible work at:

http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/

See you soon!