The warrior

Supposed glory is all that is left

on a long tangled pathway from the graveyard of souls.

I am empty.

Why begin again?

I am weary of this war,

The darkness will take me in.

Aching arms and scared feet

demand I cease this journey.

The wounds of battle soak into memory.

The light of distant stars,

the swirl of autumn leaves,

and children crying

reach inside,

turning,

changing,

and restoring me.

Somewhere hope remains.

The spark flickers,

and once again I walk towards peace.

Fading dreams

The glow of riches covers the Earth,

promising much in its warm splendour.

But fades us.

Golden fire catching rainbows,

and thoughts of distant worlds.

In its grasp so absolute.

Dreams scattered,

but strength endures.

The chill of rain,

returns.

The mind renews,

its source restored.

The Dance of the Dragons

Sharp breath on stone,

The beast awakes,

Jewelled claw extends,

Rending hope.

Softly the lord rises,

Wings beat telling tales,

Of ages past.

Out in the dark a child cries,

A mother lost,

worlds burning.

Hope comes swiftly,

Borne on the air.

Evening Light

Rays reach in,

Tongues of light grasping,

Stretching,

Touching.

I wake, sleep swept away,

Sightless eyes greet the sun.

Warming my darkness,

Filling, easing, lightening,

My void.

Soon it will be gone.

Away into black jet,

Leaving only the dreams.

The Journey Home

One foot falls ahead of the other,

Wet gravel scratching aged trainers,

Faded T shirt,

Damp jeans,

On a wanderer lost.

The trees pass by,

Their secrets hidden in whispers.

The day began with light,

The air warmed by the sun,

A boy lost in the woods,

Hopes abandoned on the wind.

One day the rain will fall again,

Soft and firm,

The darkness washed away.

The future returning,

To a prisoner of time.