Campfire Night

Cloak wrapped tight around my form,

I rest by the fire, embers warm.
The gentle night soothes my fears,
And dissuades the sight of sorrows tears.

The breeze comforts, an engulfing sweetness
Pulling my hair free into an entangled mess.
Soft strands caress my weary face;
Here my thoughts rest, and every worry erase.

The blooming trees send their pleasant scents
To whirl about me, a dancing presence.
They mingle, like fairies, in the moon's rays,
And induce thoughts with their pagan craze.

Be rested, be soothed, oh innocent one,
For tomorrow there will be no sun.

You shall behold the blood upon the field,
And the agonies of death will not yield.

In the morning the battle shall ensue,
The hatred of a nation under sky's blue.
Screams shall arise from the dying throat,
And your fellow man shall be wildly smote.

Solemn

The sky's misty clouds shall fade
The lights one by one disappear.
And still in music she has stayed
'Till the darkened room hath turned to drear.

Her fingers prance across the key,
Until her eye hath no more sight.
For in her playing she must see
Or by a light the key turn bright.

But as sorrow weigh her heart too heavy,
Her hands, taught finger, slowly halt.
For heavy hearts mean much solemnity,
And none can dance when love hath fault.

It's when the tension is worst

That I feel like running

I hear the strife well-versed

Cutting words, so cunning

My lonely days are empty

Ridden with broken dreams

I try not to be angry

But within are blasphemes.

I need to escape this world

But there's no where to hide

When into shadow I'm hurled

I must retreat inside...

Is my life a fault?

Why does it have to halt?

I try to exalt,

But I'm locked in this vault.

I see the beauty around

And sometimes I can sing

But the melody is drowned

The song will start to sting.

Right now I quietly weep

The tears fall on this page

I wish I could just sleep

But fear I can't assuage.

I'm waiting for things to change

I don't know what to do

This world is utterly strange

I must find a way through...

When will he find me?

Will he perceive my plea?

I will remain free

This I can guarantee.