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Genesis We struggle, we strive,Genesis by ~Emberhawke
Each giving no quarter.
We twist and we writhe,
Each seeking the power
Of he who is first,
Of he who is right
Whose wrath is the worst
And shall win the final fight.
But why is it so hard to believe
That at that moment,
With creation and Adam and Eve,
When it was that they first breathed,
Their hands were clasped through the torrent?
Nothing but came in pairs,
Save lonely Adam at the beginning?
Not in keeping with the adroit cares
The Maker took in making.
See he and Eve, lying there in the grass,
Gentle Maker placing one new hand in t’other’s
grasp.
Young mortal eyes still closed
Lioness PacingLioness by ~Emberhawke
A lioness in her cage
Waiting
Burning incense and sage
Praying
Beneath the silver moon
Weeping
As I beg a boon
Hoping
For the lady’s favor
Dying
From passion and fervor
Wishing
To be set wild and free
Wondering
What might become of me
While I am waiting for destiny.
To Our Mistress Time I read these words upon another’s pageTo Our Mistress Time by ~Emberhawke
And knew that they were words of mine:
“Oh, My Harsh Mistress, Time….”
That lament echoes forever in my cage.
She rules with the ticking of a clock,
With the sluggish passing of an age,
With the tides lapping at the dock,
And the shifting of the flighty shade.
She is always at my back, in part,
But her breath still blows upon my face.
She listens to the beating of my heart,
Measuring its fevered race.
She holds her axe just above my head,
A nameless threat of hours lost
And dreams long since cold and dead.
The Laymen's Saint Compiègne, May 23, the Year of Our Lord 1430The Laymen's Saint by ~Emberhawke
When he saw the drawbridge go up, he knew it was over. Bits of earth clung to the strands of grassroot between the planks like drowning men to ship. The roots swayed, waving goodbye, shaking free those desperate clots of soil. The cries of dismay around him seemed to come from miles away. He shook his head and remembered.
“Priez pour moi,” she had said, “car j’ai été trahie.” Pray for me, for I have been betrayed. No one had wanted to listen to her in Melun.
The man wh
Sta.sh
