Post by camoens on Nov 23, 2008 19:56:36 GMT -5
part 1
My Journey began in a time since gone,
High on windswept mountain peaks;
Where on their Throne I heard the song
Of woe and sorrow the moaning wind speaks.
I laughed as if I'd heard a jest
And shut away the lonesome sound.
Then on the mighty mountains crest
I watched the furious wind go down.
I watched it scour the earth below
Untill the tempest clouds it raised,
Striken to my heart I know
I was the reason such anger blazed!
It Gripped me on the mountains throne,
And Cast me away with earthen hail;
It swept me from my arid home,
And broke me with a single gale.
Far from my home of nestled sky
I wept, and cursed this level ground.
"It's for my Arrogence that I die;
For in those mountains my soul is bound."
Part 2
I fell back and gasped the misted air,
And marveled at the blooming pain,
To spy the one, with exceeding care,
Who thought a slap would clear my brain.
Her dark hair was as midnight eclipsed
Her fathomless eyes: obsidian shards,
Her fair skin was by the moonlight kissed;
And in Her voice: the song of stars.
Soon I stirred for her tearful words,
And vowed to catch each lamented drop
I gave my heart with her tended herds
To follow unceasing till she cursed it "stop".
But the tempest wind was not yet through:
And gathered stength to its vengeful hold.
It saw my love, though blazing true
A way to dash my heart with abysmal cold.
So down it swept in a fury blaze
To ravage her herds against the rock
To sweep her from our blissful haze
And leave me laying amid field and stock.
Part 3
I dreamed to show her my Mountain home
I yearned to die with her safe by my side
I write it now, and woe to this tome
For the story of wind, that I had denied.
She should not have felt the winds sordid grasp
That Tainted gift was mine alone to bare
And now she is missing, ripped from my clasp
Torn by the wind for its vengence to dare.
So now I journey through forest and waste;
I vowed I would follow, to save and to serve.
For what the Wind stole in despicable haste
Was my heart and a woman, I did not deserve.
My Journey began in a time since gone,
High on windswept mountain peaks;
Where on their Throne I heard the song
Of woe and sorrow the moaning wind speaks.
I laughed as if I'd heard a jest
And shut away the lonesome sound.
Then on the mighty mountains crest
I watched the furious wind go down.
I watched it scour the earth below
Untill the tempest clouds it raised,
Striken to my heart I know
I was the reason such anger blazed!
It Gripped me on the mountains throne,
And Cast me away with earthen hail;
It swept me from my arid home,
And broke me with a single gale.
Far from my home of nestled sky
I wept, and cursed this level ground.
"It's for my Arrogence that I die;
For in those mountains my soul is bound."
Part 2
I fell back and gasped the misted air,
And marveled at the blooming pain,
To spy the one, with exceeding care,
Who thought a slap would clear my brain.
Her dark hair was as midnight eclipsed
Her fathomless eyes: obsidian shards,
Her fair skin was by the moonlight kissed;
And in Her voice: the song of stars.
Soon I stirred for her tearful words,
And vowed to catch each lamented drop
I gave my heart with her tended herds
To follow unceasing till she cursed it "stop".
But the tempest wind was not yet through:
And gathered stength to its vengeful hold.
It saw my love, though blazing true
A way to dash my heart with abysmal cold.
So down it swept in a fury blaze
To ravage her herds against the rock
To sweep her from our blissful haze
And leave me laying amid field and stock.
Part 3
I dreamed to show her my Mountain home
I yearned to die with her safe by my side
I write it now, and woe to this tome
For the story of wind, that I had denied.
She should not have felt the winds sordid grasp
That Tainted gift was mine alone to bare
And now she is missing, ripped from my clasp
Torn by the wind for its vengence to dare.
So now I journey through forest and waste;
I vowed I would follow, to save and to serve.
For what the Wind stole in despicable haste
Was my heart and a woman, I did not deserve.