Who's riding late in windy plains wild? It is the father with his child; He has the boy held in his arm, He embraces him close, he keeps him warm. "My son, why cover your face in such fear?" "You don't see the Elf-king father, drawing near? The King of Elves with crown and tail!" … Continue reading #111 – Elf-King
Surrounded by people, Dripping with spite, With each day growing more feeble, And telling ourselves "It'll be all right." They spoke with their bitter tongue "You'll find yourself alone," It's the fear that they weren't wrong, "Only to be remembered when you're stone." There's a block, A disability in my hearing That forces me not … Continue reading #110 – Hueco
As I speak in tune to the rhythm of my heart, Out comes the sincere Words which express my deepest fear: That death will tear us apart. My anxiety stems from the thought Of you alone with a broken Heart, or me without you, Dying with a silent sigh. Although our days together may be … Continue reading #109 – Roots
Man be born, But talents are made Through the hard endeavour Of work and study. Let us praise this one For be it not the natural genius, But the success self-created. Not the child of nature, no: Which fumbling baby steps Leave no foot prints. All the while The adult Made Of your own efforts: … Continue reading #108 – Credit where credits due
Behold, The sea like ribbons Lick the waist and thighs Of that which it knows to be its God. He is Of the same line As the heavens and the dead. With the body lean, And the trident poised, Riding horses from the sea, The Earth-shaker comes to tame.
Winding, weaving, The tubes that enter you Like snakes into your skin. But without the scales, Like the smooth organs that lay within. You left me for the first time With no one to cry to. You left me alone To solitude and selfishness. Those same organs that kept you here, Destroyed the life within you. … Continue reading #106 – A part
Intruder, The face and throne fastened to the body. The fate and pride. Of this, to endlessly endure. The mask, Dripping with candle wax, From which it is made. White, pure and breaking with every spoken word. To the throne you're made king, To succeed and replace with flesh. All the peasants will sing: "O … Continue reading #105 – Weakness