WyntrTyger

Shattered Mirror Let me take you away, Away, behind the shattered glass. Let me take you back, Back, behind the enemy's line. There are stories on these walls, Stories that should not be told. Hear the stories down these halls, Halls of madness binding me. Here, that kiss The kiss which lasts forever. Oh, that sweet kiss, To taste the tongue of the viper! So many pictures, Memories of better times past. Sad, all the pretty pictures, Come crashing down by a single stone. Nova fire, Practiced lust, Magick times, in the falling dust Pushing back the edges of my mind, Tear out pieces of living soul All these first, not

And Still I Fall The Cliff II The darkness rises to meet me upon my descent,     With her cold, soft embrace she calls to me. Alwasy, as before, she reaches for my heart, she tenderly holds it,     Then rends it, unfeeling, from my chest, and watches me fall. And fall I do, plumetting towards the wonderful ground, the finaly to this grand game,     The walls are gone, has the ground left me too?  To fall alone?  Forever? The darkness parts, and I see her, her golden locks flitting behind,     This tells me there is hope, though not for much longer. As I draw near, she reaches for me, but our embrace is short-lived,     She has

Chalk One Up for Love The Cliff I The sweetest taste upon these lips,     Is that of her venom, as the darkness spreads. I have had her poison in my blood,     Her warm, dark embrace oft enough. Always she leaves me longing for more     As she walks away; no more to be had. She always leaves me, feeling alone, confused,     Forced to face my fears on my own. The sky hides its stars from my sight,     The sun and the moon at some secret rendezvous. I am left with nothing to guide my travels,     Naught, save the chill wind which blows gently into the darkness. With nothing to do, my thoughts scrambled,     I follow the

I Wish I wish that life had been easier, That our dreams had come true. I wish we had been stronger, Me for you and you for me. Life sometimes moves at breakneck speed, Caught up in the moment we forgot who we wanted to be. I was going to be the one to take away the pain, Even through my own. Questions I asked myself from day to day, How do I show you?  What should I say? With so many questions on the hows and whens, For too long forgetting you needed me simply be. Hours to days, days become weeks, Silence over time blinding us both. Each holding back for fear of more pain, Time and silence sapping weary souls. Never far from

Do You Remember? Do you remember? Homecoming's embrace? Apprehension and fear Relieved in a single touch. Separated from you My life feels incomplete. Night after restless night I clutch the pillow to my chest. Not hearing your voice, not seeing your face, No biblical Hell could compare to this. Then the unthinkable, Your words condemn, not save. Shattered, broken, alone, The screaming of my soul deafening. Apprehension and fear, Would you be there? Do you remember? Homecoming's embrace? Screams muted, thoughts silenced, Relieved in a single kiss.

Battlefields of Time The battlefield lie dormant... Silence in the spring-eve dusk. Bodies of the risen fallen, The fallen risen no more... In a pool of his own essence Our warrior heaves his final breaths. The battlefield stands stoic... Honor's final stand in the red-hewn rime. Friends, allies, lovers mill solemnly, The hunter, when dying, is rarely seen. In a pool of his own essence Tyger's eyes of sapphire fade in the dying light. Once, a long long time ago, The Warrior spirit would have endured. Grievous wounds pierce shattered heart, Welcoming, the night extends her lover's embrace. To the eyes and hearts and

I Stand... Fields of battle sapping strength, Psychic wars which consume. A single soul against the world at large, Tattered, blooded, at the verge of the dark. Changing times, these are, The jihad over money, soil, greed. In growing pools of crimson a warrior stands, In his hand, a broken-winged dove. In the gathering storm, A weary glance across the plain, Another wave approaches, With the fallen rising once more. A lone tiger licks at mortal wounds, Not in futillity, but as a message. The masses draw to with much beating of sword to shield, He stands alone, a single feather to remind him. Calm, as the dead, a bro