Spder Webs
Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 1:28 pm
Spider Webs
Wandering
Mother the ale has lost its savor and food...
is like ashes on my tongue.
I have failed you as I have failed all that I love.
The land you entrusted my people lies desecrated your altars...
Tarnished with the night soil of the wronged.
Betrayed by one of our own - those wronged took their vengeance.
On you.
I failed, I failed the land like I failed she whose grave lies before me.
Sullied by vengeance - defiled by hate.
Like some Gondish toy I make my rounds guarding the roads.
I eat and drink though sleep comes harder each eve.
What is the point when everything I love - I touch..... dies?
The Spiderhaunt....?
My feet have led me a journey farther than I cared to make.
Ah Mother!
This blight upon your beauty takes the heart out of me.
Even your Abbey of Golden Sheaves could not ease my spirit.
I have failed myself.
My feet take me where I need to go.
Like a caress I feel the web
A dry touch that clings like an insipid lover...
In my reverie I barely feel it and before I know it...
I am surrounded!
Spiders everywhere large creatures with clicking mandibles and terrible eyes.
Their fangs drip with Talona's fire.
I draw toothpick and raise my shield - friend's gift!
Made by a better man than myself.
I charge laying about me with a will....
Hungry to fight - to kill.....
To finally feel something!
Five fall before me - then ten - twenty lie about me and the web grows tighter...
I am full to the brim with poison.
The cup of my body runneth over...
Shaking I drop both weapon and shield....
Smiling as the spiders overcome me.
The smell of fresh-baked bread and verdant light.
Peace has come.
With hair of spun gold and eyes that should be ashamed of me.
But they are not.
They hold only love and an understanding I do not deserve.
Her blade I keep as I keep her grave.
Death is not for me yet she says.
The poison is gone and with it her.
Her scent lingers on my skin.
The spiders and their webs are gone as if they had never been.
Free from doubt and despair...
The Mother still has work for me.
Though no hero - I am ready!
Wandering
Mother the ale has lost its savor and food...
is like ashes on my tongue.
I have failed you as I have failed all that I love.
The land you entrusted my people lies desecrated your altars...
Tarnished with the night soil of the wronged.
Betrayed by one of our own - those wronged took their vengeance.
On you.
I failed, I failed the land like I failed she whose grave lies before me.
Sullied by vengeance - defiled by hate.
Like some Gondish toy I make my rounds guarding the roads.
I eat and drink though sleep comes harder each eve.
What is the point when everything I love - I touch..... dies?
The Spiderhaunt....?
My feet have led me a journey farther than I cared to make.
Ah Mother!
This blight upon your beauty takes the heart out of me.
Even your Abbey of Golden Sheaves could not ease my spirit.
I have failed myself.
My feet take me where I need to go.
Like a caress I feel the web
A dry touch that clings like an insipid lover...
In my reverie I barely feel it and before I know it...
I am surrounded!
Spiders everywhere large creatures with clicking mandibles and terrible eyes.
Their fangs drip with Talona's fire.
I draw toothpick and raise my shield - friend's gift!
Made by a better man than myself.
I charge laying about me with a will....
Hungry to fight - to kill.....
To finally feel something!
Five fall before me - then ten - twenty lie about me and the web grows tighter...
I am full to the brim with poison.
The cup of my body runneth over...
Shaking I drop both weapon and shield....
Smiling as the spiders overcome me.
The smell of fresh-baked bread and verdant light.
Peace has come.
With hair of spun gold and eyes that should be ashamed of me.
But they are not.
They hold only love and an understanding I do not deserve.
Her blade I keep as I keep her grave.
Death is not for me yet she says.
The poison is gone and with it her.
Her scent lingers on my skin.
The spiders and their webs are gone as if they had never been.
Free from doubt and despair...
The Mother still has work for me.
Though no hero - I am ready!
