In this poetic journey...

Yet another favorite from the vault.

In this poetic journey
A game was made of life
Inspiration became fluid
In times of toil and strife.
Two men would come together
Among the players to set the stage
The poet, a man of vision
The shadow, a man of rage.
Standing, facing bridges
Crossed over with the pen
Daring the dark shadow
To dance with him again.
As the boundaries of one weaken
Rage takes it’s turn.
The melody entrances
As the fires spark and burn.

The game is slowly ending
And standing in the ashes
Are the victor and the fallen
As the burning bridge it crashes.

In this poetic journey
There played a tragic theme.
Inspiration was a drug
Tempted by a faltered dream
The poet found the darkness
That spoke through his pen
But the shadow found a refuge
And took hold of him.
Growing colder facing fires
Set by an addicts touch.
A man of visions, closed his eyes
And lost all he loved so much
For the darkness he felt he needed
He let the shadow have a turn
Crossed the bridge, found the darkness
And let the fires burn!

The game is slowly ending
And standing in the ashes
Are the victor and the fallen
As the burning bridge it crashes.

In this poetic journey
A life was slowly lost
Given that which did not matter
Ripping all of the masks off.
The poet danced so somber
As the shadow writes the verse
Crawling out of inspiration
Heading for something worse.
Giving in to circumstances
Letting the flames enthrall him
As the poet becomes shattered
And is now a victim fallen.
As the boundaries of one weaken
The lines we set, are crossed.
The shadow stands the victor
As the poet becomes lost!

The game is slowly ending
And standing in the ashes
Are the victor and the fallen
As the burning bridge it crashes.
To the victor go the spoils
As the life before you flashes
The intoxication of his song
Brought the poet to the masses.
And now the tale has ended
As on the stage, the bridge crashes
And the fallen finds his peace
Laying there among the ashes!

(12/26/01)

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

What a especially love about this is masterful and subtle use of rhyming. So many are heavy handed or awkward when they attempt rhyming, but that cannot be said here at all. This almost feels as if should be set to music and to tell you the truth it wasn't until I read this again that I noticed the repetitions...well done. There is an almost Poe like feel to this with the poet going on a dark journey. I can see why this one of your favorites...it's one of mine too.