Mystery and I

A story poem

Mystery and I


Mystery is cooing, clothed in a dream;
mystical sweat forms her slumbering sheen.

Monster resigning to rest on soft sheets;
strange splendor taming Hell’s nightmarish beast.


Chamber of brightness in world of decay,
one jewel unclaimed by the Wasting Away.

Precious and tender; too firm to defeat.

I lay my horned head at Mystery’s feet.


Light graces windows, but shines from within;
outside world hurled into darkness of sin.

Sun and the Son have forsaken this place,
but Springtime still shines from Mystery’s face.


I once raised a sword forged of filth and derision
of mind to inflict a fatal incision,
then Mystery smiled, and my cold heart thawed.

The sure mighty blade went limp in my claws.


High upon this single shimmering bluff,
free of the epoch of blackness and rust;
my beautiful prison, with beauty beside,
lulls me to peace, and stifles my pride.


Mystery is singing; majesty beams.

Unaware of my making, or so it seems.

In stone gargoyle stance I guard her well.

Her powers have made me a traitor to Hell.


Chamber of brightness in a world of decay,
one jewel unclaimed by the Wasting Away.

I am her captive; perhaps she is mine.

Ignoring the passage of time beyond Time.


Let Earth fade away! Let Hell’s fires be quelled!
Let Heaven crumble, and none live to tell!
Just spare one flower in a garden gone dry,
petals; a pallet for Mystery and I.

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

Wow, great poem, I love it from beginning to end. "Mystery is cooing, clothed in a dream"; "a pallet for mystery and I" what lines. I wish I could write as well. Thank you for sharing with us. God Bless you

[dixie]

very very very cool. the first two lines hooked me and i wanted to read the rest of it. im interested to hear your inspiration for it. wonderfully done!!!!