Pathway

Battles, destiny, love and justice. What is it that makes humanity so endearing at times and horrifying the next?

Maiden dancing in the night.

Out of sight. Hands held high.

Steam pressured. Fallen pedestal.

Hallow bellows. Weeping willows.

The soul a weaving cloak.

Light revealing shadows behind.

Taunt as a pearl on a cord.

Rake the tapestry with leaden claws.

Black, as onyx, blue, as sapphire.

Screaming through bone hallways.

Mystical trances as dancers take hold.

Spinning in circles. Daggers drawn.

Casualties on both sides of the coin.

Stand on two feet. Maiden does not move.

Weapons drawn the chorus begins.

Mighty selfish endeavors. 

Gold decorates smiles.

High and mighty there soaring.

Fire arrows tipped in poison.

Agonizing battle scars. 

Blood, a ravine for their trees to grow.

In the mist, she hides, her eyes glowing.

Woeful sorrow upon the songs beginning.

Arms crossed like daggers.

She smiles as they cast her down.

Echoes far from the starting place.

Villagers join the fight.

Unmovable she stood. Firm and strong.

Words empty as the wind.

Her voice falters when the deaf cannot hear.

The mist shrouds them from diplomacy.

Destruction sought a high price.

Their quest a daunting task.

She will not run. She will fight.

The Maiden surrendered to the father.

He is her companion and commander.

Leave the hateful times. 

Let be, blinded fools. 

The truth is eternal. 

Listen to the call, child.

 If this be her greatest crime?

Then trust him who knows best.

Maiden answers to him only.

To the blessed, sacred one.

She goes where he leads.

Here is where she remains.

A dream with all the hope.

Delighting gave a promise.

To this she prayed.

Charged she feels. 

To whom she is meant.

Road mapped scars are there.

To where she’s been. 

From whence she came.

Every warrior has her failings.

On this pivotal moment, think!

Sea parts for the destiny comes.

Her heart is wide open.

Depths deeper than can be spoken.

She listens to the father.

Unless he says move. She will not.

Reviews

[Tardisbaby]

At times I am not quite sure what is going on, but the imagery is wonderful and I take it as a visual dessert. Delicious!

[The Valerian Legion]

Thanks! ^ ^ A lot of my poems have to do with emotional processing of the situations I'm in! I'm glad you enjoy them.