Something I've been working on.
Its Prose/Poem
Half-way to the depths I dive, narrowly
Towards the summer sky. Atop the barren skeletal
head-hill, Pineless and leafless trees bend
Capitulating to the wind, submitting my shelter,
To the darkest black of dusk. To the sky I look
To cry in shameful pride, ‘Why have you forsaken
Me tonight, in this the blackest hour of our,
Light tonight.’ Flashing streaks split the sky, dying
As severed fruit from the Vine, divine delicate
Maneuvers steak from dark vapor to black vapor,
Bearing the booming whisper of Asgard, culling
Together the silent devotion of Damnation, searching
To strike the heart of those weakened and defeated.
‘Sad that it must end this way, the whimper of a dying
Forgotten Day. The greatest power turned to dust,
From the ashes of which we lust, returned we are,
To the forgotten land, travel we must.’ I lament and
Submit to machination and corrugation.
I traveled among the dark for years after,
Forgetting everything from there before and there
After. Storms were never meant to last, but
Darkest Black can cloud the sight, and blind
The eyes in which we see the true light. Though
It is not to say that I never did not see any light,
Innumerable as it was, as utterly unrevealing as,
It was, it was the rejected and refracted light of
A Torchbearer. A harbinger of Blessing opened my eyes,
Throwing back the wavering light, opening the black
Cloud which had wholly, engulfed the earth. Where,
The Wolf had ate the Shepherd and left the goat-tender, the
Confusion, the reddened ground, the illuminated sky,
Cursed earth, the wounded fields, the ravaged flock,
Shattered Porcelain, fiery holocaust. Three houses,
Built upon the shattered foundations of Empire.
Crowded out the ancient Dom’ diluting the ripened
Culture, with fruitless and seedless shrubs.
‘Through this came he the harbinger of Blessings,
To us he came to clear our sight.’ Subverting the
House of the Sickened Wheat and piggish Iron, Condemning
The house of pyramid, whose heavy top forced constant
Toil of the lower base. I was freed from the cloud of
Dark light, with the blackened vapors of decay,
Dissipating to the stalwart word of this Harbinger,
This enforcer of the law, servant to the Sons of Man,
Kind and Humble in the name. To make anew,
To fulfill the origins of the law. Loving humility,
The greatness to be revealed in his acts. The
Harbinger of the Son, his voice pronounced the glory,
Loyal to the mother, who we cry, as banished children,
From the King’s forgotten Kingdom. To this the most loyal
Loving Harbinger, gathered his life, and spent it, commending
To the King his life, his spirit, and his hope, so shall I commit mine.
Half-way to the depths I dive, narrowly
Towards the summer sky. Atop the barren skeletal
head-hill, Pineless and leafless trees bend
Capitulating to the wind, submitting my shelter,
To the darkest black of dusk. To the sky I look
To cry in shameful pride, ‘Why have you forsaken
Me tonight, in this the blackest hour of our,
Light tonight.’ Flashing streaks split the sky, dying
As severed fruit from the Vine, divine delicate
Maneuvers steak from dark vapor to black vapor,
Bearing the booming whisper of Asgard, culling
Together the silent devotion of Damnation, searching
To strike the heart of those weakened and defeated.
‘Sad that it must end this way, the whimper of a dying
Forgotten Day. The greatest power turned to dust,
From the ashes of which we lust, returned we are,
To the forgotten land, travel we must.’ I lament and
Submit to machination and corrugation.
I traveled among the dark for years after,
Forgetting everything from there before and there
After. Storms were never meant to last, but
Darkest Black can cloud the sight, and blind
The eyes in which we see the true light. Though
It is not to say that I never did not see any light,
Innumerable as it was, as utterly unrevealing as,
It was, it was the rejected and refracted light of
A Torchbearer. A harbinger of Blessing opened my eyes,
Throwing back the wavering light, opening the black
Cloud which had wholly, engulfed the earth. Where,
The Wolf had ate the Shepherd and left the goat-tender, the
Confusion, the reddened ground, the illuminated sky,
Cursed earth, the wounded fields, the ravaged flock,
Shattered Porcelain, fiery holocaust. Three houses,
Built upon the shattered foundations of Empire.
Crowded out the ancient Dom’ diluting the ripened
Culture, with fruitless and seedless shrubs.
‘Through this came he the harbinger of Blessings,
To us he came to clear our sight.’ Subverting the
House of the Sickened Wheat and piggish Iron, Condemning
The house of pyramid, whose heavy top forced constant
Toil of the lower base. I was freed from the cloud of
Dark light, with the blackened vapors of decay,
Dissipating to the stalwart word of this Harbinger,
This enforcer of the law, servant to the Sons of Man,
Kind and Humble in the name. To make anew,
To fulfill the origins of the law. Loving humility,
The greatness to be revealed in his acts. The
Harbinger of the Son, his voice pronounced the glory,
Loyal to the mother, who we cry, as banished children,
From the King’s forgotten Kingdom. To this the most loyal
Loving Harbinger, gathered his life, and spent it, commending
To the King his life, his spirit, and his hope, so shall I commit mine.