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 black rock, moon glow



 shadows that hide the way



 smooth glass, falling star



 off the path we stray




 fading night, quiet steps



 embrace the break of day



 fools gold, lost prayers



 keep the demons at bay




 high cliffs, crowning clouds



 the words we try to say



 distant dreams, sad journey



 we touch the sun and pray


 

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 I struggle with these thoughts



 that place me far inside




 with windows all surrounding



 I barely touch those wispy figures




 as they parade their soul's music



 for me to interpret 


 

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 in the infinite silence



 between moments



 exists an eternity of answers



 to our one question


 

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 Glendyn's Song


 many years

 have passed the mark

 since I last sang

 this song


 many swords

 have crossed their blades

 many souls

 have suffered


 but my eyes grow weak

 and my beard grows long

 with peace

 now being offered


 so once more

 I tell this tale

 once more

 I ride this demon


 crouch down close

 to my fire

 for the cold

 sinks to your bones


 as the shackles of

 the evil eye

 turns back

 those bygone days

 


 Glendyn was my given name

 in that carnage so long ago

 now my spirit roams these darkened halls

 with the hearth now centuries cold

 and though my body is long since dust

 my story must be told


 we were the mighty brethren

 in long boats we did arrive

 we had our quest to fight and burn

 slaying all we found alive

 and as we marched across the land

 you heard our battle cry


 the winter's breath was our friend

 fierceness was our shield

 we fought until the death of all

 our honor would not yield

 and of the brothers in battle lost

 we burned upon the field 


 entire towns we left in ruins

 dying embers in the snow

 the gods required sacrifice

 our blood-thirst they did know

 and as we crossed the village gate

 our blades strained to taste our foe


 there was plunder that we gathered

 young lasses that we caught

 we kept them for our pleasures

 the rewards of battles fought

 and the goddess that we worshipped

 was the destruction that we wrought


 we raised our swords in victory

 our shields hung by our side

 for underfoot lay the broken bodies

 of the innocent that died

 and the blood that froze to mother-earth

 surely brought tears into her eyes

 

 now I've seen the tunnel's glimmer

 of this punishment forlorn

 I hear the children screaming

 as my soul is burned and torn

 and I await the eternal quiet

 of their forgiveness and their scorn


 the light is growing stronger

 my dust trembles beneath the stone

 their far off voices speak to me

 as the seeds of mercy sown

 and my misery hangs in tatters

 as gristle from the bone


 my peace is that much nearer

 the gods hear my anguished plea

 for I am the last brethren

 who still journeys this dark sea

 and with my endless song now over

 I am, forever free 


 

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 sad times that roll on by



 a smile that breaks the barrier


 a motion of hands


 disperse the vapor of despair


 eyes searching, above and out


 finding that essence


 embracing the ways of the past


 discovering lightness


 buried in thoughts


 multicolored confusion


 breathless escape


 sun-sparkling corridor


 central spire of fleeting hope



 pause in those quiet times


  

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 chains that have nothing to say



 the cell door swings empty




 windows barred against the light



 the walls drip silent and dark




 shadows delimit the space between time



 the lock thunders across forever




 alone now with the future



 the past swirls away




 and is gone 


 

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 there lives a spirit



 under an ancient moon



 that glides across a lake




 entering the woods



 finding a sleeping form



 for its soul to take




 like a silent breeze



 placing a cold hand



 you shudder yourself awake

 



 burning with fear



 and living the dream



 peace with your god you make



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 indian heart, hidden in shadows

 dappled sunlight through ancient trees



 soft sounds heard, keen the hunger

 black eyes searching the forest floor



 swift pursuit, quick the capture

 strong hands hold a quivering life



 stone knife falls, merciful silence

 crimson offering to the skies above



 loping run, return to family

 sharing strength while sharing love



 feel sun's warmth, cloud's give comfort

 as god smiles down on laughing children



 indian heart, return to beauty

 to hunt again under the vast blue sky

 

 

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 for I have spoken, spoken for this day


 and in your hands, the shapeless clay...



 formed by pressure


 you hold your life



 formed by thoughts


 you hold your future



 formed by heat


 you hold the past



 formed by tears


 you hold our sadness



 formed by love


 you hold me


 

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 I wish I knew the lives we lived



 to ease the pain in this one




 I wish I knew the words we said



 to now count the final tally




 I wish I knew the feelings we shared



 to complete this one last picture




 I wish I knew the way to touch you



 to stay in your heart forever


 

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 empty pages




 silent pen




 trudging alone




 along the path




 again



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 copyright Patrick O'Neil



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