The Forest of Red Leaves

Primroses
Dances before my very eyes
Wielding daggers amidst
Flurries of snow
Snow as hard as icicles
As they weep
Within their world filled with grief
Redemption
Is so very hard a thing to seek
As we dance
Among the snowfields
A cold hard world
Dream after dream
escapes us
Whistle in the wind she does
Call out with his dagger he does
Singing hard for the song of redemption
To take us over and bury us deep within snow
To lie asleep for a thousand years
In a frozen tomb of ice
Mercy, mercy, mercy upon us all
Dream the darkest dream of all
The witch, she laughs and says nothing
Only she knows what her spells can tell us all
Should we allow ourselves to be frozen over?
Or should we allow ourselves to be taken wither our heart leads us?
Redemption is a thing found in love and faith
Only whose love shall melt the heart of such a cynic?

Time.
I'm tired of
Turning and Twisting at the Hands of Time
Turning and glancing over my shoulder
A dream of a lifetime passing by
Hours surging by in this coma state
And wishing and wondering
And asking for a miracle wish
And yet wondering if the hands of time will just pass us by
Me and this miracle wish
And it will pass us overby
Like the sands of an hourglass
The sweep of sunlight over a sundial
The waves of time passing over me
It's a slap of cold reality for you
The understanding of time
It doesn't turn back for you
Nor give you enough time
To do the things you want to do
Out of this coma state
But sometimes in the night
It does stand still
Sands of time hovering in the air
And I can put my hand out
And slip in and out and between
The sands of time
I'm tired
Of Twisting and Turning in the Hands of Time
And now it's time to take a plunge
Head-first, cold-in
Into Time Itself.

Story of a Goddess (who chosed to forsake her worship).
I killed the world and the world killed me
It trembled at my feet
As I kicked the chains off of my ankles
over it
I sang to the world and the world sang to me
An it pleaseth me much
Like flower sprays which blossoms when I smile to them
Rain clouds fall over my shoulder
When I flicker my hair over my back
Sun shines over the land
When I cast my eyes over them
Amd why should I not enjoy?
The way they worship me?
Ancient stories have been told of me
Prayers have been offered up to me
But how they all do not know
How mortal-seeming my spirit is
For I enjoy hunting just as well as mortal man
And stalking as a puzzle game
I find the blood delights my heart
And I admire the joys of battle
And that was why I challenged the world
To fight with me
I'd rather forgo my worship
For the battlelust I truly crave
And so
Came one of the truly great fights fought
I fought the world and the world fought me
And I enjoyed it.

Desert Dances
Dancing in the desert
Hot sand under my feet
Blue sky above
Sun shining down
Across the dunes spread out
Dancing
Whirling patterns of shadows
Of my arms
Over the hot sand
Palm trees
Green branches
Swaying over my head
An oasis
Where rivers run
Sparkling in the sun
Like so many jewels
Jewels of Scherezade
Sultaness of the desert
And the dancers
They join me
Crimson bolts of silk twirling
Like the image of heatwaves
'Cross the desert dunes
Music sounds through the oasis
The rhythmic beats of drums
Dances of the fire
Twirl and flare and bend like the flame
As the heat builds up
Deep inside us
Hot sun
Upon my arms
As I dance
In the desert.