The Spirit Bride

These two poems were written years apart. The first was written in 2004.  After this, the spirit bride still haunted me. I felt I needed to write about her more.  So I wrote another one.  I only have two, so far, but I have a feeling there will be more to this series.  Enjoy!

The Spirit Bride

In the Western-fate
Of the Love-lost land,
The Spirit Bride
Takes her life.

In the Blackest night
Of the Holy place,
The dark ghost rider
Cries his cry.

In the quiet streets
Of the Darkest dream,
The Black rose petal
Finds its place.

In the Western-fate
Of the Love-lost land,
The Spirit Bride
Takes her life.

 

The Spirit Bride Returns

As the coyote howls
And the moon breaks free,
The Spirit Bride makes her wish.

The dusty, dirt road,
In the deserted, old town,
Leads to the lifeless nothing around.

Take a breath and then a step
While the gravel crunches beneath
And the breeze caresses the skin.

The Spirit Bride points abroad
Toward the emptiness within
And awakens the sleeping soul.

The stained black rose
Drops its velvet petals
And reflects itself on the hollowness inside.

Its appearance is bittersweet,
And reminiscent of sorrow,
While evoking memories of long ago.

The moon’s rays shine down
On the Spirit Bride and her love
And the stained black rose below.

 

Thanks for reading!

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s