waking

i watch
the fog roll off the lake
and over the city until i am
surrounded by its thick, cold dampness
before i step into the unknown.

the darkness of winter
mornings, chill, early,
before the city awakes

allows for meditation.

i find myself--in the darkness of winter mornings.

Elisesofia’s Vengence

love escapes from her veins 

warm and flowing as her face pales in the darkness.  

her breath shallow she gives her life to regain his.

he lies unknowing in the dark.  

body wrought with scars.  

he screamed for days 

and just as his voice ran out she gave him breath again.

he. 

     wakes. 

                slowly. 

                            rising. 

                                      breath.  

                                                 stolen. 

by the sight of her, 

limp and cold now before him, his child in her arms.  

The Gods tremble at his rage 

and his purpose is realized 

as he cradles the infant she gave him.  

remnant of Love

dim light illuminates her,

standing naked once more, proud.

shivering as cool air

passes over pale skin

that now swells to reveal new growth

the last remnant of Love.

she shakes away the single tear and stands, strong.

to walks back into the deep comfort of the forest.

rain falls quietly in the night, again

and she runs, wildly in the dark

carrying the child born to destiny,

with spite following just behind

crossing through the waters
she hands the child to the trees
and turns, facing spite

from the trees emerge the few
who still believe in Love's remnant,

and without a word they stand to fight.