He runs. The shadow of death lingers
A slight shiver
The glimpse of beauty
Mortal attempt
To talk to thee
Thou alluded me in past
Still thou allude me
Via clouds of Death*
The conversation begins
The first wisps
Sweet pain… joy
A gruesome turn
Look to my left child
The scarlet’s in the urn
Shadows beckon
Grave-l path
Restoration promise
The blind floundered
The path advances
Vengeance encountered
The blade strikes
Lustful complacency
Doomed resplendence
Thou bleed beauty
A maiden smiles
Silver slits the dark
Stolen pleasures end sublime
A howl, a cry
What childhood reverie!
I capture thee
I capture eternity
Almost crossed
The robes slither
A soul rises
The heart withers
A kindred dream
Yearning a mundane road
But the Persian sings
Listen now…
The hymn of the White Sword
I bow to your spotted perfection
I follow you … my moon
Thou art hallowed
*The phrase “via Death” was used by my literature teacher, Prof. June Dias, on 19th December 2009 in one of our literature lectures. Her prior permission has been taken to use it in this poem.
