A few thoughts of now.

[Joshua Dyre]

A light so soft burned through my soul last night. Illuminated in the brilliance that ruptured through my open window, my breathe was caught. Divinity waved a red flag, watching me with searching eyes. No bull's target this sign. A symbol kindred to the hornet's dress, urgent in it's warning of impending doom.

I turned my sleeping eyes away and buried my sight within another world. Fingers clawed at picture frames, but came back empty. Then one memory resolved itself. My Juliet took my heart and cradled it with reasurring whispers. Then this she said "Thy heart, thy blood, thy soul.. these comrades suffer in their companionship. This avatar is hope. Strength too, but this form is false." I fled.

Dice alighted on oak to the sound of bones rattling in a rusted cell. Lady Luck's favour is her own. Cell-shards twisted in my side, poisoning my thoughts and weakening my treasured will that once was so strong. Lucifer's grip was mighty, aided as he was by the vine. I felt the fires of hell. I felt the dark touch spreading through this mortal coil.

When I awoke to the glittering warmth of dawn, clad in my own suit of naked sweat, I finally breathed. The first breathe of a new genesis. Reconstruction. Salvation. Twin doves fluttered beyond my living gaze. Divinity's horn sounded. Then all was silent.

[Karey]

I love William Shakespeare's poems so I thought I would post some of my fav's for everyone to read......

Come, Night; Come, Romeo

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night
Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

 William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

-- William Shakespeare

[Joshua Dyre]

I love Shakespeare, my favourite play has to be Much Ado About Nothing. It's interesting however that you reacted to one small reference to the playwright. *L* But any excuse is good enough for spouting his works I guess.

[Joshua Dyre]

This anchorage has slipped, my soul cast adrift alone like the Celeste on an unforgiving tide. My birdsongs have abandoned me, leaving me in a silence all too heavy, all too loud. I feel the pain of Adam in losing sight of Eden, and the woe of Eve lost in the remorse of my own doings.

Be not the speaker astride his petty perch. Do not think to judge a man who has already judged himself. I know my crimes. Lend me instead a length of hemp. My own hands can do the rest. Nay. I jest. Though I feel my hope flee like the hope of the knights of Troy when the last day beckoned, I have not yet lost my heart.

I shall persevere. I shall take the bit between my teeth and push on. Up hills unending. Through storms aplenty. My skin burning to the touch of icy rain. My skin stripping to the words of careless tongues. My heart bleeding to the touch of dubious sirens. Eden lies there still. The apple seeds can be planted, and life can spring anew.

Or do I delude myself. Can a man change, when the change requires so much alteration. Mayhaps I should simply wish to be another. Walk ten steps in lighter shoes. Nay. I would not force this life in exchange upon another. Not when I have travelled the hardest of my roads.. not when the horizon seems so close. I have walked my penance in advance. I ask only for my reward.

[Karey]

Much Ado About Nothing is a beautiful but tragic play, and it is alos one of my favs too.

[Joshua Dyre]

*L* I wouldn't have said tragic at all. In Much Ado it only seems tragedy until the truth is revealed at it's finale. It's actually quite a comical romance, especially the way that Benedict and Beatrice, so against each other at the start, end up so truly in love at the ending. It's actually one of the bard's lighter plays.

Anyways, back to the erratic ramblings of today:

I wear my pain now like shining steel, like the plated armour of the heroes of old. Yet I feel humble like the penitent monk inside. My woes protect me from further harm, a sign ten feet high that proclaims the danger of a dragon waiting to snatch the unwary. My life in the tower may be solitary, but it is safe.

The errant heart however desires a final journey. This gauntlet wishes to once more feel the silk of human intimacy. Perhaps my reigning in, the very solitude I have craved for protection, has resulted in my pursuit of wastrel vices. Perhaps in losing the dance, I have gained the hamster's wheel, becoming a relentless rodent chasing after the prize. A prize of fool's gold.

Juliet has burdened my nights more so since the last full moon. Her memory ways heavy. Thoughts of the lover's knot she shares with Lancelot soon, thoughts of the frost killed rose. Perhaps of the flower to come that shall not have my name to bear upon it. These things rend at my soul. Perhaps as Arthur I must turn away, but as Romeo I am fated in my recklessness, my stubborness, and my foolish pride.

To the last dance.