"Passings"
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Passings"

Barely breathing, hardly here
A life soon passing; drawing near
A soul of walls keeps closing in
Where it may go; where it has been

Darkest shadows, wicked light
They sit right by your side this night
A stranger's voice keeps calling you
To come on home and dawn anew

Lifetime passes by these eyes
Truths be told; wears no disguise
A soul be cleansed; prepared a course
With all its good; less its remorse

Lifting upwards, Heaven brings,
Angels bear untarnished wings
And guided to a promised place,
To taste its light of sweet embrace

Copyright 2006 Elias Rathgar

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"Alone"
Category: Writing and Poetry

"Alone"

When all but written, said and done;
The blazing sun sinks deep behind
A far horizon, she'll make her run
As darkness falls; the day refined
Clouds roll and thicken, fill the space
Stars once shining, concede their place
Echoes of thunder ignite the air
Resonates off this concrete lair

Behind these musty walls of gloom
A sacred hollow to retreat;
Lies way beneath a castle room
Secluded chamber; a place so sweet
Deathly silence; she fills the air
The only sound, a faint heartbeat
Outside, the crash of pouring rains,
Seep through these walls and in my veins

Alone; such joy placed in a sadness
To write forever; subdue its madness
Alone; as demons peer overhead,
And witness words about the dead
Alone; such pain, but 'tis a pleasure
A verse be done; create such treasure
Sweet agony; all I've ever known
'Tis no place like to be alone

Copyright 2007 Elias Rathgar

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"The Devil’s Protégé"
Category: Writing and Poetry

"The Devil's Protégé"

Blackness in an endless hole
Barren lands that fill a soul
Vacated eyes; resembling coal
A breath of ice, beyond control

Devil's blood; it flows so well
Through the vines that thrive in Hell
Nurtured by the fiend himself,
And powers of his wicked spell

Performing deeds he leaves for me
Dirty work done so gleefully
After all, there is eternity,
To rid a place of purity

'Tis so much time to get it right
Each deed be done with sick delight
To wipe the world of its pure light,
And smear it's sun far out of sight

Copyright 2008 Elias Rathgar

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