Fading Mists

Heroes came and went and faded.
Princes of the realm were always jaded
by their ancient ancestry. The gentleness
of mist was fading. Lightning struck
their structures, fading into jungle lore.
While at the core, the heat was
overwhelming. Needing a release
in time and space. But not in their
uncaring ways. Oh no, another
pattern must be found.

The love could not be grounded
in their apathetic moods.
Becoming yet another cloud,
she circled round it all.
And found it wanting.
Male-based, the hierarchy
had tied itself into a basic wrong.
Where once their songs brought
tones of harmony, the base of their
guitars droned on as if in agony.

The symphony could not exist in that.
Another door, she turned its sticky latch.
And there, within the shadows dwelled
their yet unspoken hearts. She sought
to set them free, but found that they
were comforted by their imprisonment.
Less fearful than the great unknown,
the voices droned in fear - of what...?
The crumbling of structure? More
than that. Fear of death and hellfire
everlasting. No, the pain they held
was what they really feared the most.

A host of spirits, lost in time.
Tossed into a lonely space
without the rhythm, rhyme, and
beat that life so needs to keep it going on.
The beating of a steady heart. The spark
of love extending into flames
that lived into eternity.

Any other way just doesn't work.
It never really did.
Complicated systems based on dread.
Division and duplicity enhanced
the games they played, where every
win created yet another loss, per se.
Enchanted webs of intellect had only
led to yet another stupor. Their physics
never met their hearts at all. And so
they stalled again and yet again.

Mechanics in the mind of only men.
When reality could not deny the field
of relationships that swept them up
and threw them down again.
While heroes came and went and faded.
Princes of the realm were always jaded
by their ancient ancestry.

The gentleness of female mists was fading.
Lightning struck their structures,
fading back into the jungle lore.
While at the core, the heat was
overwhelming. Needing a release
in time and space. But not in their
uncaring ways. Oh no, another
pattern must be found, if e'er
they wished to ever just move on...

? Michaelette ?

7/15/2003
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