The moon releases a light, so cold
It chills me and fills me with stories untold
Another lost person, their life, a lost hymn
Whose slight silhouette this same moonlight did limn
Would wait for her lover on some far off shore,
And fall to her knees, this cold god to implore
This god, the pale moon, would her pleas disregard
Yet I pray thee, good reader; don't think the moon hard
For, for eons this heavenly body has played
Across sapphire skies, ever sure, undelayed,
And no mortal can hold long the lunar attention
The moon is forgetful, with each new ascension,
The past night is lost for the stars now to hold,
The stars keep the stories of heroes extolled.
But the moon hears the cries of the mourning and lost
And she cries for them all, and she pays the great cost
For what comfort could offer a heavenly sphere?
What aid could be given, relief for their fear?
There's naught she can share before traveling on,
So it's truly a blessing her memory's gone,
As the comfort of grievers, she can't bear the weight
Of the pain of the world, of their sadness and hate
She hears and forgets in one unending wheel
She always is turning, poor angel, can't feel
The pain of her children, the wretches of earth
She's watched us, unfeeling, since our planet's birth
She will watch ever on, till time's sand has all fell
And thereafter, good reader? Thenceforth, I can't tell.

Chill

Clouds of mist form with every breath I take,
Swirling lazily in the air.
Sparkling icicles hang precariously from the eaves,
begging for a small, mittened hand to reach out and pluck them.
The world has been frosted in diamonds, powdery pinpoints of light.
The trees have shed there verdant leaves for dresses of luminescent white.
Snowflakes fall down from the heavens, pure and unsoiled by man.

The Fall

I was stumbling, staggering, ready to fall,
when you came, a rock in the storm.
I clung to you, needing you every day,
An anchor to help me stand tall.
One day, though, the rock fell away into space,
and the ground was pulled out from beneath me,
I fell for forever, then landed in pain,
In a foreign and terrible place.
In this world there is blackness, true voidness of light
You must face all the things that go bump in the night.
So I'm here, in this gap, in this pit of despair.
No one sees me, to them, though, I never was there.
Invisible, no body ever did care
Just a face, no one saw me, or saw my true pain,
and now that I'm gone, bitter tears will not rain.
And no one will notice the day that I die
And for me, there won't be a person who'll cry.
So I sit in my blackness, alone, without friends.
Go one now, be gone now, achieve now your ends.
That's all that you care for, you're just like the rest.
But before you move on now, grant me one request:
Tell my friends that I love them, though they don't love me
Tell my foes to just open their eyes, and to see
Tell me best friend forever, forever is done.
Please, tell her, my hero, the only, the one
Who saw how I suffered, who saw how I cried
Please tell her I love her although I have died.
And to you, my dear reader, I leave you my life.
I leave you this tale of my struggle and strife.
move on now, and leave my to die in my peace.
And let me my sorrowful life now release.

Bede's Tale

Our friendship was strong, but how weak was I
How slow, and unyielding my will
You swore you would be with me always,
Forever returning my sisterly love
Each day I grew more to trust you,
A weak, unworthy, moron such as I.
Unworthy to see your face, I am,
But you cared for me, took care of me so,
And I will forever be sorry
That I could not see all you are good for,
How I could not see you were hurting.
But I swear I will always love you.
And anything for you I would do.
I will always care for and accept you,
You are the one I most miss,
So far above me,
But can you love me, too?

Scars on my Heart

Deep, bleeding slashes through my heart
Blood pools on the cold earth at my feet.
Make this unbearable pain stop! I beg you,
As other tears in my heart have closed up,
leaving only scars in my heart,
And agony in my memory.
Leave me with my fearful recollection,
Torment me no more, let me go!
A patchwork heart, mangled beyond recognition
by the scars of the past, and their pain,
Still throbs from the torture it endured.

Poor Wretch

Shivering, Huddled in the dark,
A trembling, shaking, sad wretch.
Weak, broken body that's wracked with sobs,
a thin, pale, scarred arm you outstretch.
Pleading for a passer by
to take notice, take pity on you.
But they walk on past, never seeing
Any mercy they feel, they subdue.
And you shake with the cold of their cruelty,
as you shake with the wintry cold.
You will die on the pavement, unheeded
By the people who's souls have been sold.

Drowning

Drowning in sadness, I breathe my last breath.
In hate suffocated, I welcome my death.
Branded by heartbreak, I plead for an end.
Tortured by losing my single, best friend.
Each day when I wake up, I'm sad 'cause I know
She never will love me, but I can't let go.