Drunk with desire, sunk in despair,
We cannot give up, for we're almost there,
Though none of us knows just where.
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Torren
He screamed in the night,
And his cries shook the mountains
'Til the valleys roared like thunder,
And all who heard were joined
In his violent anguish.
He fell to his knees,
His hands clenched in fists of steel,
His eyes closed against the dark sky
That boiled around him,
Raging, as wild as he.
Trembling lightning cracked,
Shredding the tattered heaven,
Shredding the soul of this one man,
Who stood before the gales
Broke, battered and bleeding.
Chaffed and worn he knelt,
Becoming one with the night
As it flung him beyond his sight,
One spirit lost, alone;
One spirit to wander.
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Warrior's Farewell
The Mirrel bled it's tender tear
To nourish earth beneath the bier
Where lay the warrior, wrapped in red,
With sword at side and crown on head.
So cold and pale, the ivory brow,
Once fierce and fiery; silent now
Those tender lips, that speak no more,
Once laughed and loved, whispered and roared.
Those still-grown hands, so strong and sure,
Swung mighty blade, made arrow blur
Across the sky from bended bow.
Those hands that battled desperate foe,
Yet tender held his gentle bride
When nightly laid he by her side.
Those hawkish eyes, once sharp and keen,
Glinting like steel beneath a screen,
Are closed, forever sightless now,
No more to witness earth and plow,
The blushing sky, the scarlet sun,
The ebon night when day is done;
No more to stalk the hunted prey,
The deer, the hart, the wolf of grey,
The villain bold, the enemy
Across the distant lapping sea.
Those cold dark eyes kept vigil well
And by his weapons many fell.
The gallant heart that swelled his breast
Lies now unmoved, in endless rest.
The passions that once burned inside,
The love, the hate, fierce warrior's pride,
Have fled the hollow empty shell,
Enshrouded now in death's dark spell.
So we who are left upon the field
Stand stiff and silent as in drill
To mark the passing of command
And say farewell to valiant man,
Amidst the beat of solemn drum
And wailing pipe, morose and glum.
Beneath the grey and tattered sky,
We blink a tear from out our eye,
Each knowing in our hearts his worth,
We place him now into the earth
And in her gentle care we pray
He'll rest eternal, warm and safe.
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Bonnie Mutchler has written hundreds of poems since her childhood, several of which have been published in anthologies. She lives in Missouri with her one eyed cat Blinky and loves her Super Poke Pets, Clucky and Piggly Wiggly.
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