Sacrifice to the Knight

"I will not be controlled! I am
the master of my fate.
Destiny dances to MY piper's tune!"

A hand comes down and moves me
one square forward.

85/03/06

Another poem from Flowers and Vice

Talent

Sifting dust with my soul
proffered forth in cupped hands
Threads of blood and thick gray dust
chips of bone and sweat
and rust

Sodden mud; the tears of anger
sterile
fall through clutching hands

Bitter salt in soul`s revealing
dryness freed and yet undone
Turn away in foul loathing.

Thin and cold and dead and done.

1985

____________

Well that was a cheery year.

Alleluia

If I recall

Your title was, and still is
"The Bright and Morning Star"

And if

the carol is correct
"...the Morning Stars together
proclaimed the holy birth."

Then

With what irony, did you sing?
(Bass, at the back, on the left
I'm sure)

Announcing HIS birth.
In whose Name -- enough atrocities
will be and are perpetuated,

To sate even you?

And

HIS birth - according to some,
will end all the struggle,
So you can stop.

Even Lucifer

I should think (perhaps even especially)
would get weary of darkness.

What thoughts,
Passed through the glowing mind
of Dark -- Light bearer -- as you sang?

Morning Star

Together.

Dec. 2003

New Blog

One of my books, that I initially debuted in Eclipse Court, now has a blog all its own.

It is Kyrus at KyrusTalain.blogspot.com. I will be updating the site with artwork and various gadgets along the way.



























































































































































I've moved












yrustalain.blogspot.com is where it is.