TITLE: Tree of Knowledge (Guardian Star)
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
SUMMARY: Malcolm, Hoshi, metaphor and pain. Loneliness in an oyster shell.
DISCLAIMER: I don't even use their names in this, so I think it's moot, but either way, they aren't mine! :-D
CODES: R/S, Malcolm POV
CATEGORY: Poetry, romance, angst
NOTES: Okay, standard disclaimer whenever I do poetry: I AM SO NOT A POET. If what you read below bores the heck out of you, or puts you to sleep, or leaves you somehow less human than when you started, I take no responsibility, since I'm warning you ahead of time. LOL! So read at your own risk! All that said, I hope you enjoy. :-D
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I have flourished by your river,
I have tarnished in your shade.
The Devil dealt his cards to you;
my soul is bought and paid.
Pole Star on a frigid night,
Day Star of the waxing light,
Rise like Venus; set your sights
On this wicked garden sprite,
Duty-bound to your delights;
Your heliotrope with blue, blue eyes;
The narcissus who hoardes your sighs;
Fragrant footpaths be your guide
To tiger lily, who guards your side.
All of Nature's awesome might -
Bent to shimmer in your light -
Bows its head to you tonight,
Mistress Morning, Mistress Night.
And I sojourn at your right hand,
'Twixt the river and the land,
Waiting for your last command:
Do I drown, or do I stand?
You will not speak those final words;
I will not hear that final curse.
Or, if it benediction be,
You will not say it sweet to me.
Instead, the wind will let me know
If I should stay or I should go.
But sickly humor, wry and quick,
is the Devil's curséd trick.
For if you love me, in my bliss,
Death will claim me with her kiss.
And if you don't, in my despair,
my soul will ever linger there,
On the shaded, dappled strand
Of water-lapped and rippled land;
'Tween the river and the leaves
of aromatic Apple Trees.
Ignorance, my saving grace,
Contents itself and contemplates
The plains and plateaus of your face,
and wallows in Sin, its resting place.
Blesséd woman, guardian star,
Your name a fault line on my heart;
You bought my Soul, but at what price?
I love you once, you damn me twice.
THE END
AUTHOR: Mnemosyne
SUMMARY: Malcolm, Hoshi, metaphor and pain. Loneliness in an oyster shell.
DISCLAIMER: I don't even use their names in this, so I think it's moot, but either way, they aren't mine! :-D
CODES: R/S, Malcolm POV
CATEGORY: Poetry, romance, angst
NOTES: Okay, standard disclaimer whenever I do poetry: I AM SO NOT A POET. If what you read below bores the heck out of you, or puts you to sleep, or leaves you somehow less human than when you started, I take no responsibility, since I'm warning you ahead of time. LOL! So read at your own risk! All that said, I hope you enjoy. :-D
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I have flourished by your river,
I have tarnished in your shade.
The Devil dealt his cards to you;
my soul is bought and paid.
Pole Star on a frigid night,
Day Star of the waxing light,
Rise like Venus; set your sights
On this wicked garden sprite,
Duty-bound to your delights;
Your heliotrope with blue, blue eyes;
The narcissus who hoardes your sighs;
Fragrant footpaths be your guide
To tiger lily, who guards your side.
All of Nature's awesome might -
Bent to shimmer in your light -
Bows its head to you tonight,
Mistress Morning, Mistress Night.
And I sojourn at your right hand,
'Twixt the river and the land,
Waiting for your last command:
Do I drown, or do I stand?
You will not speak those final words;
I will not hear that final curse.
Or, if it benediction be,
You will not say it sweet to me.
Instead, the wind will let me know
If I should stay or I should go.
But sickly humor, wry and quick,
is the Devil's curséd trick.
For if you love me, in my bliss,
Death will claim me with her kiss.
And if you don't, in my despair,
my soul will ever linger there,
On the shaded, dappled strand
Of water-lapped and rippled land;
'Tween the river and the leaves
of aromatic Apple Trees.
Ignorance, my saving grace,
Contents itself and contemplates
The plains and plateaus of your face,
and wallows in Sin, its resting place.
Blesséd woman, guardian star,
Your name a fault line on my heart;
You bought my Soul, but at what price?
I love you once, you damn me twice.
THE END
