I've received several inquiries as to why I haven't posted any of my fan poetry at this site. The answer is that I don't really know why. So I'm posting just a few of my old favorites here, while I wait for my muse to get back to work. Comments are always welcome, as are new fanfic friends.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from "Starsky and Hutch." I do occasionally borrow them, but never with fraudulent intent or with an eye to monetary gain.
The episode is "Bloodbath." The POV should be obvious.
Madmen and Poets
By e-pony
I dreamed of an end
That was a beginning.
I dreamed of a race
The time clock was winning.
I dreamed of a star –
From the far, eastern sky –
Caught like a fly
In the web I was spinning,
And of one lonely paladin,
Desperate and pale,
Jousting at shadows
In quest of his grail.
xxx
I dreamed of a sunrise,
Bloody and frightening.
I dreamed of a slaughter
At the morning's first brightening.
I dreamed of the knight
Madly pursuing his course,
Astride a red horse
Forged from steel and lightning.
I dreamed the First Kingdom,
Was purged of man's stain
By the dark, cleansing blood
Of a warrior slain.
xxx
Only madmen and poets
See truth in their dreaming,
Divining the future
From visions and seeming.
But only madmen and gods
Devise fate through their scheming.
xxx
I dreamed of a plan –
Vengeful, deceiving.
I dreamed of compliance
Among those believing.
I dreamed that the hero –
Clad no longer in white –
Wept in the night,
For dishonor and grieving.
And I dreamed of a heaven,
From inside my own hell,
Of the world I would build,
Beyond the walls of this cell.
xxx
I dreamed of a beginning
That ended too soon.
I dreamed my own death
Before the new the moon,
For who could envision,
At death's scheduled hour,
Two souls with the power
To wreak a god's ruin?
Now, I wait, and I watch,
And I dream my demise,
For the dream is the truth
In the madman's eyes.
