How wretched her days were
Dark clouds hanging over the horizon
Heavy with the promised rain
Taunting parched lands and her soul
If only the darkness breaks apart
To drench the world below
For the world was already breaking
And her mouth dry as the desert
-The elusive scribe 06152017-
She thought she knew her story
The story she mistook for a fairy tale
She said she was the princess wearing a crown
Waiting for her prince in her castle up in the clouds
Yet her patience grew thin
As her knight in shining armor remains missing
Her castle no longer feels like home
A dreaded prison she needs to escape from
So she cut off her long, flowing locks
And ditched her embroidered gown
Standing naked in front of a mirror
She saw a woman grown
No prince or knight will come and save her
So she thought to escape her darkened castle
Wearing an armor made from light and shadows
She fought the monsters and villains that lived in her halls
Bloodied, bruised, and hurting
She stepped down and out from the castle, her prison
Stronger than when she was first brought in
She was no longer a princess but a queen proud and standing tall
-TheElusiveScribe 04202017-
I am a shadow among the shadows
A silent spectator that thirsts
For blood to run freely
Condemned for eternity
A wraith and nothing more
Looking for my salvation
Between the rush of souls
Unaware of death I bring
Or is it life that I give?
-TheElusiveScribe 04102017-
Spilled ink spoiled her day
blotting out her mishap
she was cross all the way
“Why bother?” she said,
“He doesn’t miss me anyway.”
-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-
She sits still and in silence
watching the blank screen
empty like her mind,
the cursor blinks tauntingly
again and again and again
waiting impatiently for her fingers
to start dancing on the keys
to spill her thoughts, her memories,
the blood of her enemies
it waits for a confession,
her damning admission
yet she sits there, watching,
waiting
-TheElusiveScribe 04092017-
I know I’ve been behind with my daily poetry but I will try to do more today.
She speaks in poetry
The only language she knows
Her longings and desires
She carefully shape into words
Hoping that you’ll see them
And learn the truth
Why she smiles through the darkness
And covers the scars that she bears
Why she loves in silence
And why her tears are never shed
-TheElusiveScribe 04052017-
