Betrayal of Kin
It then followed that she was to a girls’ home sent,
and in such a domain was her innocence bent.
For she held within her such tones of sorrow
that hatred itself did her own heart borrow.
She wished for justice and dreamed to repay
the murder of her father who’d been taken that day.
and it not long followed that justice was brought,
for truth is unbound and GOD is not mocked.
Her uncle had been a fool to in such a manner behave,
and for the rest of his life, he would in a prison cell rave.
Yet often through justice is not a human heart healed,
for in her own conscience her own wrath was revealed.
She had been fond of uncle and father arrayed,
and their love and trust both had been by him betrayed.
So had it become habit to trust but a few,
and her suspicion, once prompted, like a weed within a garden grew.
and in such a domain was her innocence bent.
For she held within her such tones of sorrow
that hatred itself did her own heart borrow.
She wished for justice and dreamed to repay
the murder of her father who’d been taken that day.
and it not long followed that justice was brought,
for truth is unbound and GOD is not mocked.
Her uncle had been a fool to in such a manner behave,
and for the rest of his life, he would in a prison cell rave.
Yet often through justice is not a human heart healed,
for in her own conscience her own wrath was revealed.
She had been fond of uncle and father arrayed,
and their love and trust both had been by him betrayed.
So had it become habit to trust but a few,
and her suspicion, once prompted, like a weed within a garden grew.
Insomnia
The wisemen amongst each other took
council under the gothic trees,
whilst the damsel in her devotedness
then prayed upon her knees.
She prayed for strength and for the grace
to part gently from her admired,
but that her shame and guiltiness
might never be from her retired.
Her mentor now awake did wander,
so she intended to retain
in effort to stay a conscious mind
whilst that vigil did still remain.
But not only this night had she battled sleep
and hid from its embrace,
But recent nights had she avoided sleep
in an insomniac’s craze.
Now failed by energy and devoid of strength
she was by her nature betrayed:
Her constitution fell and her body supported
by the pew that was before her arrayed.
In unconsciousness did she fall over it,
her body desperate for rest.
Her elbows fell down, her shoulders grew loose,
her head lay now on her breast.
Once more did her locks her eyes enshroud--
beauty by beauty was hidden.
Assuming the innocence and disorder of a child,
guilt and blame were from her driven.
And the priest and the wiseman could not have been shamed
for allowing her thus to collapse,
for they thought she was seated, and their backs were turned toward her
as in converse they now did elapse.
So quietly had her decline then been
that she'd known it not even herself,
And down the ladder to that realm of illusion
did her conscience now explore itself.
council under the gothic trees,
whilst the damsel in her devotedness
then prayed upon her knees.
She prayed for strength and for the grace
to part gently from her admired,
but that her shame and guiltiness
might never be from her retired.
Her mentor now awake did wander,
so she intended to retain
in effort to stay a conscious mind
whilst that vigil did still remain.
But not only this night had she battled sleep
and hid from its embrace,
But recent nights had she avoided sleep
in an insomniac’s craze.
Now failed by energy and devoid of strength
she was by her nature betrayed:
Her constitution fell and her body supported
by the pew that was before her arrayed.
In unconsciousness did she fall over it,
her body desperate for rest.
Her elbows fell down, her shoulders grew loose,
her head lay now on her breast.
Once more did her locks her eyes enshroud--
beauty by beauty was hidden.
Assuming the innocence and disorder of a child,
guilt and blame were from her driven.
And the priest and the wiseman could not have been shamed
for allowing her thus to collapse,
for they thought she was seated, and their backs were turned toward her
as in converse they now did elapse.
So quietly had her decline then been
that she'd known it not even herself,
And down the ladder to that realm of illusion
did her conscience now explore itself.
Trouble Sleeping
So quietly had her decline then been
that she'd known it not even herself,
And down the ladder to that realm of illusion
did her conscience now explore itself.
So did she after not long become conscious
whilst confined to her repose,
And despite--or because of the boundaries of sleep,
she searches the ideas she knows.
Consciousness within subconsciousness:
a paradox so intertwined.
And a living dark cloud with a ringed planet within--
So bewildering did such a thing seem. (a)
With a force with a might beyond gravity,
it beckoned all things inside.
Her recollection of events and sayings
closed all about her in dream. (a)
She heard the notes of human voice distorted,
echoed, and all but lovely.
It seemed it might be her own judgement,
and her fear at it grew doubly.
The clouds about her emanated
with light in flashes and bursts,
And that planet within grew larger
still as it consumed all even the earth.
It shuddered and quaked and groaned
as though the whole universe were contained within,
And that great dark planet shrieked so horribly
that even her mind was pierced by the din.
Then did that orb of lightning and mass
then rupture at the seams,
And from it, all the things concealed now rushed
and fled within her dreams.
They encircle her and hurry about,
as though they all wish to be near,
So she sorts them in a hierarchy
of the things she holds most dear.
Closest to her are those things
that melt her heart with her own sugar,
And she banishes at distance as far as possible
those things of doubt and rigour.
As though in a realm of infinity
distance and time prevail,
She believes that she can conceal herself,
and in this task does she fail:
The last will be first and the first will be last
among those things so sorted
And the spectrum of memories and things of pleasure
within their order inverted.
Now nearest her were the things she hated--
or feared or could not contain
And the chaos about her reigned for a moment
before a sweet taste of rain.
As all in this realm seemed to invert,
so also did that sound.
What before had seemed so far beyond her
now lay near to the ground.
And that voice which had roared so fearfully
and had once caused her to shudder
Was calmed to a note of gentleness
and one thing more did it utter...
that she'd known it not even herself,
And down the ladder to that realm of illusion
did her conscience now explore itself.
So did she after not long become conscious
whilst confined to her repose,
And despite--or because of the boundaries of sleep,
she searches the ideas she knows.
Consciousness within subconsciousness:
a paradox so intertwined.
And a living dark cloud with a ringed planet within--
So bewildering did such a thing seem. (a)
With a force with a might beyond gravity,
it beckoned all things inside.
Her recollection of events and sayings
closed all about her in dream. (a)
She heard the notes of human voice distorted,
echoed, and all but lovely.
It seemed it might be her own judgement,
and her fear at it grew doubly.
The clouds about her emanated
with light in flashes and bursts,
And that planet within grew larger
still as it consumed all even the earth.
It shuddered and quaked and groaned
as though the whole universe were contained within,
And that great dark planet shrieked so horribly
that even her mind was pierced by the din.
Then did that orb of lightning and mass
then rupture at the seams,
And from it, all the things concealed now rushed
and fled within her dreams.
They encircle her and hurry about,
as though they all wish to be near,
So she sorts them in a hierarchy
of the things she holds most dear.
Closest to her are those things
that melt her heart with her own sugar,
And she banishes at distance as far as possible
those things of doubt and rigour.
As though in a realm of infinity
distance and time prevail,
She believes that she can conceal herself,
and in this task does she fail:
The last will be first and the first will be last
among those things so sorted
And the spectrum of memories and things of pleasure
within their order inverted.
Now nearest her were the things she hated--
or feared or could not contain
And the chaos about her reigned for a moment
before a sweet taste of rain.
As all in this realm seemed to invert,
so also did that sound.
What before had seemed so far beyond her
now lay near to the ground.
And that voice which had roared so fearfully
and had once caused her to shudder
Was calmed to a note of gentleness
and one thing more did it utter...