The end of the beginning/The Rose

So wow i am actually going to go into blogging. To be honest i wanted to do this for quite some time now. Just never could get my lazy ass to actually do it. Well this is my chance to pen down my thoughts and world view as well and serve as a dairy of sorts i guess. So lets start off with one of my favorite poem i did. The Rose. Inspiration from Robert Browning's Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came.

The Rose



I

Lightning piercing dark black clouds

Chaos, anarchy and fear abound

The end has come for all but few

The merciless sun is all I feel



II

The quest for the rose is not for naught

Trudging on though Childe I am not

Sword, shield and amour I wore

'On my honor i will not fail' I swore



III

'Fail thee must and fail thee will'

A voice disembodied, a chill

Brandish my sword to nothingness I did

The thing i killed was time and not it



IV

'Protect the rose, I must! For fear, I not'

'Heed me! To go on, then fool thou art'

'If death awaits then conquer it i shall'

'Then go, For to the rose thee shall fall'



V

The voice, haunting, drifting, drifting, gone

Arduous my task the life of the lone

Childe I am not, wordslinger i am

The rose, the rose, will you save or will you damn



VI

Blood, blood, blood, all in my way i slew

The rose awaits this knowledge i knew

So close to the rose, its whisper i could hear

Doubt, fear, confusion surfaced as i near



VII

'Fool indeed thou art to come to the rose'

'Show thyself coward' I cried my defiance

Face my adversary I did, for the enemy was me

'Turn back! The rose belongs not to thee"




VIII

Steel to steel, dust to dust, blood shall flow

Perished my dark side was and behold the rose

The beautiful pink rose, defenses long forgotten

So long have i dreamed of it, so long, so long




IX

Pain, agony, my heart , the thorns pierced my heart

To the rose thee shall fall and to the to the rose i fell

The word slinger, pierced, crushed and broken by the rose

No more! No more! The word slinger slain by the rose



X

Darkness, Emptiness, Void, Nothing, Nothing

Pain, death, air! Breath I must and breath I did

The rain was falling, i laid on the dirt, petal and thorns

Death conquered but the rose was gone



XI

The rain has stopped my heart still aches

The rose, the rose where have thou gone

Petal and thorns, Petal and thorns

The word slinger to the rose came, his journey never ends