GatesOfMidnight

Long enough you’ve been away, Longer still I’ve missed you… Yet I find with great dismay That I still cannot resist you.

I. This is the tale of Edgar, a man doomed to fall Who, courted by Death, ran away from it all. He hid and he stalled as much as he could For all of his life, he was misunderstood. You may all inquire: “But why does he run?” You see, he’s a writer and he’s not yet done. His words have no rhythm, his passion’s diminished But he firmly refuses to leave it unfinished. “No ending’s ever good enough, my words have lost meaning How will I ever finish when Death’s out there scheming?”, Sad as it may be, Death does lie in wait For a chance to bring Edgar closer to his fate. II. In a little cabin,

“There’ll be no truce!” Is what she wrote Then slid the noose Around her throat

Sometimes it’s more than “stupid” or even “idiotic”, Sometimes even “insane” won’t do And then there are times when something “neurotic” Is simply just “deranged” to you. Sometimes it’s less than “love” but more than a “whim”, Sometimes you just don’t know And then there are times when you say that it’s “grim” When “ghastly” ’s the right way to go. Sometimes it’s less “knowing” and more “feeling” That gets you through your day And then there are times when something &ld

The wind has whispered secrets. Lo! Such reckless indiscretion! Beware for when the wind may blow, It brings about transgression. This impish farce has gone too far Without it even caring About the people it could scar By simply oversharing. But, careless wind, we all must pay For deeds we have committed And yours, though childish, did betray And will not be acquitted.

Sorrow, hatred – none shall prevail Beneath time’s unforgiving veil For we are naught but grains of sand ‘twixt fingers of time’s neutral hand And even when convictions burn, Time’s careless flow shall not return. Time is unjust for it forgets The nature of profound regrets, A love that’s lost, a child who cries, A fresh tear from a widow’s eyes Or joyful moments in the sun, The birth of a beloved son – Beneath the veil of time they fade Along with marks they think they’ve made. But somehow time is also just For it returns us all to dust. It does not forsake nor cherish But through it we

Catch the scent that I adore, Bring me angels at my door, Grasp the wind that’s passing by And perhaps I shall not die. Bring the ocean at my feet, Store away the summer heat, Send back rain into the sky And perhaps I shall not die. Make all hearts immune to pain, Bring true virtue to the vain, Show me eyes that cannot cry And perhaps I shall not die. Make all people be content So they never know lament, Show me snow storms in July And perhaps I shall not die. But until such times are near Let me catch your scent, my dear And cry oceans at your feet Until Death and I shall meet.

And the rain is pouring down, Pouring down upon this frown But it clears my grief away, All the grief I have today. And the wind is very rough, Very rough, I’ve had enough But it blows the fear away, All the fear I have today. And the lightning is so bright, Much too bright for my poor sight But it takes the tears away, All the tears I shed today.

The light beyond the hills was burning As my weary eyes were turning Towards the ending of a soothing June That has left me all too soon. And those golden rays of summer fade (Much too soon to be portrayed) Into skies that hide the view Of those hills I wish I knew. But within these walls my vision Cannot reach them with precision; Soon my window shows but only A reflection that is lonely. Once again the light is fading, All these wishes come invading And the skies that once burned bright, Fade in the engulfing night. Once they fade away from sight, In the cover of the night, I can hear the midnight’s calls - Still confined within t

As lightning strikes before my eye I cannot bring myself to cry But I am given one last drop Before I tell myself to stop. This one last drop became so dear I can’t forsake it as a tear; Instead, I’ll keep it near my heart And maybe shed it when we part. Perhaps not even then will do For this one tear might become two Or three or tenfold if let loose So I will not put this tear to use. A single rain drop would suffice To quench this need and quench it twice. If this one rain drop could withstand The weight I’d bring forth as I planned, Then maybe I could let the rain Wash the tears I’d shed in vain; A single rain drop