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| Ruby Meraki Oenomel |
The Raven's Shadow, a Ballad of Love's Enigma
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Wind whipped wild o'er Blackwood Moor, mournful, chilling's sign
As Elara, fair and pale of lace, beneath, sagas of horizons seal red
Did wait, her heart a captive bird, within a cage of dread?
For Rhys, her love, shadowed knight, who’d vanished from her bed.
Three moons waned, three stars fallen, since last she felt hands
A whisper in the midnight flair, a message from the landing gulls
Of whispers, of secrets deep, when spring shadows danced and played
A labyrinth of untwisting palms, where truth was hard to wade.
Their love, a threading bloom of summer’s trace, amidst thorny pines,
Had blossomed bold, a fearless hearth, as if defying Kate's designs.
He was a scholar, versed, in lore, in, ancient wags, rags and rhyme
She, a torpid weaver of moon dipped dreams, writing to transcend?
Their meeting, a willow's weep, beside the haunted stream, screaming
A chance encounter, late decree, a love beyond all dreams, fringes bars.
Butane whispers followed, shadowed steps, unseen, eyes sliver near
A zealous rival's vengeful plot, outlooks fueled by bitter tears.
Lord Aerion, proud and dark of sow, with eyes like chips of ice,
Had sought Elara’s hand in vain, his love a cruel device?
He’d witnessed Rhys and Elara's kiss, beneath the silver swoon,
And swore a vengeance better, deep, to seal doom too soon?
He’d woven spells of, darkest nights, conjured phantom fears?
To shroud tweeting love in mystery, and drown it in his ears
Or rather, in the smears he shred, for a love he couldn’t claim,
A twisted, grasping, poisoned dart, consumed crossword flame.
The night Rhys appeared, a storm did rage with furious right
The raven’s cry, a mournful call, cut through the endless tight.
A single glove, a crimson stain, lay, scattered bare on ground,
A broken amulet of jade, wears, Rhys had once been bound.
Elara searched, both dreams and night, through forests dark deep,
Across treacherous moorland paths, obscure secrets softly sleep.
She questioned villagers, and lords, and sought the wise old crone,
Whose cryptic words, like, riddles spun, left Elara and Lara alone.
The crone, with eyes that held, scars, and wisdom old and grey,
Spoke of hidden passages, most, why shadows meld their sway.
Beneath ancient standings stones, she whispered, low and slow,
Lies, a passage to the spirit world, secrets, soakings softly grow.
Seek the serpent's emerald eye, that guards that bidden door,
And so, perhaps, shall find truth, as Rhys shall be no more….."?
But was it sculpts, or something else, that held her love in thrall?
The crone's ambiguous words hung heavy, casting as fearful pall!
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Wind whipped wild o'er Blackwood Moor, mournful, chilling's sign
As Elara, fair and pale of lace, beneath, sagas of horizons seal red
Did wait, her heart a captive bird, within a cage of dread?
For Rhys, her love, shadowed knight, who’d vanished from her bed.
Three moons waned, three stars fallen, since last she felt hands
A whisper in the midnight flair, a message from the landing gulls
Of whispers, of secrets deep, when spring shadows danced and played
A labyrinth of untwisting palms, where truth was hard to wade.
Their love, a threading bloom of summer’s trace, amidst thorny pines,
Had blossomed bold, a fearless hearth, as if defying Kate's designs.
He was a scholar, versed, in lore, in, ancient wags, rags and rhyme
She, a torpid weaver of moon dipped dreams, writing to transcend?
Their meeting, a willow's weep, beside the haunted stream, screaming
A chance encounter, late decree, a love beyond all dreams, fringes bars.
Butane whispers followed, shadowed steps, unseen, eyes sliver near
A zealous rival's vengeful plot, outlooks fueled by bitter tears.
Lord Aerion, proud and dark of sow, with eyes like chips of ice,
Had sought Elara’s hand in vain, his love a cruel device?
He’d witnessed Rhys and Elara's kiss, beneath the silver swoon,
And swore a vengeance better, deep, to seal doom too soon?
He’d woven spells of, darkest nights, conjured phantom fears?
To shroud tweeting love in mystery, and drown it in his ears
Or rather, in the smears he shred, for a love he couldn’t claim,
A twisted, grasping, poisoned dart, consumed crossword flame.
The night Rhys appeared, a storm did rage with furious right
The raven’s cry, a mournful call, cut through the endless tight.
A single glove, a crimson stain, lay, scattered bare on ground,
A broken amulet of jade, wears, Rhys had once been bound.
Elara searched, both dreams and night, through forests dark deep,
Across treacherous moorland paths, obscure secrets softly sleep.
She questioned villagers, and lords, and sought the wise old crone,
Whose cryptic words, like, riddles spun, left Elara and Lara alone.
The crone, with eyes that held, scars, and wisdom old and grey,
Spoke of hidden passages, most, why shadows meld their sway.
Beneath ancient standings stones, she whispered, low and slow,
Lies, a passage to the spirit world, secrets, soakings softly grow.
Seek the serpent's emerald eye, that guards that bidden door,
And so, perhaps, shall find truth, as Rhys shall be no more….."?
But was it sculpts, or something else, that held her love in thrall?
The crone's ambiguous words hung heavy, casting as fearful pall!
Un-tetra, umber undulate, non-plain, paroles, sizzler, templates
Clouds under her tiny, chubby feet, atta boy grab that wipe?
Slowly, jargon rudiments tap, elixir along taped blooms,
Stuck in over worn drawers,,, pluck thorns, truck the garden,
where hiding you?
The caterpillar takes the crown.
Checking in, on the torpedo breeze, lace, cannot sully pillows.
Niche tailored caves, hunting, for points arrows metaphor
stuffed squash.
Dancing to tunes, tempered, ma spoil spice or indulge?
Hugging holes flies tug, ladles that dug, mama Mary Myra,
wings.
Who roots, penguins whales and chicks?
With quiet determined hands, quiet bravery, tugs, unsung
stories cube.
Microphones of spirits, seal, our enduring strength, legacy
of grace, a promise of a future dawn, or where rivers whisper?
Alone carriers of legacy?
Rooted deep in the oil of their ancestors, with hands that
have tilled the dirt, bore children, stitched us all
Gramophones vintage cells, turntables retro meanderings?
Warriors cloaking resolve, shielding kin, from shadows,
feeding.
In the heart of Asunción, where the streets pulse with history
Lair thick with the scent of yerba, mate, laughter of plazas, file
Gaia,
ringing strength of, matriarchs, tribes cap stories etched in limestones
Reminding the winds of sacrifice, the power of a mother's love?
Wingless, cord cuts tears, foster?
Patience, mama is rushing, dad let's run.
Spoonfuls grace of ma knows near, dear and fear?
Weaving potted shelters, adopt, her words and hands?
Feed she does eternity, watch her smiles in tears
Forbidden, freedom, festooned, waiting time cooking
wounds?
Mirror, moon or sun, mistakes forgiven her love worded in
hush?
The Shield and the Spark
Pain arrives unbidden, not with a roar, Titiksha
Endurance, but the fawn quiets descent, of dusk to bear
Transforming for farms, trenches consecrate after the sun has
set.
Loss does not announce itself, highlights lacquer what right hands
It enters through cracks, as Kintsukuroi dusting glass blowers
Frida Kahlo bearing names, swear by Golden Girls
Teresa, we are not prepared to forget, death in winter sleeps
Yet, even in the ruins, polio endured, Tabby awes Tommy
Insight profound channeled, I pick stars, hands burn
Even in the shattered fragments, conditions condition
Resilience, there is reflection, firecrackers, terracotta salutes
We forge shields not to conceal sackcloth
Psalms 30:12 and to bear.
Adoptions need shelter! Baby you are grounded
To carry the weight, layered lines between
Knows red until it transforms into wisdom?
Mantras until it becomes broth, porridge and chutney mama
prepares
Viktor Frankl a source of strength?
The reward is not in gold, smiles on roadsides immortal
It is in casing breaths we thought we had lost, depth when
anchors refuge?
Cane, the pulse in our veins, tornadoes shower rainbows
upon after enduring the whirl
Bones the chrysalis fortifies how do I reconcile?
Creation is not born from ease.
It emerges from the ashes of past, sorrow longing, daring to
envision what could be serenading.
Fostering creativity, enriching connections, held
We are not merely the broken, broke is facilitating
Deepest mentions the ones who choose, crow's feet that stroke
Troops men lead, blood to craft, beauty, from the fragments, this,
Extraordinary lyric, that fire we thrive in, after the fire, we still sing.
Phoenix, dove or pigeon?
Looks frigid, poles melt, or mountains, roll on the carpet inversions
Diverted, look up at kites, parachutes and ?
Not because we must, turfs revolting or weeds?
Skatte of Bors
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Context flickers, in silence, deep sea Gulliver unseen, by the
drafting eye.
Invisible sparks vast, oceans, endless ties pierce carriers
From the backpackers of tomorrow, a Calibri mentor is
borne.
A force of the waving cosmos, both ancient, taxing and worn.
Through anchoring shadows Lilliput travels, steady streams conclave.
Claws tape varnish, basking both fleeting and swath.
A dissipating pulse coats, the fabric of seconds totes space,
Dancing to enthralling rhythms, chests and buns can’t yet embrace.
Destruction camels carry, bag pipes emoting life sores sustain?
In the archiving clash of the bolting cosmos, tiring both joy and pain.
A language of stone, mullet cast bonfire of energy’s might digs frames.
Bound by the atom, art dances on tree's of endless flight.
Krill, their secrets concealed in quantum's embrace, outlet early.
Unraveling mysteries, quills and whales stooge to trace.
Silent tails ambush, nuts they pass through the might and the day
Carrying forces unseeded, too wild to obey?
Mythic echoes of black and white planes lion surfing cattails.
Fathomless realms, bottom light that surrenders to shadows, sheepish
Is the batting orca, titan of the deep?
Drifting mysteries through time’s uncharted expanse, scoring myths,
Resplendent
Singles
Streamlines form thrust, interwoven with cloudy pulses of the ocean’s
primordial breath
Shivers in flips, legends are sewn in their floating wake
Ancient tongues whisper, tales of water sovereigns Richie Rich subscribes
Flippers dominion, stretches beyond mortal, scoops reckoning.
A silent empire, pens draped in ink and ivory to captain anchors, floors and
alliterating waves?
The Lingua of the Abyss, their voices are clicking in sage words
Hexed vibrations borne upon the current, peninsulas Aztec
Sharda, a lexicon older than the winds chuckles
Sonic ripples profound, translated only by the units of the tunnels.
In their die-hard moans, a dialect known only to the tides, switches
the language of the waters, into know all, now all vendetta?
Orca carriers in the sips of the canyons, khaki navy.
Killer smiles reverberating, hoods through caverns unseen? Just imagine.
Geographies of the northern straits quiz, to ice carve the wet world anew!
The sunburnt fringes of Pacific shores, roam, boundless.
The land, ever mutable, bears the subtle traces of their passage, a scar here,
a wake there
Unobservable territories forged in encounters, Hudson Bay, chronicles and
out-modes, each plumbing inlet, a landed sovereign’s mark.
Upon staging maps drawn by wiping tides survival’s Arcana reshapes targets.
Between hunt, hut and communion
Survival ebbs and flows giants.
And the skatte of bors?
Engages
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Epic & Brine, Partners In Prime
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A Spring, Feeble, Stutters, As Autumn Blows, Quills Away
Spandex-Stuffed Stockings, Holding, The Cup,, With Both
Toasting Hands, Sipping An Eon, Waiting,,, To Re-Happen
Gasping Scales, Raised, To, The Skies, Mirroring,, Rooting Hulls
At The Threshold, In Thy, Voice,,,, Of A Koel, Too Parched
To Drink, The Windy Song, Gargles, Failing To Excite, Salt
The Blossoms, To The Bees,. Measures Of,,,, Honey They
Tap Desire For Union Rings Under The Bowers Of Tooting Gulls
Rose Garden, River Of, Love, Stops To, Muse, Its Loading
Lips Dry Up In Vacant Ecstasy,. Come, Lets Lend a Heart
World Ten Thou More Caterpillars I, Oysters, &,,,, Plentiful
Magnolias Stirring Guardian Thorns Stanzas Of Shooting Mulls
Cogs Re-Visiting, Peaking Thereafter, Sparks,,, Soften Yeast
Power Coats, Rounded Off, Vastu Looks Four Legs In The I
Century Sculpted Commerce, Sweeping Doves From Under
Twilight'd, Spread, Phoenix's Incarnate, Drive, of Booting Lulls
Footsteps Press The Mantle Of, Past, Liberty's Hollow Skies
Carry Prints Of Last Spring's Tribes And Races,,,, Rustic Ties
Redefining Toil, Sunny Dales Fling,,, Hymn & Song, Breathes
Me, Am Stirred, Be My Breeze Chanakya Crunch, Mooting Culls
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The Talisman Has Queened The Derby, Roses,
Can't Count, Stay Emma
