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Amori

It’s the thing that makes us croon,
cackling as though driven mad
under the quicksilver moon.

Written in ancient text and rune
in the stories I heard as a lad.
It’s the thing that makes us croon.

Hidden in both dance and tune,
often making the weary glad
under the quicksilver moon.

The saving grace of the buffoon
and tool of every wretched cad.
It’s the thing that makes us croon.

Often ending far too soon
crushing the hearts of the sad
under the quicksilver moon.

The blessing of all those who swoon
and curse of those who’ve been had.
It’s the thing that makes us croon
under the quicksilver moon.

A bed of black down

Do you know the nature of the Raven
or of the calamity he brings?
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

Stubble-chinned or clean-shaven,
he’ll beguile you with the song he sings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven?

He’ll play you on by misbehavin’:
twisting words, belying meanings.
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

Dare you bring him to your haven,
a victim of his smooth preenings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven?

He says that you’re the one who’ll save him
and pull you down beneath his wings.
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

By the morning you’ll be needing savin’
for you’ll be dancing on his strings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven –
you’ll not find one who is more craven.

The ravens’ cry

Hear now a familiar tale
of wartime pageantry.
Can you hear the ravens’ wail?

They traveled far over hill and dale
and forests ripe with trees.
Hear now a familiar tale.

Arriving at last, hearty and hale,
to fight for their country.
Can you hear the ravens’ wail?

They clashed against, with weapon and mail,
the rival infantry.
Hear now a familiar tale.

Blood quenching the ground, a hearty ale
poured from men at their knees.
Can you hear the ravens’ wail?

None were left to say which side prevailed
in that visceral sea.
Hear now a familiar tale –
can you hear the ravens’ wail?

Mnemonics and aspirations

Try to take things in stride.
You are not second-rate.
Don’t forget who you are inside.

Nothing changes if you run and hide.
The road is neither narrow nor straight.
Try to take things in stride.

Find friends in whom you can confide.
She (or he) is worth the wait.
Don’t forget who you are inside.

Everyone you love will someday have died.
Love them now before it’s too late.
Try to take things in stride.

Lose your face; not your pride.
Do not anger. DO. NOT. HATE.
Don’t forget who you are inside.

Learn to live with what you decide.
You’re the author of your own fate.
Try to take things in stride.
Don’t forget who you are inside.

Oceanic

I stare out at the sea
and watch the world go by,
feeling happy.

The blissful simplicity
of watching waves climb high.
I stare out at the sea.

Taking in the symphony
of every seaside cry,
feeling happy.

Enjoying the warmth on me
of sunlight from the sky.
I stare out at the sea.

Drinking tea
while I lie
feeling happy.

Filled with a quiet glee
and contentedness while I…
I stare out at the sea
feeling happy.

Homage to a fallen hero

Farewell Mouse Knight:
Kusakabe Tarou, The Brave.
You bravely fought the fight.

Chosen because of your fright
instead of the strength most warriors have.
Farewell Mouse Knight.

But you found out your love’s fated plight
and decided that she was one you would save.
You bravely fought the fight.

You made your wish one April night
and put one foot into the grave.
Farewell Mouse Knight.

When she was in danger in your sight,
you used your body to shield from the glaive.
You bravely fought the fight.

And before your soul lost its light,
you bowed out with a fiery wave.
Farewell Mouse Knight!
You bravely fought the fight!

– This poem is a homage to a comic chapter I read today written as a Villanelle – the style I picked for this month.

Yes, I know I’m a geek but I like this comic and I really liked the chapter today so 😛

(In case anyone’s interested, the series is called Lucifer and the Biscuit Hammer and I highly recommend it.)