Seraph’s Song:
The Epic Fable of Sister Sera
by Jonas Hyde
I – Fall from Grace
In the beginning,
a line spoken so oft ‘fore,
yet the truth lie hidden,
on what happened the eighth day,
and since that time of yore,
as chanted near pillows of people’s,
is this Seraph’s Song e’ermore.
How she cries,
will make you cry,
for her loss,
her pain,
would surely die,
if it…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 01:54:32.

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The Veil
by Jonas Hyde
Here I stand so still, lost of all my will,
trapped within this self I have longed to flee,
fact to Death I oft begged- ‘please come for me’,
but with pleas ignored, I drew my ain sword,
and with steel to self I since came to be.
Tho’ where fable starts, is with broken hearts,
for…

Originally posted 2009-10-06 23:07:09.

Fires of our Freedom – The Ballad of Old Glory
by Jonas Hyde
Keep in thought this moment of breath,
And remember this eve, Countrymen, my brothers I implore,
For morrow’s dawn shall offer freedom or death,
As on this eve’s twilight, all shall hear Glory’s roar.
Together we stand from shore to shore,
United by the threads of Her cause,
And…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 02:51:13.

Holiday Tears
by Jonas Hyde
Eyes open,
as if a rising sun,
over a horizon of anguish,
of sorrow.
“Daughter do not frown,
for on this day
the family is as one,”
he whispers softly.
“But father I weep,
I cry,
not for the moment I have,
but for the time when it will surely end.”
And so it goes,
the conversation once more,
as it always has before,
truth rarely…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 02:59:09.

A sestina (also, sextina, sestine, or sextain) is a highly structured poem consisting of six six-line stanzas followed by a tercet (called its envoy or tornada), for a total of thirty-nine lines. The same set of six words ends the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time;…

Originally posted 2009-10-13 19:14:20.

Night Mare
by Jonas Hyde
Twilight steed,
with hooves of passion and fear,
she pulls the carriage of my dreams,
into the imprisoning field of torment and denial.
Stallion of my eve,
she ne’er comes ‘pon my whistle,
instead timing her gait for when my soul is weary,
shrouded in the darkness of life’s damnations.
Mare of my night,
I beg her to leave me…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 03:13:26.

Dream
by Jonas Hyde
Twas a dream I had of you,
which gave me hope and life anew
so place your head ‘pon the pillow,
and know I think,
on this night,
this evenfall,
of dreams you cannot deny,
for I speak to you in your sleep,
whilst my soul longs and weeps,
for you to let me in one more time,
to let me in…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 03:42:49.

My Death
by Jonas Hyde
My Death,
I bid you hello,
welcome you to my domain,
‘fore you invite me to yours,
e’ermore.
Some may pray,
others may weep,
tho’ not I my friend,
those words shalln’t be whispered,
even once from my breath.
In their stead I thank you,
for not coming sooner,
for my moment,
thank you my love,
My Death.
Originally posted 2009-09-13 03:09:44.

Originally posted 2009-09-13 03:09:44.

Sleep Watcher
by Jonas Hyde
Darkened room you lie,
through the veil I watch you.
Breathing soft and harmonious,
I count each swing of your pendulum.
Warmth radiates from your soul,
blanketing my own cold body.
Scent and hair lay soft ‘pon thy pillow,
entrap my heart this eve.
You sleep whilst I weep,
knowing this moment will soon end.
Hours pass by as seconds,
dripping sand…

Originally posted 2009-09-13 03:58:52.