We watched “A good man goes to war” last night, and this poem has been stuck in my head. It’s amazingly sad and incredibly awesome.
“Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to warFriendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and the dark will rise
When a good man goes to warDemons run, but count the cost
The battle’s won, but the child is lost”
– Steven Moffat
As scarlet velvet flood from the river’s mouth
borne from the penetrating cutting edge,
the silent prayer filled by penance and
fueled by guilt goes up to meet this death
The impure virgin lies waiting peacefully with
the windows of light given up.
Closure comes by way of a pitch darkness…
She surrenders the body – an endless fall.
Her savior comes from light to purify
The fallen angel lies in the arms of light.
Picked up in white garment, flying away
in these arms, taken from the her weakness that feeds her.
– March/April 2005
© catterflyworx
Image: Section from Red Angel Wallpaper
There are many
many
many secrets hidden
in the folds
of my being
Tiny
little
things
that make me
who I am
Miniscule details
which
(without)
I would fall
away
to dust
To travel the world
as infinitesimally
small
pieces in the wind.
– November 2011
© catterflyworx
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