Scarlet Warrior

Bleed the three moons screams
their crying, dripping lament
echoed across the lonely silence
the drag of crimson tears unheard
bleed splattered, shadowed in the rence

Rend from the moons gaping mouths
razor edged their black-tinged words
to cry to the haunting, aching need
the Warriors blood red tunic torn
to raise high in black stained light their swords

His Brother lies beneath His feet
black tears to leak from cruel eyes
their sad and terrible despairing edge
are those phantoms born within a haunted mind
He kneels beneath that dark and lonely sky

Bring the lonely crying rage of words
that rends across a lonely mind
and His Brother dead beneath His blade
cursed before His dying breath
that honor edged had brought this time

Silhouette dark the scarlet Warrior
His tired weary face turned to the sky
His eyes hold that cold long stare
then slowly bowed His head bent down
at what cost honor did He buy

Ruilan of Port Kar
www.port-kar.com

~A slave’s thoughts~ by le'fayne{FAC}

His presence makes me whole…

Alive are my senses when I feel His

Breathe...

So close to my cheek, to my lips.

His chest rises and falls...

each inhale, exhaled in sweet percussion,

so gentle,

So Perfect…

Are His eyes, His gaze,

when He looks upon me with splendor.

Splendor unknown…

That is what I feel, when He touches my skin,

When His eyes soften to mine…

Tremors encase my body,

Hands in my hair,

such control, so safe, desiring....

hands....touch....Presence....

He enters a room,

I quiver,

He leaves,

and my heart aches....

When he corners of His lips turn....

turn down...down in anger...

frustration...

Disappointment....

Is what I fear,

the fragile pride in what is His,

me...

I...

Am...

His...

And I will strive...

to prevent, to disarm....disappointment...

Failure....

Because He will always forgive what is His...

no matter....despite who...what...where...

When...

I am close to Him,

He

Makes me whole.

Fac’s fayne

March 2000