Hi all!
Due to a few very busy weeks, I’ve just about run out of buffer, so there is no chapter today. In the meantime, here is a poem I wrote a while ago. :) Fortress Walls will be back next week!
God bless,
MC
A Commentary On Being Alone With One’s Thoughts For Too Long
A ghost, a dream, a sound, a scream,
Those few to whom I hark.
Sorrows buried far below
And riddles in the dark.
I sit and tell a story of
The lies I have been told;
By pirates, princes, fiddlers, kings,
And scholars of the old.
And I cannot remember now
What truths I heard instead—
They all are gone, are up and flown,
Like fleetings in my head.
The lies are naught. The truth’s forgot,
So what’s then left to claim?
Naught but riddles, foolish riddles,
Just gibberish and pain.
And if I utter nonsense,
Spew rhymes and metaphors,
Don’t blame me, blessed traveler!
It’s what I sit here for.
“Beware the dark and stormy road—”
I cry to them I see—
“It only leads to maddened dreams,
Fool thoughts, an anguished plea.”
So here I sit, and here I’ll die,
A madman patriarch—
And all that I can think about
Is riddles in the dark.
A talent for poetry, too.
Wow!