Michael Pendragon Poems

Prancing proud, the horses come
Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land
Marching to an unseen drum
Beaten by an unseen hand
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Into the solitude, breathlessly, willingly
Into the quietude of Death's embrace
Gently enfolding me, deathlessly stilling me
Filling my spirit with visions of Grace
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An unseen footstep on the stair
The misty glow of moonless nights
The shadow cast when no one's there
A rustling drape, strange bluish lights
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The Shadows rise, the Sun hath set
The Stars burn pale and cold
The Evening mist hangs damp and wet
And I am growing old
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Into the Night my thoughts are sped
Into the realm of Dream
After the sun's last rays have fled
And all the stars do gleam
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Blesséd be the Night of Death
Blesséd too the gaping tomb
Now the lost son journeyeth
Homeward to his Mother's womb
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Dark eyes embracing all the mysteries
Which lovers whisper in the depths of night
Gently expressing heartfelt fantasies
Suppressed by daytime's Soul-exposing light
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I ride the shadows of the night
Cast by the moonlit sky
A darkling phantom cloaked from sight
A stealthy promise of delight
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Angel lute & cherub wing
Hie thee to the one I love
True love words I bid thee bring
Softly to my heart's true love
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Blue are my lover's darkling eyes
And her hair is the rarest gold
Brown is the earth in which she lies
Where the worm slithers blind and cold
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