R K Summers

A whisper in your heart
When love is torn apart
Before your very eyes
A storm within your mind
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This song I sing is for your heart
Not your ears
Take it with you, and listen for it
In the trees and the wind
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Clockwork ticker, beating pulse
It lives and loves on wild impulse
Shiver and shake like feverish imps
If you look inside and take a glimpse
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I sat upon my window ledge,
And sang my song of sorrow.
I stepped into the evening air,
And wondered of tomorrow.
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Let’s talk about war
We’ll discuss Tennyson
And Brooke
Owen
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A wolf is descending
A wolf with a single, piercing, blazing blue eye
And a Great Father who spawned his children from his own broken body.
The armour protects the fleshy child within
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To the east lies Aryndel,
The cathedral on the moor.
To the west is Brackenpeth,
The home of barbarian shore.
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The sky is burning!
Fog or flames?
Why is the horizon blushed
With hues of fire and fear?
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Behind the emerald ferns,
Bowstrings taut and set,
Between the trunks of mighty oaks
Where the fairies met
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“There is a War in Heaven”

The wingbeats of distant angels
Sound against the sky
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They call her Tatty Hex
I heard them call her fae
She’s the one who flies at night
To drive the ghosts away
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At night
At my window
I look out
The moon is a midnight sun
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Her world is shaped by nameless things
Hear the wordless song she sings
It whispers in the darkened halls
It lives, it deepens, and it calls.
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Up on the fields of red and gold
There stood a warrior bright and bold
Had I his sword and helm in hands
Marched on armies of northern bands
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A crouching beast
Lonely on the wild black moors
Of wild black England
Snow swirls
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It happened on my way to work this morning
Plugged in and barely awake
The cool crisp mist melting on my warm face
Dreading the day to come
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With hair the soft feathers of shadow
And eyes like the ocean at night
His staff a branch of deathwrought yew
And his heart devoid of light
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Books are my addiction
And literature my high
I love to sit and read the words
That make me touch the sky
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I’ll sit upon your rooftop
And cast my glittering gaze
Across your feeble landscape
That’s lost in winter haze
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