Lyra
Heather Kirsch
The sea of love drowned me in
is turning red
The prayers that you said for me
have fallen dead...
I've seen the blood,
I've seen the fire,
I drink the hate...
I join the victims of desire,
the souls you taint.
Masochistic fury screams the sun around
Luna in her glory takes my trembling hand
our ebbing streams of life shall make me strong
the war inside my head is the bloodshed of the sun
The walls of pain you built for me
are closing in
There's no apology upon my lips
to regret sin.
I'm hiding here,
I lie in wait,
your blood to shed...
I'm laughing here, O twisted fate
with axe in hand.
-Lyra- '97
© 1997 The National Library of Poetry
spiderwebs and daydreams
pushed in the corner
where the broom can't reach
shattered shards of chandelier
and you
all woven into a tapestry
with what is left of me
Fragments are all I AM
Fragments are all you leave
tattered silken fabrics
hung in the corner
where the world can't reach
pieces of dreams once hoped for
and you
all woven into a tapestry
and what is left of me?
Fragments are all I AM
Fragments are all you leave
-Lyra- '95
He wept tears of blood
to empty his soul
of the bitter ashes
created by the fire
from a secret lover
and a dark circle of evil.
Even through cold steel
he can still fell her breath
in the black flames
which once surrounded
that kiss of death...
Nothing is left
to soothe these burns
but eternal sleep...
-Lyra- '97