Laebedah's Poetry

[laebedahs]

Upon the sun
the moon has shown
a side never seen
Its wrath
Its hate
has blocked the light
a cast of its silhouette

Oh, yes, the sun, wait!
it can retaliate!
Its pride
Its warmth
has blocked the night
a glimpse of days to come.

And remained the water, untouched
the people, untouched
yet no more the moon will see.
For there has come and gone
this eclipse once again.

[laebedahs]

On the willowed rose I pace
darkness fading, never haste.
Face the terror, scream the name.
Look and ponder, ne’er the same.

Darkness is grave
Terror banished.
The sun has won
And the moon, none.

But Wait!
Scream the name
Sun Sun Sun!
Fire the eyes of tonight
or stay the same.

Or stay insane
And burn the bright
darkness the sun
Moon Moon Moon!

Light nor dark exists
and still it is insane.
No haste, no terror
scream no more.
And Die.

[laebedahs]

The Holy Flies
they are a-speaking
tell me, “die die!”
“Get off this mortal coil!”

And me, I stop the leaking.

Remind me of the white fires
when they once danced across;
into the opening, the void of today,
I will travel ‘cross the white fires
And into the night.

My journey has come to an end
the life of free-flowing nature, undead
Break the cycle!
Sequence no more!
And Fade.

The Holy Flies are dead.
The leaking continues still.
I did not stop it.

And in my hand I hold their instrument of death:
A flyswatter.