Poems by Ebony

[ebonythewanderer]

~Coming Storm~
shatter dreams sing a distant lullaby
as cries of chaos fills street and sky
on wings of judgement shall they fly
nightmares like unto the areki....
times change and seasons shift
deep within forms a darkened rift...
who can say where the line will stop
on whos toes the pawns trod and hop
as we dance to this jesters bebop
as others open their weapon shop.....
people must open their eyes and choose their path
despite the danger and ignoring the wrath...
if we cant find the truth within
we cannot help but walk the path of sorrow and sin...
shed your doubts discard your fear
do not let stand the obstacles that appear...
know yourself and be ever true
lest the times be as a sword running through....
shattered are those who hesitate or flee
spreading chaos and disorder like a disease
through truth and honor may we rise once more
and stand through another disasters downpour...
~Prelude to Destiny~
sands of time
the gift of the rhyme
beat a steady pace
in this deadly race
with clear eyes must one see
with a true heart beleive
those who falter those who stop
fall into the hands of those who plot
and lose their way into the dark
forever sealed outside destinies ark
slowly the hand of time begins to turn
the lit fuse starts to burn
time grows short and hope dim
as is drawn the blades from patience thin
statues weep as the wind begins to raise
sung less are songs of praise
unto what shalt we raise our eyes
when we know not who to trust and who to despise.....

[ebonythewanderer]

time stands still as the winter draws closer
swords are taken up and shield drawn nearer
as is rebuilt once what was on ancient land
a kingdom reborn with a strength drawn stand
eyes gazing forth not into past regret
but into a future free of doubt or fret
join me brothers and sisters alike
let the wings of change take us in its flight
into a better tommorrow and day
making the obstacles fear and pay
that should rise before and block our path
and delay us from our task
now is the time comrades to remember your homes name
and speak it proudly recalling its fame
that it may stand once more on these shores
people returning to long forgotten doors
and living in the hollows of the myst forever more.....

[ebonythewanderer]

~The Call~
sword,staff,bow,and spear
destinies hidden slowly appear
darkened ways become lit
rejoined is the gates that split
a new chance a new light
a second chance for change and flight
into a new day a better hope
carried on the voices that spoke
we open our eyes we listen to the winds silence
through stone ever dense
past waves ever cold
in fires that challange many bold
a call comes forth and we lift our heads high
looking to the ancient sky
to home we once more begin to treck
no matter what through hell and heck
we will do what must be done
with our hands of flesh and blood.....

[ebonythewanderer]

its good to be back, and on a side notation gomen about the ebonyekinshade username, i forgot password and user for this one until i saw what i named it under member area....feel free to delete that one as ye see fit....

~Awaken~
spirits,souls,eternally there yet hidden
come and go when they will it and not when we bid them...
strength of soul,will of mind
sought by those both cruel and kind....
who is master and who is slave
in a world stripped clean of its brave....
soldiers sent like sheep into the grave
children abandoned into hands of the depraved....
in these times of blood and sorrow
we must rise up and look towards tommorrow....
raise up of ye of true heart
fight with all within to make a better start...
for if we just lay down and die
severed will be our souls wings before they learn to fly....
in times past and times of pained
we looked within and in doing gained....
the power and will to live another day
though with blood and sweat and tears did we pay....
so that those that would come after us wouldnt suffer
that our sacrifice would form a buffer...
but the children did not learn from our past
and so we have come to this time at last....
we darkness and suffering once again return
and our passions we have within burned...
scream across skies of crimson and black
as fall the hands bloodless and slack....
tears...sacrifice...sorrow..loss...
people gambling their fates like its a simple coin toss....
we need once more to awaken the fire within
and find a future we can live in...
for one for all lets stand again tall
so once more happiness and joy can fill our hearts hall...
and we can once more stand in light unburning
our souls clean and learning....
look to the past and rise up again
children of gaea and of the human.....

~soldier~
slowly i opened my eyes looking unto the heaven
around me was littered the bodies of my brethren,
a life cut so short and so needlessly
their seeking of glory severed recklessly,
i glance around and see my sword laying in the ground
in the distance i hear the battles horn,
i hear but within i do weep
for within does the sorrow seep,
that on this day that i must fall
because of anothers foolish call,
i dream of those who came before me
and wonder if with eyes true did they see,
or if they were blinded by greed and hunger
to make such an selfish blunder,
to send my brothers and me to die as so
just to deal a blow to anothers ego,
did we expend our lives without cause
it gives my hands a moments pause,
before i step forward and resume the battle
sent off to perish like to the slaughter sent cattle,
for as they say a soldier should not think but obey
and so i set off to die this day....
the sun sets low on the hill
my eyes are lifeless as vultures eat their fill,
fallen have i for an idea not mine
and so now do the scavengers dine,
upon another lifeless husk
laying forever as settles the battle dust.....

~chosen paths~
life what truelly is it
that at its end death should visit....
are we meant to die like the humble fly
or soar above in azurish sky....
as i sit here i do ponder
what lies within the soul chest of wonder....
i once saw with eyes so clear and heart unburdened
but over time my eyes hardened..
sorrow and loss tore away at me and ate their fill
lost was something unreplaceble by a pill...
the light did dim the shutters began to close
what little strength i had could not oppose....
but then i saw a light beyond myself and rose again
finding where i was standing my friends were helping me mend...
a new perspective a new hope
the power inside and outside to cope...
with pain,with sorrow,with judgement cleared
my paths once more before me appeared...
never again i have decided will i just sit back
i refuse to let my body get any more slack...
so from this day i once more stand up and look to the sky above
and will fight not just for myself but those i love...
for alone i fought before and found it a sad road
a place where only the lost find abode....
i am not alone and never again shalt be
for i find strength in those around me...
and together we are one
and my choice is done....

[ebonythewanderer]

~Ebony~
the road...so quiet as the darkness sets....
demons and angels each taking their bets.....
who will live who will die....
as sounds the ravens shrilling cry......
a gasp of breath a dance of leaves.....
tears falling as blows a chill breeze......
who are we to intervene...
when cross we deaths bloody scene.....
pain,sorrow and laughter such a strange mix.....
as junkies of battle get their daily fix....
causing sorrow,sowing grief....
ending lives early already so brief....
i wonder who will cry for me.....
when my time comes mayhaps we will see....
and dance for me the fiddler might....
again on that summers night......

~Schlicher~
sounds of rain on a summers day....
ancient memories of love and of pain...
we open our eyes to the world around us...
ever busy in its chaotic fuss....
we look upon those who have come before...
hoping to fly higher then they did soar....
memory of joy,song of sorrow...
melding together to make the new tommorrow.....
who are we,what are we some will ask....
and place upon the answering to be anothers task...
for they see not that all are one....
and in the end together the jobs are best done...
our skin,hair,race,and class....
matter not when the time is past....
all that matters is what we do...
as the drumbeat of time continues to march through....
i stand upon the hill and look at those beyond me...
with eyes unclouded by sorrow or hate do i see...
my past, my present and my drawing future....
and i embrace what is to come and will be with mind pure....
in hesitation lies death and despair...
in fear rests regret and disrepair....
so these i shed as forward i move....
on my own feet by my own groove....

~Soul~
i stand upon the hill and count my days
the many prices one in life pays
i look back and remember times good
i recall where i have been and with whom i have stood
then to now do i see
with eyes unblinded by desire or greed
i am at peace with whom and what i am
and so i can face the future as i stand
with my friends and family alike
feeling not the sting of angers spite
yet knowing that in days to come
troubles will arise one after another until shadows are done
and a price of blood it will cost
to amend what the soul has lost
for nothing in this world is free
a saying true i have come to beleive
deep down there is always a price
be it hidden or decided by a roll of a dice
heed your past remember who you are now
be not a docile as the cow
for todo is allow the darkness within to thrive
and your life to take a spiral dive
into flames and into blood
flowing like a rivers flood
down the hills of your soul
no matter the amount never making you whole
sorrow,regret,pride such hollow goals
resting on high horses on thier poles
unneeded for the days that will arise
when we all will be surprised....

~sands of time~
the sands of time slowly fall away....
life turning from night to day...
we open our eyes....
we sing to the skies....
who lives far above the milky clouds....
far from sorrow and inner doubts....
above use yet not to far.....
bearing not the humanly hearts scar......
living in yet not alive...
the soul must take a dive....
and then to itself shall it find....
that which makes it whole and divine.....
so many days have gone on past...
so many tears fall before the last....
of times when wars were plenty and beer so swell...
people cared not who they sent to hell.....
they cried to each other....
yet worried not for the striken mothers....
hearts weeping in castles aplenty....
soldiers falling in the droves of many.....
in days of sorrow and long past due....
only the ones to themselves true...
stood upon the hill and thus we knew.....
that the battle was over,the darkness through....

~feathers of the dove~
winter blades dance to the song of the soul
blood pools and congeals as hearts cease to be whole...
darkness takes flight on wings in blackest night
another falls in the bloody eternal fight....
the dancers begin to gather the stage starts to raise
people sing to a devils crown silent praise....
what is seen what is hidden becomes confused in clouded illusion
as blades dance around those who might case intrusion....
yata garousu takes flight this night far above
blood wings dropping their feathers around those of the dove....
a shadowed hand a blacked grip
cold eyes filled with mirth as life they do sip....
when will it all end
what looms around yonder bend....
as we look we need to see with eyes clear not stained
at what is revealed no matter how pained...
and maybe then we shalt see the light to come
or alas the end of all that has been done....

~Requim of ebony~
shadows painting the day as the darkness begins to stir,
from the blackness a yearning that does twist and burn....
deep within the soul that knows not limit or fear,
no matter what walls or hinderances might appear....
its cut is deep its waves are sharp,
much like a fine tuned masters harp....
it raises the dead from their sullen silence,
inviting them to one more nocturnal dance....
under blood moon and in twilights eve,
a feeling that seeks to help not hinder or decieve...
it be freedom it be hope,
that which ceases us when we mope....
giving us a shield when protection is needed,
a sword when an obstacle needs to be beaten...
wings to our soul and a smirk to our lips,
as to its wild joyous beat do we sway our hips......

~Perspective~
Flower petals flow in the sunlight
the battle born blood dries from sight....
shattered swords and broken shields litter the field
cries of sorrow rise some unto deafness these appeals....
a blacked hand raises to the sky in anger its soul screaming
as the sun sets on a landscape with little life of redeeming...
why is asked in such a flood
yet it is too late now that death has tasted of blood...
the darkness of the soul the light of the spirit
blending into a spire of merit...
some descending from life as others transcend into the next
those left behind sorrowed and vexed....
and death sitting watching a silent judge to this entire affair
knowing that though some promise no more it will repeat in future near...
a single crimson tear falling as scythe is lifted
resuming its duty to escort from life those who have drifted....
the future repeating in an endless bloody cycle
as people quarrel in name of just cause or ancient bible....
'they ask why' it says as head does shake
'and yet it says 'from this path they have yet to awake'....
maybe in another century it thinks to itself
people will learn to not harm but help.....

~existence~
from the seed the rod does grow strong
and from this rod it forks our path to do right or wrong....
a tool is what we make of it
a path unclear and only in cruel hands unfit....
to create beauty or destroy what displeases us is but a straw away
do we have the strength of soul to keep this darker path at bay....
time slowly opens its doors as the chapters unfold like pages in a book
some eager and some afraid to within look....
but the clouding of the eyes even with knowing what is to come
has made many a potential good slowly come undone....
like a knife cutting at the weaving of what might have been
some who disliked a choice have crushed it with fear not of sin....
the tears they left painting a new future and new path
like a sword they slice our promised potential in half....
denying what might be in a faint glimmer that things will be as they dream
yet not realizing they are at times running past point that can be redeemed......
for like a marble dropped into a pool of water
each ripple each disturbance might be making their dreams hotter....
until like a ball of flame it burns itself out and leaves behind only ash
and another history of sorrowed past....
will we ever learn from this
and if so how will we reword our souls wish....
the choice is within your hands to do with as you please
be ye healthy or of fatal disease.....

Azure Dreams...

Time, sifting through the miasma of eternity
as life and death dance into obscurity
the sands sift so slow
the pendelum shimmering a nocturnal glow
ages born and planets sing
as around we turn in fated ring
of twilight and down that knows no end
nor of what at times awaits around the bend
a mountain of dust
a machine deep in rust
natures decay bringing life to bloom
until the time comes to be born anew....

It Begins....

angels born from the darkness below
a destiny turned upside down as falls a crimson snow
the past repeats in bloody shadow
deep below beating the hearts of battle
gone are days of sword and shield
as a pale eclipse sunders the field
what was once tranquil and fresh
lasts not even at its best
for in the black darkness that has come forth
the silence begins to fall on voices that used to report
a whisper of things to come has fallen
on form of both man and woman
and should the call not be headed once more
what remains will not even be callable poor
for in ash and fire...
twilight terror and heavens pyre
we have opened the door to jackels feast
a step to close i say to that eternal beast....

Paths opening

listening to the soft whispers of the winter wind
relaxing as muscles stretch and tear before the time comes to mend
the shadowy chill of time seeps deeply into my soul
as i contemplate that which makes me truelly whole
is it love that burns like fire...
or mayhaps a life of fighting that ends like a eternal pyre...
the choices or paths i take spinning a map and yet a maze
full of emotional frozen shoulders and blazing waves....
to choose to rise with those around
or sit and ponder letting my feet stay on the ground
i choose the path that is right for me i feel
and seek not to justify those or demand to them i appeal
for this is my truth, my justice within given verse
its path i shalt follow until my time comes to ride the white herse
down that silent graven path of rest
that takes all the strong and weak, worst and best.....
and so i ask ye which path you choose to take
will it be this one or one to which you have yet to awake
the doors are opening even in this time of silence
be they hard or easy, filled with sorrow or the joys of romance
they await but your hand and words to summon
the destiny of the soul that is yours and mind in form common....

[ebonythewanderer]

~the fool~
the fool, the jester the joker of time...
playing his fiddle his feet beating to a his own rhyme....
the paths before him any and diverse...
and in some cases rather perverse....
but what lies within is hidden by his mask...
a mysteryand riddle that only time upon which doesnt have to ask....
and what lies down his wild chaotic road....
your guess is as good as that of even a toad...

~minor musing~
what truelly is normal...
but a delusion best left to the overly formal...
for in diversity and the unique strain....
can we test and tug at each others brain...
a dance of wits rather then of fists.....
where sometimes a word can do more then a simplist of kicks.....
what is wrong in being diverse good man when it is being true to one self....
be you humanoid,ancient, or lonely dark elf.....

[ebonythewanderer]

~shadows~
shadows and mist.....
rising from the soul abyss.....
what was,is and shalt come....
carving its name in the book of what is done......
blood and fire swirls in the pot.....
its rage and sorrow glowing red and hot.......
the times grow late as darkness sweeps nigh....
bound are the winds wings no longer to fly.......
and from what was shalt return something old....
something missing and something bold.......

[ebonythewanderer]

~memories~
the pale blossems of winter fade into the crimson flames of the summer twilight.....
days flow into one another beyond count or sight.....
silent whispers linger in voidian embraces.....
as hidden remain the many sides of the fates faces.....
what was is and shalt be again.....
shaped and rewritten by things beyond yet of man.....
through many doors and many floors and tasks unseen....
waiting in solitude a world few would in believe.......
the cup passes a teardrop falls....
silence waits in darkened halls......
the memories like ghosts in truest glamour......
tributes hidden in stone of great victories and failure........

[ebonythewanderer]

~requiem~
we stop before the burning sea as the ashes swirl in the wind...
our gazes taking in what we cannot mend.....
broken and lost what was held in treasured care.....
burned and shattered the grass one green and fair.....
dreams cast aside and virtues misplaced....
as a test of darkness and flame we did face.....
the question never solved the task never completed....
and in the end what couldnt be lost was further depleted....
sacrificed and lost and thrown aside....
and yet from it came new life for all to find....
rebirth and regeneration refills the land.....
all it asks is that we lend a hand.....