Metal Monday XLVII - Ashen Eidolon

1/9/2017

I remember sunlight dancing across her face
Patterns in my mind gently etched in golden amber
And when the summer ended she'll be gone away
I will become only memories of hauntings and yesterdays

Now summer has ended and the warmth is gone
Nothing but a breeze, a narrow stream that aims to block my passage
In mountain’s spring, sorrow took her as it sung
My heart was buried with her in beneath the bleeding oaks

She died alone in the mournful rain
No drop of sun again in painful solitude
She feels the roses black as seething night
I will reside abiding cursed woods

Gold and ochre
Behold the tapestry of the fall
There is a beauty a certain subtle grandeur
In the withering that consumes us all

Among the side, these chosen mouths
They feed upon forgotten soil as
The leaves fly to her desperate cries
As the ravens watch from every branch
And with discreet her final fall
This solemn cause
They count the dead
And throw them to their graves

Time fades
Away as
Sorrow remains

And as a final song she sang:
Time fades
As I comprehend
I am the ashen eidolon
The deeper shade of grey

She shadowed with her flaming leaves
Her wings of golden downs are burning like
The swirling arrows against the pouring rain
Which gave now heart as I am coughing out

Expect her brooding limbs and shattered stars
And now they’ve hung her lifeless begging corpse
They gave her liming for what she could no longer bear
And forged for her a heaven giving truth

Gold and ochre
Behold the tapestry of the fall
There is a beauty a certain subtle grandeur
In the withering that consumes us all

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)