Sojourn 1


The shrouded figure walks in a haze of cold gloom, wandering, following the heart compass through a twilight world of horrors. Buffeted by the Banshees wailing wind, discovering comfort in the forbearance of the icy bite of winter’s gale that freezes every single bone.

Pausing to ponder his reflection in an ice-covered pond, perplexed by the frost blue eyes of a stranger he somehow recalls knowing well. In that moment, a howl from the fierce storm echoes his inner voice, reminding him of the unidentifiable hunger driving the intrepid quest.

Shedding freezing tears, the bittersweet suffering of an everlasting journey, turning once again upon the path, time waiting for no one. Driven by the inner knowledge of countless lifetimes: the Master is waiting.

I don't mean to be too artisitic, but that makes me want to draw an abstract picture.

I'm impressed, I could appreciate the context. Poe crossed with Byron.

Thats impressive! It's very deep and mysterious. I like it! You have talent!

[quote name='Welsh Shaun' date='Nov 11 2005, 06:16 PM' post='928107']
Poe crossed with Byron.

Who crossed with whom? Sorry I'm not very knowledgeable in poetic literature, or the people and styles of poetry that you speak of. Can you please explain?

Dan.

No, I was being sarcastic. As you well know?

Nice poem, Dan 27! You definitely have talent, keep it up!