Poem and Micro-fiction Collection

Context: A picture in the 1800s. Inspired by A.M Blackmere’s chat & Waymon Hudson insight.

In silver flat, mirroring life, 
What happens to a dead person's eyes?
They leave life, purest form lay still
Captured clear in silver flat hue
What of the living that blurred in behind?
They breathe, burdened still
Yet dead eyes moving instead
Trapped in the process of leaving
You stare long enough 
Circuit connecting rough
Does it want my life?

Farewell—Barrel on fire.

Black smoke wraps around my white shirt,
a farewell, not a rebirth.
Spiritual bribe for safe travel,
a blessing from a heart unraveled.
In this flame I see no vision,
for my heart has been unbroken.
Just rust and heat and a low, wet hiss,
of a ghost retuning his last kiss.

A poem for A mark of Herald - Episode 1

The Sear hums,
Blue eyes stare back.
A dear future's sold for Solfire,
A nightmare returns from hollow prayers,
Chains and Blood. The brooch lies broken.
A shadow wearing a rhys’s smile whispers a killing spree,
The cage swings, a woodman flying free.
In the furnace heart a gray egg pulses, 
From a confused heart, arise a new resolve.
The Sear hums,
Death's eyes stare back.

Let’s stack some more with Mark of a Herald palms/threnody/prayers

One Light Kindling

“Blessed art thou, devotees of the Onelight,
the lifekeeper, champion of the Just.
Wrought in fire, raised from the ashes, 
the eternals, forever praised in the Chants.”

Safe travel

“Inside the Sear, I pray. 
Shroud me with health, fill me with strength, banish illness that may enter my body. 
May the light guide my path, reveal the dangers, and lead me home. 
Blessed art thou, I bathe in your golden glow. 
Inside the Sear, I pray to thee.”

Threnody of the Hallow Church

“No Sol reaches for your warmth. No crows feast on your mortal form,
No plague curses your domain, bring forth husk of dominion. 
Only us, the ashen warriors. Only us, the devoted shepherds,
Only us and his true flame, sets forth your righteous path.”

History of Sahada

Leaves of ink, roots of might, elders whispered through the night.
But greed awoke the outer call, Makaiel's breath, the endless fall.
As Zul’drak claimed the shade, Myrmidons fell, the Descent was prayed
The Second Sun burned their blackened earth, sealed our fate, gave us rebirth.
But in the embers, thorns may creep,
Guard the light, lest shadows reap.

A hymn after long travel

O Sol above,
Burn away what hides from sight.
Cleanse the false, enshrine the true,
Light the heart of every Suledin too.
By flame, we kneel; by fire, we rise, 
Ashes drift, pyres never die.
Grant us will, and grant us flame,
That all may burn in Sol’s own name.

(This is for Ianc, my protag), tagged by Stefan Pasek.

Into the hollow of my chest,
A fire ignite,
Not fierce, nor bright,
A heat barely warm in the endless night.
I walk beneath hunger and terror,
The gods I serve aren’t mentors,
The path I walk isn’t meant for,
May my fire linger,
Oh light, please reach my yearning finger.

Micro-fiction,

1. A headache hammers on my head when I wake up. I check, rolling my neck, clacking my teeth, massaging my eyes, everything hurts, probably a flu.

Ignoring all, I burst into morning routine. My mom, my aunts, my uncles, all cloudy in their moves. Is it really a flu?

Thermometer, blood pressure, daily medicine hours, checked. Then the sun finally shines. It’s just a new season. Too much pores from wild flowers.

2. I wake up with a slight pain on the the otherside of my left ankle.

Then I walk. Then I goes down stair.

Something hidden behind the stair stab my ankle again.

Oh ho ho, I didn’t fall.

I grab the shadow skinny a** goose neck and tell it to behave.

This is my dungeon. Now you pay rent!

It still cry in the corner when I left the house to work.

Sorry guys, this wasn’t supposed to be sent. Well, it’s going to be an ongoing collection so I’ll update it accordingly then.

May the muse cascade upon you!