Versus

I stand alone on a desolate battlefield; awaiting the called charge, it will end all suffrage of pain. The time and call never reach me. The grass glows gently beneath the crescent moon filled sky; from which the nights endless sweet breath blows softly on my face, I am blinded by the glazing after effect. Attempting to lay and rest; my body is weary , awake am I for the duration of the evening. Morning swoops in later than expected; the dulling sun eludes the clouds, I ready myself for battle. The enemy - my shadow; its reflection, the ultimate adversary. The battle for control has begun; and still in lifes wonder, my mind awaits the called charge.

Of a Friend, Shadows

Shadows from a stranger; come in from the nights chill, step towards the candlelight to show thyself. Be not afraid of my maud kindness; cast out your delusions, put aside your fear and come nigh. Bring to me the smile of a child hidden within the beauty of woman; still somewhat encased, in the stranger I once knew. Show me thy face; let me look upon your splendor, let its freedom touch upon my heart once more. Indeed it has missed your embrace; and I, its love.