Listen To Winter of My Content by Richard Charles Stevens
Listen to Decollection by Sky Wikluh
Deep within the inner child forsaken…
Twas was a cold night in December
As I care to remember
September had been strangulated
October mangled and dismembered
Nobody dare mention the senselessly sad end to spent November
Distempered by the manner in which Fall had been felled
I braced myself and soldiered on regardless
My armor chinks blinked as they gaped open wide
While the blank night sky was broken, wronged and starless
I had come out here to die
And this severe December night appeared to glean the most lamentable delight from this
All blood in my arteries had frozen
Famous last words were most artfully chosen
And my arms were wide open like a Christ as I invited this
Only one trial left to take
One last tribulation to preempt the wake
No reasons left to ruminate the gloomy fate pre-dated
Which played out many times in my head space
Regrettably, the outcome had perpetually remained the same unchanged
Expecting a frosty reception
Was less than expectant of that which came next
Caught me unaware
Span me round on my nexus
As I no longer escaped but faced up to my reflection
Had searched wide and far for the mirror of me
Now this vision stared right back at me in most exquisite symmetry
Unpredictably, this duly lifted me from deep within the pits of me
And held my gaze insistently
I lowered my broadsword
Slid off my gauntlets
Unfastened my cuirass
Embracing the flame
My reflection then made haste to do the same
No longer misshapen by tragedy obscene
The rusted bones of winter set a far more dashing scene
Leapt out of my bed with not a second’s hesitation
Elevated greatly by the majesty of dream
Destiny would not see me forsaken of its theme
… for deep within, the inner child awakened.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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“If I tag #Sister that means I’m looking straight into your resplendent peepers and relaying this to you personally”. Yes Keeper…I see. And beautiful ink. It suits you ❤️❤️
Killer tattoo! I chugged this bleed like a trembling drunkard at sunrise…beautiful words dear Keeper! You keep our thoughts aroused & our pens inspired. Your silver tongue cuts but seals our soul with Crimson venom! Much thanx, LøV£ and respect
Keeper the new tat is exquisite!! I was spellbound by your words….You sir are just brilliant and I love you!!
Reblogged this on ~FALLEN ANGEL~ SERAPH OF SORROWFUL DAWN~.
I feel the strong emotion in this piece and I’m so proud of you for being the Lion you are and keeping on walking through those harshest of savannas.
“As I no longer escaped but faced up to my reflection” ~ how powerful a line that is. Nothing wrong with your reflection, you are a human being like everybody else and we all have arrows in our backs that we can’t quite pull out. In time they will rot and fall out leaving scars proving: you made it 🛡💜
Beautifully stated Mouse 🛡💜
I wrote this back in the bleak midwinter of 2017 and have come so far since. As we all have. Sometimes it is nice to glance back and consider the journey time. Felt good to finally release this after hoarding it like a squirrel for almost three years. And it is every bit as relevant now as ever.
You certainly have come extremely far and be so proud of yourself!! Our journeys have been different but I am so thankful our paths crossed 🌈
Me too. Eternally 🌈