Stargazer

Stargazer they call me,
My eyes always fixed on the sky;
Hands reaching up for the heavens,
Arms spread wide in supplication,
Heels dug into the earth.
I can't let go today.

Free myself from gravity,
Find myself borne high,
Flay myself of shackles,
Fail myself.
Again.

Stargazer they call me,
My eyes always fixed on the sky.
Bound by your cruel astronomy
To bear this brilliant longing.
Staring at the sun,
I lose my sight.

Still,
You shine with the light of the ages,
A north star guiding me home.

Brave Heart (Final)

((I tire of this poem now, this is as far as I'm going in the edits. Definitely improved though. Thanks Ren.))

Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.

No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath the granite burden
Borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.

Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.

Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."

Brave Heart (Revised)

((The second version of this poem, created under the critical eye of Ren. Still not perfect, but better.))

Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
Now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.

No more flash of steel
T'accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cry silenced
Beneath such granite burden

As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.

Until the flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must be.
Hammer of England will fall no more:
The world is darker for it.

Thus false crusades do end
Amidst the failing heat of Spanish suns.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."

Brave Heart

((The first of my poems written after this blog was created. Trying something I haven't done before.))

Black Douglas took my heart
But never made it to Jerusalem.
So now it's lying buried
In a Melrose Abbey tomb.

No more flash of steel
To accompany the crack of wood.
Battle cries are silenced
Beneath such granite burden

As is borne by those
With the power to lead others.
Uphold their beliefs;
Fight for freedom.

Until flames are smothered,
Like all such brilliance must.
Hammer of England shall fall no more:
The world is darker for it.

Thus our failed crusade did end
Amidst the dying heat of a Spanish sun.
A lonely, loyal voice cries out
"Go first into the fight, brave heart,
As you have ever done."