“Shadows Woven, Fall Within”
(Lyrical Poem)
In twilight’s glen where whispers lie,
Beneath the canopy of sky,
I tread where stars, like lanterns, glow,
Through paths of frost, and fields of woe.
A voice is there, serene and true,
With song that stirs where silence grew.
Through shadowed halls and weathered stone,
I’ve sought the light that claimed my own.
When mountains quake and rivers wane,
And stars forget their silver flame,
Your soul and mine shall intertwine,
Through deathless dark, with light divine.
My twin of heart,
My kindred flame,
Through ageless night, I speak your name.
In timeless streams, together roam,
Beneath the sky that is our home.
“Bleeding Ink”
(Ars Poem)
Clouds of grey and murky rain,
Pounce against the windowpane,
As the poet sets the stage,
Crumbling forgotten page,
Of blended ink, as she implores
Life that’s led on other shores.
Ghosts, they live, through poet’s pen,
Whispering the truths of men,
The ink reveals their inner cries,
As tears flow from the poet’s eyes.
She bleeds their soul with every line,
Connecting to the great divine.
A poet seeks the buried truth,
Of ageless love,
Of wondered youth.
“On the Wings of Ash and Sorrow”
(My Ode to Tolkien)
Beneath the sky of burning gold,
Where mountains pierce the heaven’s fire,
The dragon rests, both young and old,
A creature shaped by God’s desire.
His breath of smoke, his eyes of flame,
Wisdom stirs within his gaze,
He guards a land without a name,
A silent vale through endless days.
Amid his hoard, in flightless night,
There lies a bloom of love, so rare,
It glows within a silver light,
His soul is what it aims to bare.
This fragile token, a tale untold,
A blooming love that did not last,
Its roots are bound in soils of old,
Its leaves remembering the past.
The dragon sings with mellow tide,
That bends the hills and shakes the air,
A mournful song, both deep and wide,
A love was lost, yet ever there.
Through endless night, his watch is kept,
His heart a wild and restless flame,
Though eons pass and stars have wept,
His yearning lingers just the same.
Love, though fleeting, carved its place,
Within the soul where time stands still,
It bends his heart with long embrace,
In chains he’s bound- unbroken will.
Here, he lies, beneath the sky.
This ancient guardian of lore,
With love enduring, not to die
Echoing his song forevermore.
K.E. Jones- Writer 