Dance of the Torches

© 2008 jeromevbrooke

Far, far away, the flames do play,
Leaping in the far distance
Across the way, candles wildly turn,
Doing their reckless dance.

Stars glitter, then fall, in the sky;
Hopeless realm of night.
Falling, falling to our green realm,
Into our fading sight.

Memories, mere dreams, rise in the dark,
Blind eye of the mind.
Dreams of death, memories of fleeting love,
All, all of a single kind.

January 2, 2008. General Poetry. No Comments.

Fangs of the Night

© 2008 jeromevbrooke

Tyger, Queen of Dark Night,
Queen of Day,
Always you walk, always you hunt,
Searching for Prey.

Dead shadows, shadows of cold Night,
Shadows now cold,
Hiding claws of gold, claws of fire,
Hiding fangs of gold.
Snow Leopard, Queen of Death,
Follow this, our band.
Embrace us, kiss us, one by one,
Silent in the land.

January 2, 2008. General Poetry. 1 Comment.

Dragon Ships

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Wooden forts, sails of white and red,
Carry dragon ships of Samar.
With men of war, in plate of bronze,
Immortal Tiger Men of Talasar.

My Lady of the waves, see your ships,
Leopards fast and bold.
Cities of the North, proud and rich, will fall,
With their silver and gold.

Proud is your father, King of Storms,
In his bed below.
I will lead my lads of fire, to distant shores,
Islands of Pyraalo.

September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Queen of Darkness

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Ruler of the Sulu Sea, Queen of Cebu,
Call your sail.
Queen of red battle, captain of the fleet,
Don silver mail.

Islands to the south do rebel, their kings plot,
The enemy closes the gate.
Priests cannot speak the truth, Lies leap forth,
Temples test fate.

Queen of Samar, call the legions,
We must stand.
Fair one, command us to slay the false kings,
Let us free the land.

Gems lie to the south, and silver coin,
Their princes steal your gold.
Send the legions, men in bronze,
Your noble warriors bold.

Our cohorts will slay the Evil One;
Death stalks the foul lie.
We will give fell blows to false cities,
Mere rebels must die.

September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Queen of Darkness

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Ruler of the Sulu Sea, Queen of Cebu,
Call your sail.
Queen of red battle, captain of the fleet,
Don silver mail.

Islands to the south do rebel, their kings plot,
The enemy closes the gate.
Priests cannot speak the truth, Lies leap forth,
Temples test fate.

Queen of Samar, call the legions,
We must stand.
Fair one, command us to slay the false kings,
Let us free the land.

Gems lie to the south, and silver coin,
Their princes steal your gold.
Send the legions, men in bronze,
Your noble warriors bold.

Our cohorts will slay the Evil One;
Death stalks the foul lie.
We will give fell blows to false cities,
Mere rebels must die.

September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

Queen of Darkness

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Queen of Darkness

Ruler of the Sulu Sea, Queen of Cebu,
Call your sail.
Queen of red battle, captain of the fleet,
Don silver mail.

Islands to the south do rebel, their kings plot,
The enemy closes the gate.
Priests cannot speak the truth, Lies leap forth,
Temples test fate.

Queen of Samar, call the legions,
We must stand.
Fair one, command us to slay the false kings,
Let us free the land.

Gems lie to the south, and silver coin,
Their princes steal your gold.
Send the legions, men in bronze,
Your noble warriors bold.

Our cohorts will slay the Evil One;
Death stalks the foul lie.
We will give fell blows to false cities,
Mere rebels must die.

September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

The Barren Waste

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Mount, ride my Prince, son of our Queen,
Lead us to gold.
Pale is the horse, the wild white horse,
That I here do hold.

Our Queen sent us here, to Cebu,
Most cruel land.
Here we stand, awaiting her command,
Our spears in hand.

Now you will be lost, silent, pale,
Son of the Queen.
Lead us to Cebu, Land of Gold,
Never to be seen.

September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

© 2007 jeromevbrooke


September 21, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.

The New Mirage

© 2007 jeromevbrooke

Mirage

Layers of false illusion lie,
Plale clouds twist and wildly fly.

Under us, red walls glow,
Tears, cold knives, flow.

Choice now, now will return.
Hope and love shall return

Jerome Brooke

September 18, 2007. General Poetry. No Comments.