Double Edge

She is light, and gossamer,

a sonata, and rose petals,

dancing in the breeze.

Her heart is a song

for every living thing

and quiet beauty is her home.

She comes to me often

speaking of the love

that plays softly as violins,

and of her flock and family

and the flowers that grow

along the walls she tends.

I am drawn to her endlessly,

falling around her like dew

and letting the pure clean

air of her spirit wash 

my darkness back.

I could not stand a world

where we were separated

nor could I live to see

her suffer any pain.

In that hides the blade,

the double edge I carry,

as sharp as devils claws

and dangerous to even see.

For beneath my steady,

friendly gaze there lives

a monster, scaled & smoking,

talons sharp & hungry

for the meat of destruction,

a Render of Worlds and 

bringer of the End of Times,

alone and suffering,

always ready to explode. 

And while I dance with her

to songs of sylvan days

and laugh into the night,

drunk on heaven's wine,

I know that at any moment

a claw may slip free,

or the edge of a protruding scale,

may cut deeply into

sacred and innocent flesh

and I would never know

until the dance had ended

and I held a lifeless body

where once beauty

had ruled supreme.

Then I would be alone

and chained to stones

of sadness and regret,

unable to escape this world,

but trapped here in

her forever dying day.

For beneath my steady

friendly gaze there lives

a monster, scaled & smoking,

talons sharp & hungry

for the meat of destruction,

a Render of Worlds and 

bringer of the End of Times,

alone and suffering,

always ready to explode. 

LD - Full Moon, July, 2012