Yellow Orb, Pt I-IV

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Part I

Yellow orb, dark heavens, high
Broken beams descend, sourced pale light
Illumine the path in calamity’s dim harvest.
In fortnight past, the witness by my reliance
Is far more wretched than forseen:

By faint exposure, is life’s betrayal unearthed;
The specter of my kindred loves
Razed in immeasurable carnage.

The days’ dread is a dagger
Anchored in an unanimated tomb of
This light-starved heart.

An unholy wound hammers will and strength
So meeting this vapid trek,
Trudging on under that faint candle
Above macabre mountains by faithful fallen…
Yellow orb, dark heavens, high



Part II


The vistas once ranging to the periphery of vision

had merged, a flood of droplets, sapping all hues

save that ominous grey, blending sky into land

The pelting showers fed into caged indecision:

a remembrance of an old refrain played upon

once resolute convictions.



‘Water cascading, racing down

Soil immersed, torrent relentless

Dull, erratic, percussive sound

Earth succumbing gasps in wetness



Riding hard, the incline steep

Leaping, dashing, upon dark horse

with one heart intent to keep

Unfailing fervor, destined course



Parchment pale under vest

Burning heart within chest

Rains hurls down without rest

To hope to have, but ne’er possess



Passions strength carried faith to love

Endure the tempest by light of the Dove’

Surely some faint cheer may bleed through

the desolate dampness by dark long days

conspiracy to snuff the heart’s true light

on the warrior’s trek ‘neath waning might.



Recall the word of sages, “without a vision

The people perish.” Smite this derision

The wound of this mind, by risen Wings

Heaven bound beings will lead the blind.



Head down, scanning the mud pasted path,

Is my salvation any nearer than these twenty one

bleak days have introduced me to? Heaven descend

to the depths of this rock, encircling the hidden sun!


Save me from the mouth of deaths’ hungering jaws

lest despair be the toxin by which my heart is gnawed.


Part III



To bring forth those day’s former gladness

Paradox of promise is a mocking traveler

My wife and fair sons, struck down by madness

are alive in this mind, and fate, the unraveler



I’m living death, walking, as I stalk after hope

By gleaning from wastelands and creek beds, I cope

My faith is my armor, as chivalry dies

And vengeance is fleeting as memory cries:





Flaming darts fly in battle

to quicken vile schemes

defeats’ crude voice rattles

on the front of my dreams


The adversary does deride me in pillars made thought

And hopeless, abides me, as the warring is brought

Should I lose in these tactics to lay claim in my mind

I’ll be no more than the shell of a warrior gone blind





Where is my deliverance as spoken through sages

Saving hard fallen, lost warriors, through ages

In grief’s unblessed marriage to despair, bears sons

My heart up to heaven in all faith to pure ones



The clouds’ misted mass looming dark overhead

Was horizon’s dooming, and scathing dank dread

A parting by that flank leaves a hole in night sky

Fanning Yellow Orb’s faint beams to sojourn by



Shed dark days, sky’s candle is my friend

Dimming jewel, proceeds recession to night’s end

Enjoining sun, faiths’ armor mirrors light

Upon new dawn, joyous memories burn bright



Part IV



The resolve of my bones has fallen away

Like the end of night, inviting new day

Into my wakened hours, a blanket of sleep

As held to my minds eye, loved ones in keep

The scenes of mindscape have eaten desire

Exhausting life’s fires since transversed the fray



Rest brings sleep in mortal thought

From pillages deep and waste in drought

I sleep, I sleep, to span the chasm

Slowly seep, by lulling fade

To flee on wings, ruminations staid



A world unknown, comes in view

By silence hushed, and glades bright dew

There is no sense by war’s fierce face

A warming sun breathes heats’ embrace



Entranced in vision by lock and key

Flowing on rivers’ light I see

The kindred loves removed by strife

My two strong sons and faithful wife



Their call for me to leave war’s stage

Hard fought inventions and violent cage

The valiant, valor and only siege known

Forsaken, life taken, down to the bone




The heed of enticings and sumptuous fairs

A trophy of trophys, as joy is declared

Lay down the wielding of my shield’s due

To reckon this soldier be raised anew




Forever done are vain treks by dim sight

From Yellow Orbs offerings that sap men’s might

From temper by battle in savage bleak fight

As night yields to day into birth of new light



Far and away fly war’s beast

Passions full dressed as I am brought to a feast

All loves and all honor, my ancestral line

Have been waiting in elation

The retiring warrior who fought to deaths door

Eternal celebration that knows pain no more