THE COMPANION
Anne Mortifee
Anne Mortifee

I have haunted the hills for moonlit traces
Silent wanderers, kinsmen of my soul.
I have lonewolf beckoned upon the farthest star,
Wailed my throat into a siren's call
Beckoned creation to smite me dead
Or awaken me from slumber.
Under my foot the rock is cold
But in my chest the best of creation hovers
Ablaze like a thousand centuries of suns
I am compressed into one small marble of stillness.
I will not perish from the cold.
I am older than starlight and at peace with time.
The rhyme of the ancients flows in my veins
And pain and sorrow have no power over me.
 

Down in the silence when the darkness falls
And the lone wolf howls near the garden wall
An old man sits, from his throat he calls
The companion
 

Shadows flicker from the breathless past
The spell is weaved and the dye is cast
He knows in his heart the time won't last
With the companion


Soft as the dew on the moonlit lawn
The murmur of the lake and the night birds' song
No footprint sounds yet he knows he's drawn
The companion
 

Oh, he comes and goes
He'll come again, you'll know not when
For black as coal his hollow eyes
Will pierce your soul, crack your disguise
And even then you'll not believe
You'll turn away, refuse to play
With the companion
 

The echo of a skip of a rock on a lake
The beating of a heart that's about to break
The gift was given but he could not take
>From the companion
 

So when magic stalks on a moonlit night
Bow not your head to the inner fright
But turn your face and seek the light
Of the companion




(Contributed by =AeMoggs= - November 2008)