Words from the Whispering Woods: VI
It's not about the supernatural or the unknown, but I deem it worthy of the WWW series. It just fits the vibe.
"OCTOBER"
October 2009
Prologue of frost:
Echo your cold-aged word
Between sweet bare wood,
Being disrobed
As you begin striking down
Its millions of veils.
Harvest wind:
Refresh my skin
And break my sweat,
And whisper stories
Of Pagan dances
And mask-hidden ghosts.
Crimson woods:
Set my path alight
With your blazen canopy.
What has remained
Of your fiery veils
Is my warmth and solace.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
WWW V: Red Moon
Words from the Whispering Woods: V
Inspired from a section of a book titled "Marie (or Slavery in the United States)" by Gustave de Beaumont.
"RED MOON"
October 2009
Ominous red moon,
Be not a sign,
Be not a warning,
Do not attest
To the sorrow I now foresee.
Ominous red moon,
Be but a lie,
Be only harmless hue,
Camouflage yourself in white.
Let our anguish be eased.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
A deadline of three days
From today has been set.
Either one side will surrender
Or all of their soldiers be dead.
We must arrive soon,
Be still alive,
Be in good health,
Brother of she
Who travels alongside of me.
We must arrive soon,
Onward we ride,
Onward, my horse.
Two days have passed, and
I've promised reunion tomorrow.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her faith would surely crumble.
The blood of a man glows above our eyes.
She sleeps in our caravan
With hopeful dreams of her kin
Outside, this night is painted red,
And so she must stay within.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her heart would surely go still
From the burden of this fateful sight.
The sunrise will not be long.
We will find our destination soon.
Fate, let my intuition be wrong,
And rid us of this ominous red moon.
Inspired from a section of a book titled "Marie (or Slavery in the United States)" by Gustave de Beaumont.
"RED MOON"
October 2009
Ominous red moon,
Be not a sign,
Be not a warning,
Do not attest
To the sorrow I now foresee.
Ominous red moon,
Be but a lie,
Be only harmless hue,
Camouflage yourself in white.
Let our anguish be eased.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
A deadline of three days
From today has been set.
Either one side will surrender
Or all of their soldiers be dead.
We must arrive soon,
Be still alive,
Be in good health,
Brother of she
Who travels alongside of me.
We must arrive soon,
Onward we ride,
Onward, my horse.
Two days have passed, and
I've promised reunion tomorrow.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her faith would surely crumble.
The blood of a man glows above our eyes.
She sleeps in our caravan
With hopeful dreams of her kin
Outside, this night is painted red,
And so she must stay within.
I must keep her inside.
I must not let her look at the sky.
Her heart would surely go still
From the burden of this fateful sight.
The sunrise will not be long.
We will find our destination soon.
Fate, let my intuition be wrong,
And rid us of this ominous red moon.
Island
"ISLAND"
October 2009
There is no distraction.
I could wallow pitifully
In perfect fantasy:
Living surrounded by beauty
On the most serene
Beaches of all continents,
And mysterious lakes,
And all the world's pools.
I could roam in the depths
Of shallow love
And wade in the misery
Of constant ecstasy.
In the endless waters
Filled with living things,
Vast, and great organic things,
Numerous, but only things,
Islands grow.
Dots on a canvas.
She is one,
And small,
And treacherous,
But the sun always finds her,
And shines on her,
Illuminates her above all else.
The ocean's current drags me
Away from here,
But I always see this
Painful paradise,
A mere dot in the distance.
October 2009
There is no distraction.
I could wallow pitifully
In perfect fantasy:
Living surrounded by beauty
On the most serene
Beaches of all continents,
And mysterious lakes,
And all the world's pools.
I could roam in the depths
Of shallow love
And wade in the misery
Of constant ecstasy.
In the endless waters
Filled with living things,
Vast, and great organic things,
Numerous, but only things,
Islands grow.
Dots on a canvas.
She is one,
And small,
And treacherous,
But the sun always finds her,
And shines on her,
Illuminates her above all else.
The ocean's current drags me
Away from here,
But I always see this
Painful paradise,
A mere dot in the distance.
WWW IV: Lady in White
Words from the Whispering Woods: IV
Loosely based around the legend of the "white lady" of Union Cemetery in Easton, CT. There have been many sightings of this woman in both Easton and Monroe. The story I based this on was that of a truck driver who, in the middle of the night, hit a woman in a white dress with his truck... then when he got out, of course, no one was there. I'm pretty sure this is a common story, and non-specific to this local legend, but it's cool nonetheless. Of course, I didn't include a truck since I like my lyrics to have a more timeless feeling.
"LADY IN WHITE"
April/May 2008
It was such a bewitching night,
And my eyes and my legs were so heavy,
Yet I thought nothing would stop me.
Running...
It was such a bewitching place,
Littered with graves and tombstones,
Yet I thought nothing would stop me.
Running...
It was such a bewitching hour,
All I could think about was home,
So I thought nothing could stop me.
Running...
The sight of a lady in white
Draped with long, black hair
Came into my vision like a flash of light,
We collided and both fell to the ground.
As I pulled myself back onto my feet,
And I clutched my weary head,
Still throbbing with pain from the blow,
I reached out, to offer her my hand.
Yet I felt nothing but the air so cold,
And a fearful sweat slid from my brow,
And I saw no figure beside me,
Beneath me, around me.
But in the distance I heard her voice;
A tortured, indistinguishable cry.
What a horror that swept through my soul!
And I prayed that nothing would stop me.
Running...
Running...
Running...
Loosely based around the legend of the "white lady" of Union Cemetery in Easton, CT. There have been many sightings of this woman in both Easton and Monroe. The story I based this on was that of a truck driver who, in the middle of the night, hit a woman in a white dress with his truck... then when he got out, of course, no one was there. I'm pretty sure this is a common story, and non-specific to this local legend, but it's cool nonetheless. Of course, I didn't include a truck since I like my lyrics to have a more timeless feeling.
"LADY IN WHITE"
April/May 2008
It was such a bewitching night,
And my eyes and my legs were so heavy,
Yet I thought nothing would stop me.
Running...
It was such a bewitching place,
Littered with graves and tombstones,
Yet I thought nothing would stop me.
Running...
It was such a bewitching hour,
All I could think about was home,
So I thought nothing could stop me.
Running...
The sight of a lady in white
Draped with long, black hair
Came into my vision like a flash of light,
We collided and both fell to the ground.
As I pulled myself back onto my feet,
And I clutched my weary head,
Still throbbing with pain from the blow,
I reached out, to offer her my hand.
Yet I felt nothing but the air so cold,
And a fearful sweat slid from my brow,
And I saw no figure beside me,
Beneath me, around me.
But in the distance I heard her voice;
A tortured, indistinguishable cry.
What a horror that swept through my soul!
And I prayed that nothing would stop me.
Running...
Running...
Running...
WWW III: Ember in a Dark Shroud
Words from the Whispering Woods: III
This was a piece I wrote five years ago. It occurred when I looked up at the sky, and it appeared that something in the sky was on fire. It was just the sun being partially obscured by a cloud, but it inspired me to write this.
"EMBER IN A DARK SHROUD"
April 2004
For only a moment
I could swear
That the sun,
Ruler of the day,
Had slain the moon,
Ruler of the night,
And taken over his kingdom.
I stood on a hill
And watched the blue clouds part,
For only a moment,
And reveal a shimmering orange;
An ember in a dark shroud.
For only a moment
I could swear
That the skies,
Guardians of the earth,
Were consumed by flames,
Guardians of hell,
So they might live with their brothers:
The stars.
This was a piece I wrote five years ago. It occurred when I looked up at the sky, and it appeared that something in the sky was on fire. It was just the sun being partially obscured by a cloud, but it inspired me to write this.
"EMBER IN A DARK SHROUD"
April 2004
For only a moment
I could swear
That the sun,
Ruler of the day,
Had slain the moon,
Ruler of the night,
And taken over his kingdom.
I stood on a hill
And watched the blue clouds part,
For only a moment,
And reveal a shimmering orange;
An ember in a dark shroud.
For only a moment
I could swear
That the skies,
Guardians of the earth,
Were consumed by flames,
Guardians of hell,
So they might live with their brothers:
The stars.
WWW II: What Still Remains
Words from the Whispering Woods: II
This is based on the legendary woods of Dudleytown, in mountainous northwest CT. This was once a section of the town of Cornwall, back in the 1700s(-ish). It had a population of only around 100 people, who all eventually either died or moved away. Today nothing remains there but abandoned woods, some paths, and some remnants of foundations of old houses. It is believed by many to be haunted. It is absolutely illegal for ANYBODY to trespass or even park near the entrance of these woods, as it is currently owned by the Dark Entry Forest Association. The area is heavily patrolled, and people are frequently fined or arrested immediately on sight simply for parking their cars on Bald Mountain Road or Dark Entry Road.
"WHAT STILL REMAINS"
April 2008
Upon a hill,
At the entrance
Through a gateway of mysterious vines,
All of the sounds of life end.
No creature dwells in this realm.
Nothing lives but the trees
And the wind.
Yet there is a presence,
An energy, lingering,
Of what once was
Miles deep inside these woods,
Seeping through abandoned foundations
Of a dead, old village,
Lurching down the abandoned path
Of a dead, old road.
Those who dare to venture
Past the warning posts
Into this forbidden ghost town
Will still have to contend
With what still remains.
The yell of a voice without a throat
And presence of hate without a conscience
Beckon the shadows
Of ravenous mongrels at your feet.
Angrily creaking trees
Cry out the call of banshees,
Pleading with you
To leave
And never return.
A force burns out your lantern
And crawls into your head;
You stumble onto the dirt,
Stricken with vertigo.
And now you have to run back,
Back to the warning posts,
Out of this forbidden ghost town,
For no one will contend
With what still remains.
This is based on the legendary woods of Dudleytown, in mountainous northwest CT. This was once a section of the town of Cornwall, back in the 1700s(-ish). It had a population of only around 100 people, who all eventually either died or moved away. Today nothing remains there but abandoned woods, some paths, and some remnants of foundations of old houses. It is believed by many to be haunted. It is absolutely illegal for ANYBODY to trespass or even park near the entrance of these woods, as it is currently owned by the Dark Entry Forest Association. The area is heavily patrolled, and people are frequently fined or arrested immediately on sight simply for parking their cars on Bald Mountain Road or Dark Entry Road.
"WHAT STILL REMAINS"
April 2008
Upon a hill,
At the entrance
Through a gateway of mysterious vines,
All of the sounds of life end.
No creature dwells in this realm.
Nothing lives but the trees
And the wind.
Yet there is a presence,
An energy, lingering,
Of what once was
Miles deep inside these woods,
Seeping through abandoned foundations
Of a dead, old village,
Lurching down the abandoned path
Of a dead, old road.
Those who dare to venture
Past the warning posts
Into this forbidden ghost town
Will still have to contend
With what still remains.
The yell of a voice without a throat
And presence of hate without a conscience
Beckon the shadows
Of ravenous mongrels at your feet.
Angrily creaking trees
Cry out the call of banshees,
Pleading with you
To leave
And never return.
A force burns out your lantern
And crawls into your head;
You stumble onto the dirt,
Stricken with vertigo.
And now you have to run back,
Back to the warning posts,
Out of this forbidden ghost town,
For no one will contend
With what still remains.
WWW I: Projected Visions in Sleep Paralysis
Words from the Whispering Woods: I
"PROJECTED VISIONS IN SLEEP PARALYSIS"
Spring 2009
At a strange hour I half-woke
Long before the morning crept in.
The room still shaded deep blue,
A half-moon half-illuminated an odd sight.
Indistinguishable figures
Danced on the ceiling,
Seemingly joyous but demonic;
Devilish half-human insects.
Yet,
Only my eyelids would move,
Opening my eyes halfway
As my entire body was paralyzed.
I could not speak
To these odd entities.
I could not leave my bed.
Still,
Despite this night's
Unexpected supernatural infection,
Despite my mind's
Foreseeable apprehensive inclination,
I remained only
Half-afraid.
"PROJECTED VISIONS IN SLEEP PARALYSIS"
Spring 2009
At a strange hour I half-woke
Long before the morning crept in.
The room still shaded deep blue,
A half-moon half-illuminated an odd sight.
Indistinguishable figures
Danced on the ceiling,
Seemingly joyous but demonic;
Devilish half-human insects.
Yet,
Only my eyelids would move,
Opening my eyes halfway
As my entire body was paralyzed.
I could not speak
To these odd entities.
I could not leave my bed.
Still,
Despite this night's
Unexpected supernatural infection,
Despite my mind's
Foreseeable apprehensive inclination,
I remained only
Half-afraid.
Nick's Blog
As I have been doing a lot more writing lately, this blog will feature many of my lyrics/poems/whatever you want to call them, and anything else I deem relevant to post up here. Many of the lyrics will be labeled as part of a series titled "Words from the Whispering Woods." This series of works is centered around the supernatural/paranormal/unknown. One day, I hope to put these pieces to music, though I have no idea when. Enjoy!
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