The guardian

Published by: bildo the changeling on 28th Jun 2011 | View all blogs by bildo the changeling

The guardian

 

The guardian is now resting

In the shadows of the walls.

He listens to the flutter of a moth

As it flies against the light.

It singes and burns its’ wings

Addicted to the heat and touch

Of insanity and fright.

 

The guardian doesn’t say a single word

For he knows, just like the elf,

The moth must enjoy its’ own private pain and inner fight.

It must hear the inner voices of unheard

Deep within itself

Before it finds a cleaner touch of health and flight.

 

Without the gift of pain and fear

The elf would never know

The magik that he holds so dear.

He must find a way to let it go

Instead of his constant insanity to pull it near.

 

He must live and know his choice.

He must hear his elfish, inner voice.

He must feel it all to have his answer clear.

 

The guardian will still be there to guard

But this time not so near.

 

The guardian

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1 Comment

  • Depth Writer
    by Depth Writer 6 years ago
    Love this stanza hon...

    Without the gift of pain and fear

    The elf would never know

    The magik that he holds so dear.

    He must find a way to let it go

    Instead of his constant insanity to pull it near.


    Nicely done
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