Reunion

[Pleiadic]

Long the mist hungers, lingers
luring morning in with goat's eyes
the early forest shivers
writhing light alive that I may witness its haunting

Feigning being born then dying
taking root somewhere deep inside
clinging to my forest as I awaken
to day or night I know not

Smudging muted colours,
the familiars of my borders for an age...
alone I am mesmerized

They call mist a ghost,
a fell omen
they call that mists kill yet I,
this moment, have become One with them.

"Without me this mountain would claim its reflection
its chipped mirror skies
black with unshine...
bloody smile whose beauty
would destroy the world

Without me snow would fail of drying
and fogs to gloat the sippid dark in ash...
can you still see them
as you blind to their pallour like a victim?
Can you imagine where the mountain falls
when turned upside down?"

They call me a ghost,
most evil of men
they call I will kill as I,
this moment, creep up behind them.

Step up, broken man, from stone
attempting claim on fate or fortune.
When beaten, fog returns to soul form
that the weak may think him welcome
but turn his head it knots a noose to hang him
or a spear to pulp his beating heart
or claws to dig from wrists his life
that my mists may, again, know reunion.

[bandgeekfreak]

Wow, I can't even put into words all that comes to mind as I read this. Just a really thought provoking piece, great read.

[dwells]

The goat's eyes, the golden glittering slits and the mountains tumbling down to fill the valleys. As souls return from the fog and we hang or shred skin to return to our origin as one. This speaks to me Ple, and the unshine, central portion was spell-binding, cheers!

[everhopeful]

The sound of the language in this one, especially in the first couple of stanzas, was as foreboding as the descriptions themselves! It's a really interesting approach to a poem too, bringing a voice to a spectre-like presence, taking on the qualities of the mist. Yet it's not as overtly haunting as the ghost comparison might suggest, and this definitely takes on a more menacing and threatening feel, suited to this board.
With a dark feel to it, and solid use of characterisation of the speaker's voice, this is a really intriguing read.

[Pleiadic]

This poem was written as my curiosity of an interview called "The Silence of Gaahl" I saw on Youtube, where the creature, when asked if his explicit solitude in the mountains was lonely, froze and remained catatonic for almost an hour. Something so...foreign, so inhuman fascinated me. Gaahl has since found love and become a beautiful creature...just goes to show that anyone can change. :)

[rupertpupkin]

Wonderful poem. Unique and profound. Well done on the spotlight