Lost Souls Shattered Hearts.

Lost souls shattered hearts.

She came from the beautiful light

He was from the depths of hell’s night

Love and beauty grew in her wake

Sadness and pain followed him his smile fake

They fell in love

The Angeles wept from above

The hordes of hell rebelled

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Some railed against the impossibility

Others prayed for love and pity.

God smiled but shed tears

Satan wondered was this the answer to his worse fears.

Could she save his soul

Would he devour her whole.

So star crossed were these lovers

Hope was lost by their sisters and brothers.

Their love was cursed from start

Lost souls shattered hearts.

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Image from Pixabay

This afternoon I have spent listen to a group from my past Rasmus . I fell in love again with a song of theirs. I let it inspire me to write a love poem about dark and light. Above the poem , below the video.

Mary and Jo part 7

The shepherds recovering unsure of what they had just seen,

The stunning angel with the strange message. She’d looked like a beauty Queen.

They fed the sheep then headed for the town.

Whatever it was they obviously part of what was going down.

The star was still shining, you could see it from here .

None of them sure of what any of it meant

That angel could only of been heaven sent.

Mares and Jo were both asleep,

Angels had them safe within their keep.

Not to mention the staff of the Hotel Delph,

Everyone there was wishing this special couple good health.

At night the new star shone up above

And during the day from no where came the dove.

In the town there was a buzz

What was all the fuss.

Something new was happening.

Not like the new style, or the new look

This would be important , this would make a book!

Winging towards them the three magi.com checking their charts and computers nothing must go wrong.

They all agreed they did not trust Herod.com

There was something about him that was not quite right,

The way he had questioned them into the night.

The men on the plane had gifts on their mind.

They had brought some for the child, of the most special kind.

Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold , well it is a change from a babygrow or a coat to keep him safe from the cold.

So now we have magi.com following their star.

And the shepherds on their way from near and far.

We have angels and doves and an child who will be born to a gentle mother mild.

This is another excerpt from a version of the the Nativity story, that I wrote all through December 2011. It started here Mary and Jo Part 1

All photos from Pixabay.

The Conversation, just before Christmas.

Man:I like you car, is it new?

Woman : I have only had it a day or is it two.

Man:  I love the colour is it blue?

Woman: Well they call it Azure.

Man:  Do you know this road well ?

Woman :Yes I have been down it a thousand times for sure,

This road that leads right to my door.

they call in Azure blue

Man: Did you get all your presents the shops are such a crush?

Woman: I did, I even got my sister that amazing eye make up brush.

Man : And the festive food is that all in hand?

Woman: Yes and a good thing too as I am cooking this year as planned .

Man : Look who are all those people talking to the police?

Woman : OMG That is my family they’ve  all come out even brought my baby niece.

They may of heard the noise of the crash

My husband does look pale why is he acting so rash.

I think I had better talk to him before he starts to cry!

 Man :, hang on my friend you have to come with me………..

Woman : WHY?

Man :  You have crashed the car, my dear and you are about to die.

Woman : Surely you are joking I am standing here with you,

Sorry it has been good to chat but I have so much to do.

Man : Tell me what is the last thing you remember before our chat?

Woman : Well I was concentrating very hard because of all the snow

I had to swerve to miss the cat. It all went black  and then, I just don’t know.

Woman : OH! my what a commotion they are all in tears

Right outside the garden gate the neighbours have not had so much to look at for years.

Woman : Help I feel so cold and so very weak ,

Is that me inside the car, I just look asleep.

Man :  Come my friend I am with you.I shall guide you now that your earthly life is at an end.

Woman : Will they all recover will they manage without me .

Man : Don’t worry they will all cope, you can even watch and see.

Now just relax and lean your head on me, 

I have seen you’ve always been kind and you always talk with me.

Woman: I really do not want to leave them are you really sure.

Man: I am my dear friend now come with me just through this open door.

FanFoFeb : The Maid Of Orleans

She  was a good hardworking girl

Never  a problem to her parents, always fair.

Then  the visions came and she was in a whirl

Such beautiful people from heaven talked to her.

 

The Maid of Orleans was her name

She lead the French  against the English

For Charles VII she won the battle game.

To aid the Dauphin and free France her dearest wish.

 

At 16  Joan went to  Vaucouleurs, to share

Her visions  with the Dauphin

They did not listen, as  a child they dismissed her

“Go Home girl,” they said ” to lie is a sin.”

 

She did return  but her visions  did not stop.

So one year later to see the Dauphin  she returned

The wisdom she had received she refused to drop.

Poor Joan for her faith she would  be burned .

 

This time  the Dauphin listened to the maid

He saw her honesty and devout  belief

He gave her armed  men and the weapons for which she prayed

Her two brothers joined her, in Joan they had belief.

 

She led the French to Victory  the English  were Vanquished

She was the Heroine of the day

The Dauphin became  the king, he marched  forth the English to banish

They routed them at Reims  and Paris. Charles VII had his way.

 

On  a dark day in Compiegne 1430 was the year

While fighting, she was caught by Duke Philip of Burgundy

He held Joan captive then to the English sold her, without a tear

Joan knew this was the end, she would never be again be free.

 

The English tried Joan on grounds of heresy

They decided she had dressed as a man, and then repeated the crime

They took her to Rouen and bound her to the stake  for all to see.

The flames of the fire engulfed her she called out to God and her soul was set free.

 

 

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Joan D’Arc

  •  couldn’t read or write. She dictated all of her letters.
  • Some modern historians believe that Joan’s ‘visions’ were caused by epilepsy, schizophrenia or bovine (cattle) tuberculosis.
  • The extent of Joan’s leadership has been questioned by some historians. Although it is clear that she contributed to strategy and directed troops, she tended to keep her distance from the front lines of fighting.
  • Joan was wounded twice. First on the shoulder by an arrow from a longbow during the Orleans fighting, and then on the thigh by a crossbow bolt during the attack of Paris.
  • Many people believe that Joan was burned at the stake for taking part in witchcraft. This was not the case (see above). She was actually convicted of being a ‘relapsed heretic’ (wearing male clothing after having signed a document confessing to having done this in the past and promising to change her ways).

Joan D’Arc

  • was executed by burning on 31st May 1431. She was about 19.
  • Joan’s trial was overturned and her innocence was declared officially in 1456.
  • She was made a Saint of the Roman Catholic Church in 1920.
  • Joan of Arc has become an important French national symbol. During World War 2 her image was used by both the Vichy Regime, who emphasised her aggression towards the English, and the French Resistance, who emphasized how she fought against an invading and occupying force.   Read  more here.

 

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FanFoFeb: Mae and Polar Bear. 12/02/2014

“Yes I have  the child “replied the Witch  of the East

“He  is mine and on his innocence I feast!”

“Then why did I find him lost and alone in the snow?”

asked Mae.

The Witch told Mae ” I sent him out to snare you didn’t you know.

I needed him to gain your trust and love so I could reel you in. It worked  well my dear.

For your army is within my domain and you Mae, you are here!”

Mae’s temper flared this evil woman was laughing at her.

Eyes  flashing  Mae  raised her sword to the, now giant witch , “No, No” screamed Mae!!

“You evil bitch”, you  shall not win this day.

Mae advanced her eyes were wild and flashing ,

Whirling  her sword at the witch she advanced and down upon  her brought it crashing!

A high  pitch squeal was heard, it was the boys scream, followed by  the East witch laughing.

She had tricked Mae who now was shocked to see the boy child cut in two

His life’s blood oozing out, dead, dead the child was dead what was poor Mae to do?

Just in time  Mae turned to see hordes of demons, eyes a blaze slavering for her, fast advancing

Mae saw no other way but to turn and run . Out through the doors her eyes with fear dancing.

As she reached the courtyard Ewen  saw her plight

He called upon his men to help her,  he shouted  “save Mae, men fight!!”

Still Polar bear is trapped  under the East Witch’s spell

Trapped in a nightmare having to watch Mae’s agony, in his own hell.

An angel is with him trying to easy  his pain

But  she feel his anguish making him cry out  again and again………………

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FanFoFeb : Mae and Polar Bear 08/02/2014

“At last you have decided to show some sense”

Hissed  the witch of the East

“What have you to say in your defense ?”

Mae could not believe her ears such words from this female beast!

“Why do I need to defend myself to you”

Mae asked her temper, for the first time rising.

“I am not in the wrong here, no, that is you!”

Her hand around her sword hilt tightening, she look amazing , even frightening.

The Witch stood and seemed to grow filling all the room

Standing her ground  Mae  faced her arch enemy.

Sweat ran down Mae’s back she feared that she might swoon

A shaft  of silver moonlight shone through the window so Mae  could see.

Why have you turned this beautiful kingdom into a dark night

You killed  my father  and you have banished  my sister , why

What  have  we ever done to you , why  use us to vent  your spite.

You  have my half brother here, I know he is here I heard him cry.

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FanFoFeb : Mae and Polar Bear. 04/02/14

The  battle raged  for days then came the ending of the seventh day

All was but lost, such awful wounds suffered on both sides

There was nothing left to do the Winter Witch  took to her knees to pray

Mae Bade, Ewen farewell and left  the battle  field and headed to where the Witch of the East hides.

Ewen and his men also fell to their knees and prayed to which ever God  or Gods  they followed

They watched as the dragons and the demons divided as Mae past

Mae walked up to her old home,  so sullied.  She disappeared into the gates as if she had been swallowed.

Both  sides halted fighting  as at one command.

Ewen when to help the Winter Queen rise but she remained fast.

Into  the dark, cold corridors went Mae , where once  was joy and laughter

All warmth  and colour  gone no sign of her  former happy life.

Nothing  left of her family , not one sign,  just snow and icicles hanging from all the rafters.

No sign  of her sister   or her father gone, destroyed was every sign  of her former life.

With heavy heart and fear  pressing on  her chest

Mae Entered  the throne room to find  the Wicked East Witch seated on her throne

Mae took in a sharp breath, it was so cold . Yet more than  that sadness washed over her and down on her soul pressed.

Entering  the once warm and inviting great hall she came eye to eye   with the woman for whom her hatred had grown.

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Sleeping  Polar  Bear

Still in the angels care

For under the East Witches spell

I fear it will not end well…………………..

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JusJoJan : Mae and Polar Bear. 26/01/14

As the battle raged , uneven as it was Polar Bear slept in the East witch’s spell

He could not wake  from Morpheus’s hold, he had to watch as his loved ones go through hell .

From his eyes, tight shut, escaped tears of pain,  he reached out to slay the dragons, in vain

Like a puppy  caught in a dream his limbs twitched and flickered,he howled in his head again and again.

A passing angel heard his moans  and took pity on him.

She saw how exposed he was,  and realized the danger he was in.

On his back she lay to keep him warm, to try and ease his grief

Such pain she felt reading his thoughts knowing that she could afford him no relief.

 

Meanwhile Mae and the others  held their own against the demons and the dragons might

Many fell but they held the line and prayed for help to arrive, from the entreaties they had sent to allies to join their fight.

So from yellow dawn they fought till darkest night such  horrors they faced. There was nothing more that they could do.

So they  prayed  for help and in the meanwhile made sure their swords and arrows sped straight and true!

 

 

ONCE AGAIN WE LEAVE OUR HEROES IN THE LAP OF THE GODS,

AND POLAR BEAR IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL.

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REJOICE REJOICE

Mary and her friends arrived early on the Sunday morning

The sun was up, the sky was clear and the birds were announcing the dawning.

At the entrance to the tomb sat a young man dressed in white

He was fair of face and had a manner so bright.

Raising his hand to the women he said  “Sisters you are too late

He is gone, he is risen he has gone  to his father in the high estate.”

Mary was upset where was her son she needed his body there were rights to be done.

 

The tomb was empty only a shroud left behind

No hint of  his whereabouts could they find.

Rejoice said the angel rejoice and  pleased

He is now with his father from all his worldly pains relieved.

Mary and her friends then all began to smile

Jesus had risen proving the truth they had known all the while.

 

Rejoice Rejoice he has risen above rejoice, rejoice we have been saved by his love.

 

Feather Showers

White  and light falling free millions of angel feathers do I see. What has happened, what has come to be that all these angel feathers are floating free.

Gentle like wishes whispered from innocence’s mouths gently filling the skies like nimbus clouds.

Floating down like gentle snow it leaves me confused as where to go. For all is not as idyllic as it seems, I know.

For  if these feathers start to fall earthwards bound there must be trouble in heaven. I shall be bound.

Are the angels again at war could it be that heaven is again in uproar! Is this a fallen angel that we see resting by the lake , nursing  her wounds after breaking free?

Her pure white robes and wings belie the passion and and lust  her demeanour hides. See her as she rests by the lake bathing her hidden wounds. Her calm appearance is all fake.

Sadly if angels fall in love with each other they are cast out from heaven above. I am so sadden by this thought as in this veil of tears I am caught. I always hoped that up above  all was gentle all was love. If it the case that if they love each other they become erased I truly hope that is not the case .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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