Poem: Black Despair – Rise, Phoenix

The darkness overwhelms

It hides within your soul

It shatters all you are

It whispers of false gold


Can you hear it moan

As it runs down through your self

As the slickest of its touches

Violates your wealth

Of feeling?


You try to pull away

To push it from your heart

To break free from its grip

And escape before the start


Never can you free yourself

Not even as you try

And whisper to the cold dark sky



And why indeed

You ask

In head


And hand

With lips that shine with your own tears

As the dark ignores your demands

Your pleas

Your cries


Soundlessly you sob

Into the gritty street

Quietly you cry

As the world around you greets it

With silence





Steal back the night.

Rise up to your feet.

Grab it by the collar

And pull it back to meet

A sharpened stake of truth

To drive into its heart

It never should have had you

Not even from the start.


You are not its toy

Not fate’s simple thing

To be tugged

To be pulled

To be yanked from ring to ring

Of people who all talk

Of nothing and with no thing

To say.


Break free of this darkness. Make it yours instead.

It violates your pride

Now rise up from the dead

The cold

The wet

Ashes of your despair

Burning once again

The phoenix who was broken

Will now live yet once more


If and only if


The darkness that’s in store

Is brought to pay


Its crimes.


So burn now love

And burn now bright

To capture and corner the black

You once let it take you

Now you’ll take it back-

And rise-

And soar.



©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)


I love writing poetry.


Poem: Elf Lord

I know a man

With silver eyes

Whose heart is cold as snow


He’s trapped within a golden globe

Where other men can’t go


He loves to listen to all the girls

Sing their pretty songs


But try as he may

Try as he might

He cannot sing along


I know a man

With silver eyes

Whose heart is still as stone


He courted me

And gave me this

A child

Not flesh and bone


I raised her up

As best as I may

And hoped only

For the best


But father’s call

Has grown too strong

I fear she will not rest


She’ll scour the earth

For to find

Herself a human spouse


Her silver eyes

Forever behind

A veil

Not a blouse


I know a girl

With sylvan eyes

Who wears the guise of a man


She’s my daughter

Through and through

I love her


I can.





©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)



What, can’t I enjoy writing simple sylvan poetry??? Does it have to be epically long every time??? Pish posh!

My, Sam, such harsh language. You’ll scare your readership away.

Anyway. Enjoy.



Poem: Weaver of Wind (1)


Down through these streets

I fly

With golden eye

And silver dye

Running down my back

And through my hair

Where it was meant

To be

Wings spread wide I take to the sky

The cut of the ground lost to me-


Because it is away that I must die

Away from this city and its cold



The buildings standing stark

And alone in the night

Bereft of men

Bereft of mice

Screaming out in the air

Primal and loud

A laugh on its heels

Like drifting white cloud

Flowing up from my chest

As I turn in midflight

Spinning around

My heart taken with fright

As I catch sight of earth

So close to my head

I flap my wings once

To rid me of dread

To rid me of hate

And the most terrible fear

That I’ve been followed

Followed even here

Joy fills me then

Strange but not queer

Cold and not hot

Free yet of tears

That flow down my face

Unattached and unashamed

Falling back down

To the ground to be tamed

But not me I swear

I will stay wild

In the air out here

In the sky like a child

Without pain or terror

Without hate in my heart

Weaving the wind

As it is my art.


©2012 Sam Oliver (Eris)


A poem in parts. And we know how that works! I dunno when the next part(s) will be done. Eventually I guess, as the fancy strikes me. But this isn’t the last of it. Or maybe it is! I’ll leave it up to you guys. Should I?? Shouldn’t I??