

The Traveler A traveler reaches era's endThe Traveler by ~Zweiteilung
to feel a shard torn from his life,
yet in the face of poignant strife has chosen not to comprehend
the difference between truth and right
and can't escape from nonpareils
or treacherous naïveté-- a paradox of dark delight;
His waning will cannot suffice
to stay the force of that which prowls
within his soul, whose endless howls turn heart to fire and mind to ice;
Try as he may, with eyes agleam
she steals his soul with gentle stare;
she weaves her net and brings to bear the deepest maelstrom of his dreams;
As tangled paths take her away,
as she pulls free and fades from sight,
his desperat


Rain I love the rain.Rain by ~Zweiteilung
It falls and cleanses, soothes and eases,
provides an impartial yet empathetic backdrop-
a solid canvas upon which we cast our thoughts;
here is a sleeping Earth's heartbeat amplified-
a temporary manifestation of the infinite...
Now it changes- the beat, so steady before,
quickens; the giant's troubled dreams
begin to win, begin to tear, rending
the fabric of the skies with deafening blasts,
and I, being insignificant, am caught along,
my mind reflecting the brooding darkness;
the tumultuous fury of the winds drowns out
the cries and screams, and now, too late, I realize-
I hate the rain.


Shadow ShadowShadow by ~Zweiteilung
What shadows we cast, when bathed in light,
or even the half-light- of the strongest rays
filtered through the haze of our lies;
or deep, embracing shadows of night-
jagged outlines traced by cold moonlight;
What darkness we harbor deep within,
when, at the end of sense, we pause to turn
our eyes inside, to conquer clamor and din,
finding envy, desire; yet stubbornly we defend
the pain, the struggle, and the wounds we tend.
What sadness we, as stooped oxen, bear;
melancholy, bleak and heavy, turns us
inside-out, yet simultaneously snares
our thoughts- gives focus beyond compare
to fight private shadows of silent despair.