{"id":4075,"date":"2014-08-06T15:07:16","date_gmt":"2014-08-06T20:07:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/?p=4075"},"modified":"2014-08-06T15:07:16","modified_gmt":"2014-08-06T20:07:16","slug":"daniskira","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/poetry\/daniskira\/","title":{"rendered":"Daniskira"},"content":{"rendered":"

Similar to Faroene<\/a>, this is a character poem wrenched from the heart of the Symbologist, Daniskira.<\/p>\n

As poetry so often does, it lays bare words, feelings, and fears that Daniskira dare not consider while she remains trapped inside my epic tale, Malmaxa<\/a>. Should you find yourself confused, don\u2019t be distressed. Sometimes we mistake our intuitions for suspicions. At others we mistake our suspicions for intuitions. Perhaps one of those circumstances leads to our confusion.<\/p>\n

~ Daniskira<\/strong> ~<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n My match\u2019s memory sets my heart aglow.<\/em>
\n Such fire burns deep.<\/em>
\n Such fire burns slow.<\/em>
\n A smiling face to the world I show,<\/em>
\n yet when my eyes close,<\/em>
\n to my Demons I\u2019ll go.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Demons that in my dreams await,<\/em>
\n Demons that stir my fears,<\/em>
\n their hungers to sate.<\/em>
\n My opening eyes their feast do abate,<\/em>
\n yet their shrill screams<\/em>
\n still cast doubt on my fate.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n How I long to take comfort,<\/em>
\n in the arms of my mate.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Will my match\u2019s love last,<\/em>
\n will his feelings for me hold him fast?<\/em>
\n To these troubled thoughts,<\/em>
\n my Demons emit a derisive blast,<\/em>
\n \u201cSurely such good things<\/em>
\n as Beltamar must pass!\u201d<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n How I dread the days spent apart,<\/em>
\n will our return to Malmaxa,<\/em>
\n grant us<\/em>
\n a new start?<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Deaf ears to our pleas do our Demons turn,<\/em>
\n and on our shoulders they pile<\/em>
\n and heap up their scorn.<\/em>
\n You see, it\u2019s for misery our Demons do yearn,<\/em>
\n and so,<\/em>
\n our happiness do they spurn,<\/em>
\n and into our hearts cast Doubt,<\/em>
\n in which each of us<\/em>
\n eternally burn.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n My back bows beneath such weight,<\/em>
\n the hours grow long,<\/em>
\n the hours grow late.<\/em>
\n Till finally from slumber I wake,<\/em>
\n and from my dread dreams I escape.<\/em>
\n A clear mind shows me the path,<\/em>
\n that leads from their miserable hate,<\/em>
\n yet toward whence I know not,<\/em>
\n nor my ultimate fate.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Oh how I yearn for the arms of my mate,<\/em>
\n Beltamar will offer me comfort.<\/em>
\n And yes, his comfort,<\/em>
\n I\u2019ll gladly take.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n My hanging head releases my tears,<\/em>
\n from my eyes to the earth,<\/em>
\n do I watch them pour,<\/em>
\n my misted vision blots out all fears,<\/em>
\n and in my Chukrah\u2019s embrace am I,<\/em>
\n once more,<\/em>
\n secure.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Sunrise heralds a new dawning day,<\/em>
\n bringing relief, as into my duty I wade.<\/em>
\n The unmarked wait in slow moving lines,<\/em>
\n My task, my duty, my goal,<\/em>
\n and also my why,<\/em>
\n is to etch in their flesh their Soul sign,<\/em>
\n Soul symbols,<\/em>
\n granted by ancestors on high.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Soul signs shimmer\u2026<\/em>
\n these symbols of the Soul do I see,<\/em>
\n my Chukrah reveals their aura to me.<\/em>
\n Pure images in my mind flash on by,<\/em>
\n Soul signs,<\/em>
\n overlaid, on a starless, blue sky.<\/em>
\n Pure colors coalesce,<\/em>
\n Segattoo quills into these colors combine.<\/em>
\n And then,<\/em>
\n with fingers made nimble and sure,<\/em>
\n by the gift of my Chukrah,<\/em>
\n Soul signs into their flesh<\/em>
\n do I draw,<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Soul signs simmer\u2026<\/em>
\n Soul signs burn,<\/em>
\n Soul signs into living skin<\/em>
\n do I set,<\/em>
\n Soul symbols,<\/em>
\n which I simply, can never forget.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n In the dark depths of my mind<\/em>
\n Soul Symbols digress,<\/em>
\n Chukrah calm staunches my unshed tears,<\/em>
\n Chukrah joy fills my heart,<\/em>
\n and my head,<\/em>
\n Chukrah joy\u2026<\/em>
\n oh why,<\/em>
\n does it seem,<\/em>
\n such is ecstasy\u2019s sigh.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Safe in my Soul<\/em>
\n and in my heart too,<\/em>
\n my match does dwell.<\/em>
\n I long for comfort in the arms of my mate,<\/em>
\n comfort Beltamar granted,<\/em>
\n comfort,<\/em>
\n in which I so sorely long to partake.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em>
\n Till Beltamar\u2019s return,<\/em>
\n till Malmaxa into the night sky will rise,<\/em>
\n till Malmaxa beneath the full moon does swell,<\/em>
\n in the clutch of my Demons I\u2019ll dwell,<\/em>
\n held fast by their claws<\/em>
\n in misery\u2019s hell.<\/em>
\n In Malmaxa I\u2019ll be freed from<\/em>
\n my Demons\u2019 tight grasp.<\/em>
\n Beltamar\u2019s love is the key<\/em>
\n by which, at last,<\/em>
\n I\u2019ll soon be set free,<\/em>
\n so onto his dream, and his match,<\/em>
\n I hold fast.<\/em>
\n ~<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Similar to Faroene, this is a character poem wrenched from the heart of the Symbologist, Daniskira. As poetry so often does, it lays bare words, feelings, and fears that Daniskira dare not consider while she remains trapped inside my epic tale, Malmaxa. Should you find yourself confused, don\u2019t be distressed. Sometimes we mistake our intuitions […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[44,83,101,108,244,408],"class_list":["post-4075","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-beltamars-war","tag-chukrah","tag-daniskira","tag-demon","tag-malmaxa","tag-symbologist"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4075","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4075"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4075\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4075"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4075"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cgayling.com\/malmaxa\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4075"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}