Saybera's Ink Blots

[Saybera]

The Dream Animator

A vague caress of illusion,
another fusion in time
Begin their dance with
centrifical forces that slowly unwind

The destiny songs power and whine
chagrining of the beginning again, and again.
Can this visionary ambassador hold
against the tidal waves of animation's fold?

I say yes, for I did happen to traipse
From painting to mural to collum and sunglistened apse
Through the brustrokes of a master's hand
who did create this dreamy, enchanting land

the essence of beauty, truth and being
he works not by decree of lord or lady mein
he offers all a fellowship in the truth in art
His craftship compares to a visual mozart

about this brilliant magical wonderland color I sat
While I wondered in silent awe
a visitor there, I could not help but befall
under the spell of the creator's hand
In this, his own enchanted land

[Saybera]

The Death Of Poetry


Poetry sat and looked about
across the snow blanketed courtyard
While it pondered it's life, loves, and doubts
Recalling when its heart was new and not hard

It remembered when it was vibrant and full of hope
When it thought it could change the world
It almost smiled at the memory's scope
Then sighed, letting its thoughts swirl.

It watched its writer bundled with care
The elderly hand holding a pen
The old body slumped in the chair
The last thing it did was write, "The End"

Poetry at one time thought to add
A myriad of beauty and magic
But now it was old, forgotten and mad
The death of poetry how tragic, how sad.

[Saybera]

The Artist's Soul


My fear is my fortress walls
strong, well-fortified and secure
My jealousy is guardian of this keep
cold, still, and sentinel, while I sleep

I am safe inside, but I am alone.

Trust is the drawbridge
Its eyes, keen, sharp, hooded
It stays up most times
holding its post without recline

I am safe inside but I am alone.

Love is locked away
In a dungeon without a key
Getting used to its iron mask
shouting to the guard, "Let me free!!!"

I am safe inside but I am alone.

Bats in the bellfry
are tormented thoughts
they do not only come out at night
as much as they ought

I am safe inside, but i am alone.

Spiderwebs hold onto my doubts
spinning them in their lacy webs
whispering among the coils of forget
gathering their harvest of regret

In my prison house of pain.

I am safe inside but i am alone.

[Saybera]

ADMISSION

A scribbling a sigh

a sad good bye

flowered departure laiden

in a casket waiting

tears from their love

move slowly,

paths down cheeks making

plink in raindrop fashion

on hands holding napkins


There is a place

that waits for me

beneath a willow tree

its walls of dirt

will surround

the roots will embrace in bent arms

keeping me from deathly harm

and silently they wait for me

and make my elegy


dare not breathe me in

For I am Anne Boleyn sin

I am a water drop of haste

lingered on your lips to taste

I am the shout within your cell

I am your decent into hell

[Saybera]

GHOST CALL

SHADOW PLAY

SOULFUL SERENADE

CRYPT DOOR CREAKING OPEN

ALLOWING THAT CREATURE TO ROAM

THROUGH THE FOGGY, ROMANTIC LUSTER OF THE NIGHT

BY GLITTER OF STARRY LIGHT

YOU LURED ME INTO THE DARKNESS

THROUGH A COOL, UNKIND, DARK, NIGHT

I FOLLOWED WILLINGLY

WITHOUT CONSIDERATION OF WHERE WE WENT

THERE, MOVEMENT IS QUIET AS THE GRAVE

THERE - WHERE YOUR HANDS STRAYED

THERE - YOUR HEAD, TILT DOWN TO ME

THERE - MY HAIR LOOSENED IN DISARRAY

THERE - YOU HANDS LANGUISHED IN THOSE SILKEN TRESSES

I HEARD MY HEART AND YOURS IN HARMONY

POUNDING IN FURIOUS UNITY MY SOUL QUAKED AND TREMBLED

IN THIS FILMY MIST OF DREAMS

I FEEL YOUR COOL HANDS

IN SILENT TOUCH

TRANSLUCENT, HAZY CLOUDS, MAKE NO SOUND

MAKING ME YOUR TIMELESS LOVE

IMMORTALITY HERE TO BE CONSUMED

POWERLESS, I GAVE MYSELF BENEATH THE MOON

THE SHRED OF DOUBT NO LONGER LINGERED THERE

BEHIND YOUR DARK EYED STARE

MY HEARING BECAME QUITE KEEN

I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF RHYTHMIC, BAT WINGS

AROUND TOMBS AND EMPTY GRAVES

WHERE SPIDERS SCURRY IN LEGGY CLICK

ACROSS AN ALABASTER SKULL

I BECAME THIS VEILED ENCHANTRESS

IN SHADOWED COVENANT

MAD LAUGHTER ECHOED IN THE DISTANCE

AS I SET OFF, IN QUICKNESS

LATER WHEN I REACHED THE CHURCH

I TOOK A MOMENT AND LOOKED UP

IT MADE ME SMILE JUST TO THINK

THAT PEOPLE TRULY THOUGHT WE SHRINK

OF PLACES SUCH AS THIS

IF A CHURCH WERE TRULY SACRED IN ITS FOLD

THEN IT WOULD have been FORBIDDEN TO US ALL

BUT I KNEW THE GREATEST OF ALL CORRUPTIONS

LIE WITHIN THESE WALLS OF DECEPTION

I ENTERED AND WALKED DOWN THE AISLE AND PAUSED TURNING,

I FINDTHE LONE CONFESSIONAL

AND I ENTERED IN SILENTLY

MY CONFESSION BEGAN

BLESS ME FATHER FOR I HAVE SINNED

A PROVACATIVE JOURNEY

HAS BEGIN

I'VE TASTED ALL THE SANQUINEOUS DELIGHTS

AS A STEALTH CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

I'VE EVEN BEEN KNOWN TO TAKE FLIGHT

I'VE COME TO LOVE AND KEEP COMPANY WITH

PLAGUE AND DECAY

DO YOU THINK I CAN BE FORGIVEN OF MY WAYS?

I THEN HEARD SILENCE FROM THE OTHER SIDE

YET I AWAITED HIS REPLY

MY KEEN SENSES TOOK UP A SCENT

THAT WAS UNMISTAKEN AS ITS SPENT

I LEFT THE CONFINES OF THE BOX

AND OPENED THE DOOR TO THE OTHER SIDE

THE PRIEST WAS FROZEN IN PLACE

A LOOK OF SHOCK ON HIS DEAD FACE

[Saybera]

Memories of Ice Cream

My flight across the seas
Echos the corridors of memory

Just you and I,
and the countryside

Zipping along in musical glide
You smiling by my side

The perfect day to get away
An exploring, seeking holiday

We traveled through fields and hills
By the beauty of Autumn tree's spill

like curves in a road, a turn, a bend
The sunny day with no end.

My passenger window view
flickers by in green and blue

Through the arch of trees
who move in silent breeze

and the light of sun beam
Like memories of real ice cream

[Saybera]

a Disa's Whisper Dance

She's a whisper without regard
As far as she can carry
To the large and the small
The wide and the narrow are hit the same
So are the wild and the tame

All others dance in a staccato ballet
Popping and lurching with every touch
One sister does a rhythmic bowing
A flamenco for one of the others
Cutting across her expanse
Touching some and skipping others

Breaking with no sinister pattern
All are left drenched, touched and glistening
Waiting.
Is that her tipping over there
We are dependant on her care

Her canopy creates a familiar din
Mostly she brings a sunless sky
With her gusts and her sighs
Sometimes incessant
We'll never be dry, will we?

[Saybera]

Where the myriad of wishes and dreams
Conjure incandescent flutterings of ethereal beings

That harmoniously swirl the caverns of my mind
They sweeping along as watery, musical things

Among the glorious riches of gems and rings.

A pirate's treasure
A wench's pleasure
A glimpse of forever

Counting the many shores
they richly and thoroughly explored
retreating to their islandy paradise
Where the sea meets the sky

leaves rustle by tropical breezes
caressing them with warm, summer seas
they be eschonced away
now it is their time to play
cares of the world, gone
there - where they belong

Alone - just them.

[Saybera]

I keep down these urges which procreates this stupefaction
Entreating my need to harbor dark shadows in the light of humanity
My hand forced, my body keyed to action
Though it does not consume me

I fight the battle to not become another’s ruse
While the cogs of change continue to turn and muse
We all had the chance, its time to choose
They make the songs of memory, of a time no more


I betrayed myself, again, in effort to endure this new passage of time
And thus it does not seem likely that I ignore that person’s higher ignorance
I am pinned against a wall to contend the impending shadows
Dare I remain steeped in its cloak, damp and entranced by its dance?

I’ve wrestled with the specters before, cataclysmically
And have restored myself with denouncement and vigorous acts of indignation
Restrained by nothing more than social law and curfews
And this, I will do again. Another time.

Today, I put that kingdom’s concourse to the wind
And rather not be baited by its trial of me and lay further the propagations
pronounced so feebly and sophomoric that tempt...but not just me.
I carefully turn about and smirk, for whatever else may disturb my imagination.

[Saybera]

Three Bite Marks - A short story.


Once upon a roaring journey into the future, there, in an ancient time, was a unity upon the land within the races. After the many wars. After the requiem. After the apocalypse. The fragile earth was healing and rejuvenating. The races of all creatures and all beings found within their ranks some semblance of harmony. For a time.

A hum roared about the planet as it began to wake from its slumbering. Intricate machinations of travel came forth in this time while the humans, amazing lot of survivors that they were, created amazing wonders.

During her formidable maturing years, a young girl, was being guarded and watched over by three beings. A guardian spirit, an insane spell keeper called Lance D' St. Aubin, a blood enchanter by the name of Tehryn,

Both wanted her for their own.

Once a year, when the harvest moon shone brightly, humans were permitted to enter the circle of knowing and SEE their spirit totem. In this moment of time you could ask them of your loved ones long gone, curiosities answered, or be advised on your ways of life. However, the young woman was more curious about the being himself. "Tell me of you. I know of me. Whatever happens to me, happens, but you are more intriguing." she said with a laugh. He was an aged spirit and was able to leave the circle.

They would always walk together while they talked, "Well there are different factions among us. Some are purifiers, some are guardians, and some are of the vengeful nature."

She perched herself on a fallen tree whilst he sat on the ground and leaned back against the same tree. She noted his hair and his smell and while she looked at him, he looked at her. "Which are you?" she inquired softly.

"Guardian" said he.

"Why do you guard us?" she asked as she inched closer.

"Only the special ones are guarded. Like you." he laughed and used a lithe fingertip pad to touch the end of her nose with.

Every year, they met in the apple orchard at the edge of the village and every year, she asked about him, not herself.

Meanwhile, the two friends that watched her, observed her arrival into the status of young woman such as one observes winter turning into spring. Despite the opposition in the factions they belonged to, the two had remained friends for centuries. However, when they had both set eyes on the girl - something began to waiver in their bond.

"Tehryn. You are smitten with this creature. Let me have her, I will give you ...my books...any chit in the village to your liking and ...." with this, he dug fiercely in his pocket while his face fell into a frown of dismay. "I had something...perhaps I left it...either way...some shiny trinket ..."

Tehryn merely looked at his friend over the tops of his spectacles. "You like the girl? By gods, Lance, I have never ever seen you take an interest in anyone. You batty fools watch your desired choice for ages. Unlike we blood enchanters. We go on whim, and instinct, and their scent."

The spell keepers were often thought to be mad because of the task they are given. The keeping of spells. But spells were not kept in books. Books, though rare, could be lost. Spells could not fall into the wrong hands. They were implanted, literally into the memory banks of a person’s brain.

Lance's face changed once again. It was as if he could conjure the will to wear a different mask at any moment. He looked pensive for a second or two. "Are you saying...'no'...to my offer then?"

Tehyrn offered what might be considered a wan smile. "I did not say 'no' my friend, merely considering that perhaps we should make a wager...make it more interesting....a competition of sorts..."

The spell keeper felt his right eye twitch as he slowly moved to cross his arms. He uttered a few short, hisses as if he were whispering with an unseen friend, and having a discussion with them. "No...he is not tricking...what do you mean don't do it....its only for sport...what....you know where a 2nd Edition of Grabble’s Machinations of the Spell Keeper's Oath can be found? OH you Glorious...monkey!"

"Lance!" Tehryn shouted and the man who blinked out of the interlude with himself rather dazedly. "Y...yes? Tehryn! My friend! How have you been?!" -speaking as if seeing him for the first time - Tehryn knew then and there, today was an "off" day for the mad man and left him be. So he sighed and smiled at the mad man thankful he was what he was, and not a spell keeper.

No eyes living could see the being standing there with the men. Their senses would not detect his presence. However, with the quickness of light - he moved in silence to the girl and assured himself of her safety. He knew that it were she they discussed. He knew she was in danger.

She walked barefooted among a field of wildflowers and picked handfuls of them. He stood with his arms crossed in front of himself to observe her do this. He'd seen her do this many times before, but for the guardian every time was like the first time. He knew she would wear them like a crown, woven in a wreath. He knew she would pretend to be a princess in an imaginary land.

He knew too that the time for his guardianship of her would be dispelled on her 21rst birthday.

He knew she was in grave danger.

She heard her mother calling her home, and she knew that she must not be late. She was wading in the creek watching the fish with a vivid, violet eyed stare. "Hannnnnnahhhhh!!" she heard again and knew she needed to make haste. She scampered out of the water and grabbed up her basket and began to run. While she ran, her hair fluttered in her wake like a banner heralding its impish mistress.

The wane of sunlight captured her tanned skin and she looked like a golden being of light while she stormed across the land.

In order to get to her home, she had to dart through the woods. Only a few trees and a path stood between she and the safety of shelter.

She is abruptly caught up with two large, strong hands and then shoved against a tree. The palest, most vivid green eyes stared into hers before a heavilly accented voice met her ears. "Where are you going little girl?" Either corner of his full mouth lofted upwards to indicate a smile. He pushed into her and inhaled her like one would freshly baked bread. He did not even take the pains to hide his elongated canines. She knew he was a nocturne.

"Let me go!" she demanded sharply. Something about him was different than the other Nocturnes. She kept looking at his eyes. "What is it you see? Why do you look at me so?" she asked as she furrowed her brow into a frown.

"Beauty. Dark beauty. Not like the light ones about the land. Dark beauty." His fingers delved into her ebony tresses.

She prided herself on knowing who everyone was in their community and this man - she did not know. Some of the nocturnes were of the wandering sort and after a time, you knew who they were when they would arrive into this part of the land.

He was different. His accent. Something haunting and distinct she could not place.

What she did not know was that he was a enthraller. She had only been around the banes and chanelers. He was enchanting her.

He was old world. He had been asleep a very very long time. He did not know of the new way of the nocturne. The bags of man-made blood. He did not know about the powerful injections that would sustain them in the daylight. No, he was old world. He leaned closer, primordially and inhaled her scent. Her breath. Heard her heart pounding a rhythm in his ears and he smiled.

"After your chores, you will walk with me, yes?"

She nodded. He smiled

He leaned in closer still and nearly kissed her lips. He didn't though. Part of her was disappointed and the other part fearful he would have. "Go then, I will meet you here."

Drake watched her leave, then went into town. He attempted to purchase new clothing with the gold he had and was waved away like he were some sort of beggar. He was not. Not by any means or measure were he poor.

They took him by the arm and led him away from the gathered "We can help you my friend. I sense you are one of the ancients. Do you know what year you are in? Do you know the situation now? The wars have ended. We are in a new age of the Nocturnes.

Drake listened to them avidly and asked many questions.

"You have never sank your fangs into human flesh?" He asked astounded beyond comprehension. "You derive sustenance from what?" He was shown the packets and the devices used to inject the nocturnes with. "The humans cripple you this way. You are an ancient creature of the night! Be done with such!"

Drake learned that someone would accept gold. He learned of the money exchanges in the city of Illluverdell and purchased new clothing. He felt like himself again after he bathed and brushed out his long black hair till it shimmered in the moonlight.

Tehryn watched his transformation and offered a disinterested smile. "Where do you go so fine, my friend? Have you had chance to meet a woman already."

Drake offered a dazzling grin to the man. "Aye yes. A rare beauty indeed. Eyes the color of jasmine...she will be mine. I will drink her like a sacramental wine of sanguine heaven" Tehryn saw the nocturn’s hands tremble with his want, his need.

Crouched and reading a book, the spell keeper, Lance, had pulled his hair across his top lip and puckered his mouth to hold the auburn hair in place like a mock of a mustache. He looked from the book -which he held upside down- to stare at the man. Immediately his gaze was snapped to Tehyrn.

Tehyrn remained cool. "This girl...is a ....human?" His right hand that held a stick for kindling, snapped it and then dropped it to the floor. "Tell me sir, this girl....does she have hair black as night?"

Drake was pulling on the long coat, made of dark, brown leather. He shrugged his arms to allow it to slide over the curves of the broad shelf of his shoulders, he nodded "Yes. Dimpled cheeks. An air of innocence yet promise of passion within her. She will be mine. In the old way. As Sire and Chyder."

As they were speaking, Lance had slipped away and the book he was reading left abandoned on the on the stool.

Tehryn felt a sense of panic. He was old enough to remember the old ways - but now he felt threatened. He knew the Mad spell keeper wanted the girl but knew that if he had not reached the typical level of obsession for their kind, he could be easily distracted from her.

The following morning, as the sun was barely peeking over the edge of the horizon. Hannah's mother went out to gather eggs from the chickens. She came upon her daughter and let out a scream that would be heard over the entire village.

She lay like a rag doll, in the morning dewed ground with her eyes fixed and staring blankly at the sky. Either arm cast out in abandon. Her dark hair splayed like a fan of black ink over the light green lush grass.

On her right hand's index finger sparkled a signet ring of the Marquise Lance D'Malkav, a spell keeper. Around her neck, glittered with the new day's light, a necklace of the blood enchanter. Coveting her limp form was a long, brown, leather jacket.

Three bite marks.