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Michael Pendragon
Michael Pendragon, a.k.a. M. Malefica Grendelwolf Pendragon Le Fay, was born in the
heart of the New Jersey Pine Barrens on the 23rd day of October, 1963. A Renaissance
Man, in the fullest sense of the word, Pendragon is a Romantic poet, short story writer,
novelist, playwright, actor, filmmaker, artist, theorist, critic, philosopher,
editor/publisher & musician. Over the last few years he has become a driving
force in the burgeoning Goth-Romantic movement. He edits and publishes Penny Dreadful and Songs
of Innocence, two perfect-bound literary journals. Penny Dreadful
is only a mouseclick away (once there, click the lower of the two pennies to
"spin" the category selector, then try to make it land on Poetry).
Beatitude
Blesséd be the Night of Death
Blesséd too the gaping tomb
Now the lost son journeyeth
Homeward to his Mother's womb
Bounteous the Stygian vale
Sweet the draught from Lethe's bed
Beauteous thy cheek so pale
Gentil rest the newly dead
Sorrows
no more shalt thou see
Nevermore thou'lt vainly pine
Blesséd more for thou dwell'st free
All Eternity is thine
Una Nox Dormienda
Into the solitude, breathlessly, willingly
Into the quietude of Death's embrace
Gently enfolding me, deathlessly stilling me
Filling my spirit with visions of Grace
Drawing me, lulling me, into Infinity
Calling enticingly into the Night
Cradling my Soul in the arms of Divinity
Keeping me safe, hidden fast from the light
Faltering timidly, poised on the precipice
Tottering haltingly, falling anon
Spiralling gingerly, into Eternal Bliss
Peace, but one tender kiss, and I am gone
A Valentine
Angel lute & cherub wing
Hie thee to the one I love
True love words I bid thee bring
Softly to my heart's true love
Angel voices, whispers, tears
Hasten to my true love's side
Love to last beyond the years
A Heav'nly love song for my bride
Angel choir bending low
Sing thy myriad dulcet tones
Words too sweet for man to know
In this world of dust & bones
Let thy joyous voices swell
Wafting to the one I love
Sing those words I dare not tell
Sing to her my heart's true love
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