The elusive muse of lines that rhyme

The poetic spirit that’s hard to find

Made an appearance in this author’s mind

And the following poem’s what it left behind


 

Night Blade


 

A splash of red

     on darkest night

The tear of flesh

 in shadows bright


 

The sweetest taste

 across the tongue

No fresher breath

 ‘er through the lung


 

The thrill of death

 upon the wind

With silver glee 

 keen edges rend


 

Bright steel reflects

 the savage scene

Black hearts rejoice

 in primal scream


 

Deadly seconds

 and endless hours

The fruit of life

 the soul devours


 

A splash of red

 on darkest night

Marks the path of

 blade in the night

The elusive muse of lines that rhyme
The poetic spirit that’s hard to find
Made an appearance in this author’s mind
And the following poem’s what it left behind
Night Blade
A splash of red
 on darkest night
The tear of flesh
 in shadows bright
The sweetest taste
 across the tongue
No fresher breath
 ‘er through the lung
The thrill of death
 upon the wind
With silver glee 
keen edges rend
Bright steel reflects
 the savage scene
Black hearts rejoice
in primal scream
Deadly seconds
 and endless hours
The fruit of life
 the soul devours
A splash of red
on darkest night
Marks the path of
 blade in the night

It is a happy day for a me when I come up with a title.  When “Collaborative Fantasy Project” changes to “Axel and Ajax Novel” and then finally to “Remember the Alamok,” there is a rejuvenation. It’s almost a new book; a book that you can imagine sitting on a bookstore shelf somewhere.  There’s no longer that vague threat hanging in the air over the book; no more lingering doubt as to what you are working on.  When asked, “What are you working on?” I can reply with confidence.  “I’m working on ‘Tough Target!'” or “Remember the Alamok.” To me, giving a book a title is like stabbing that fluttering concept of a novel with a very solid and sturdy bowie knife! Until I pin it down, my book exists on many planes and I only can see the edges and not all the dimensions of it. It’s like quantum uncertainty.  Does it exist or is it only a theory?  If a tree falls and no one hears it? If you don’t open the box, is Schrodinger’s Cat dead? Is a book without a title, really a book at all?
Having said all this, there apparently aren’t enough titles to go around.  Even if you aren’t trying to find it, odds are good that another book will cross your path and it will have already used your wonderful title!  Be not discouraged, though.  Just take it as a compliment and write on!