~Alice Sweet Alice~
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Alice And I*
How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain.
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!
Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since, Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream, it is real!
The rage inside, burns.
It took place the day she left!
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in a darkness where it began.
My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
Introducing: Casarah Nance & Poet Destroyer
Scars of empty promises are darkened by your kiss.
Torturous touches are meant to soothe my pain.
It is without gain, without pleasure, beyond measure,
You are the puppet master, strung on dark days, a haze.
Specter of solitude, you confine me with your magnitude,
What purpose do I serve, is slavery what I deserve?
Tell me your intention, sate me with your perfection.
Shed a light into this soul starved sanctuary,
Come, whisper your words in my ear, complete me…
A sweet surrender to your call, a will of solitude
I lead the way, cutting strings attached to the light
Touching every breathing strand stressing yesterday
Giving you room to fall into my designated despair,
Adding, to your creeping gloom, I give and lend pouring pain,
the kind of pain, that begs for blades
Abhorring the taste of life, your flesh empowers my darkness
My intentions are nothing more, than a shadow bearing strength,
Smiling at your tears, caressing your lips,
Taking from the closure your soul seeks tonight
Blind! You will become to the misery, in this barren place
The pain of rigor mortise will blend against your pale skin
A slave without shackles,
I concur with pleasure to feed the hunger, you give
Forever, I am DARKNESS
~A Poet Destroyer collaboration~
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015
Beauty and the Beast
In the deep core of her skin
I feel a human who is no saint
Cutting out her heart, ripping everything to shreds
Leaving my prey gutless, in every form of sin (HUSBAND)
Watch the last beat of her heart as I slowly slaughter your (WIFE)
Thank you for participating as I slowly kill her in every way
Stripping her down, enjoying her birthday suit
Watch as I slice her throat,
enjoy the color red pumping out her neck
She gasp, she gulps on her blood
Gently I reach in and remove her silent tongue
I devour her deepness, for all the beauty you mistook
Detaching all her limbs before she gave God her grace
I gave her no pity while she gave one last breath
Look at the empty emotions I left behind in her eye
Staring right back, as I pound a new cavity in her chest
Laughing at her brutal cry!
Confessing, it was time to satisfy the demons within
Chuckle at the thought, how beauty up and left
Trapped by God's given darkness,
Depressing abyss no one will miss
Her mind such a waste, a hunger she left behind only I can taste
Her eyes, I will cut and burn, for allowing him to blind her way-
Her red plum lips, I have sewn shut, for never speaking up-
Her tongue I swallowed completely
I could not stand the crying of the soon to be slaughtered sheep
Bathing naked in her guts for not defending herself
Plunging out her spine, pricking my finger on her hip
My blood gushing out thick while hers flows thin
Analyzing while mutilating, myself reflected twin
A mistake was to lurk, trapping the beauty within
Putting her in a coffin, knowing this will dry up the tears
I'm holding up a guard with an unbreakable shell
My prisoner in this body of lust, forgetting the meaning of hell
The women inside is dead, I murdered her long ago
The front I put upon is colder than snow
How can I let her find her Beauty-----------(WIFE)
When she still lives with the beast----------(HUSBAND)
I know her only secret,
That will give her life and brighten her glow
Give her a delicate rose and you will see!
The ugliness will melt, and reveal her true identity
*Thank you Beast,
*For reminding me what killed the Beauty
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
(Hello, my sweet friend!)
Speaks in unknown tongues
Nevertheless it will consume
Ask for food,
A sweet drink
The hunger and thirst are real
It's pitchfork aims at my free will
Seeking and freaking through my pages
It's been ages since the impression was gone
Sloppy wording crawl under my hide
Notification triggers my finger and thumb
Bang! The evil one exists
With a second-hand letter
It believes, it should never be forgotten
Numb as Novocaine can be
I watch and interpret the riddles in every line
Living and breathing art,
I'm echoing the same nightmare
How dare, the devil seeks to be fed!
Screaming and remembering
--the demons that linger in its head
Too much to read,
I have major troubles with your disease
Lunacy of the universe
Open Obituary, you are a curse
Like a transparent note from a fatal fax machine
It's a calling, unbearable to describe
Take from me, after I am deceased
Like fire, it burns, cancer in every star
My eye twitch
My soul hurts
I'm not feeling well
Leave me the HEll alone
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015
Pierced by shards of shattered glass
Deeper and deeper you stab me
With lies and venomous words
Dissecting my heart piece by piece
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose
I’m dying …
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul
Into pieces and a bloody mess
I scarified secrets;
Secrets you tore and tore,
Gracing a fake friendship,
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel
Now karma a poisonous snake
You plea ...
To be on death row, decomposing
Dripping into the night -- Silently
fading and fading
Stung by my viper lips,
Until you are no more
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
Collaboration Celebration Contest
7th August 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this journey.
Why get so distracted
by passers-by focused to catch up?
Why are you tossed side to side,
putting you each time,
a step backwards?
Can't you realize that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey?
It seems you are the only one left
and this is solely your doing
with no one to blame
and the rest,
definitely have no added advantage over you.
So stop acting weak
cos the Train
is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey.
Wake up oh Africa!
you get your independence
just to become a volunteer slave.
You live in a Mansion
yet have no place to sleep.
Stop acting like a bucket of Crabs
killing each other
just to get out
and copy the ants
united and networking
for a common cause.
You fight for just a coin
underneath the Table.
When on it is a box
full of this same treasure.
Despite knowing how to reach out
to its top,
you neglect such knowledge
and accept conflicts, violence and wars.
Settling for good enough
is worst than being bad
you blow your trumpet
when you make a step
out of a thousand more.
You show unbelievable contentment
to mediocrity and under-achievements,
but remember this!
Half a giant is no giant at all.
You have the breast plate
and all the arsenals to battle
yet you dine with the helms of poverty
and embrace the ambassadors
of all kinds of infirmities.
You walk around naked
and seem not to bother
Do you exist to actualize all these negativity?
An expert of imitation
and a professional in copying
no wonder no matter your trys
you end up as number 2 at best.
Because you've neglected
the sweetness of your originality.
You milk your cattle
to nourish the west
you harvest your crops
to feed foreign stomachs
you stand on abundant humus
yet your leaves are yellow and dry.
Exactly what will happen to the ants
if their Queen puts
their fate on the lizards
is what will befall you
not until you wake up oh Africa!
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!!
Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.
Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.
A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.
Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.
Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.
Obsessed with his Lady'''
Rides by her side.
A domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.
Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.
With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women.. (LADY DEATH)
((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
"Before The Gates Of Alahsar."
The Time Before Time.
Comest now mine Lords and Ladies, lifteth up thine ears and listen clear,
The ancient tale of the dream land, Alahsar, layeth before thee.
Looketh now in mind's eye, seeeth the golden gates to peaceful shrine,
They standeth in wonder, a city of joy and peace, a most ancient Jewel.
I thy Bard, I standeth before thee, mine words are ready to sing,
Mine beating heart of truth doth beat the cadence as mine heart doth speak.
Oh Alahsar thy dream forever sung, I layeth it forth, ancient words,
Comest now mine Lords and Ladies, Listen to the tale mine heart doth tellest.
Never hadst there been dark in Alahsar's jeweled kingdom,
The sky afire with a golden glow in a night of lightened twilight,
All night this sun wouldst lieth low In the sky, a golden glory,
This light of Love ever toucheth the beating heart of Alahsar.
The sun doth sparkle off golden pinnacles and minarets bejeweled,
The sun kisses gold so gently and golden light doth live,
Mine Lords and Ladies, such a display of dazzling light effects,
Forth did cometh the rainbows of dream's desire.
Upward ran the virgin white stone dwellings of the city,
They didst tower to such heights, reaching for the heart of Heaven.
Open thy minds to the vision and seeeth, upward, upward, ever upward,
Atop the great city a golden palace, how that glory did shineth.
This was a golden beacon to all that Alahsar didst live,
The city of dream in its golden coat arrayed didst sing dream's song.
From the golden gates below to the golden palace atop, peace and joy did reign,
I givest thee Alahsar, the city of dream constant, the dream sings.
On the first level the dwellings of Alahsar's mighty armies,
Of the most sumptuous furnishings they were arrayed.
Seeeth within thy minds soldiers dressed in such regal splendour,
Those on duty walketh proudly from dwellings to parapet wall.
They all knoweth nights of passion in rooms of silken beauty,
Primal passion emits its sighs and screams into the night.
Communal wash areas were to the rear of these dwellings,
They were behind high walls, built into the rock itself.
To Be Continued.
January 2nd 2016.
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
Moveth along and reacheth the plain as lightning bolt striketh ground,
Joineth with he who cometh from the storm, enter the gates with a mighty one.
Still, ever they journey on, they turn left following the river bend,
Now the track through the trees must be taken,They couldst do this,
The quickest way to reacheth the bridge and therefore the plain of Badicha,
Onto the emerald green of the track the Captain did leadeth,
Now in the closest proximity all wouldst be, holdeth heads up high,
The test of the Knights and their steeds would now cometh.
Now they seemeth to quicken their pace a little, these brave knights,
This is not the time for pomp, it is time for to meeteth he who comes.
Forth knights of Alahsar thy duty for to be fulfilled,
Ride ever onward ye brave knights for glory thou shalt meeteth,
Upon the plain of Badicha a Dark Man to joineth, up thy pace,
The son of the storm cometh forth for the revel..
The memories of wars long ago, victories fulfilled, honour taken,
Ride on brave knights, ride on, thou shalt meeteth him on Badicha.
Now, once more, the mists of time close over DreamScape,
The vision be now gone from our eyes my lords and ladies,
Yet soon the jewel shalt returneth for our eyes to see,
We shalt seeeth once more the way to Dreamscape openeth.
Our tale from the time before time shalt begin to singeth again soon,
The son of the storm himself shalt soon be with us, the song lives,
Now the thoughts must focus before our tale progresseth,
The song of Alahsar is just touched, there is more to be told.
We now returneth to Golden Alahsar my lords and ladies,
The mists of time dissipate and glory cometh to us.
Once again we soareth on high as the song of Alahsar cometh forth.
Charge the horns and let us returneth to the jewel named Alahsar.
Now, oh mighty ones, let us returneth to the glorious storm,
Mighty now is the storm played out in Alahsar’s skies.
There is no war, this is but a mother that leteth forth her son,
The son of the storm now ready to descend to the earth.
To Be Continued.......
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
As he slept in tranquil dream,
Suddenly he flew, it seemed.
Thrown and landing on the floor,
Shaking walls and splintered doors.
Just as quick, the room grew still.
Distant tremors he could feel.
Out the door, and up the rock,
There he stood in sleepy shock.
How could oceans disappear.
Then a hissing he could hear
And a trembling, heavy roar
Headed for an empty shore.
Sunrise turned a greenish hue,
As he climbed, a better view.
Seeming far too large, he saw
What must be a water wall.
Thought of ancient stories told
Of a wrath that could unfold;
Sucking oceans with a breath,
Spewing endless waves of death.
Instinct quickly cleared his mind.
Panic now, he clawed and climbed.
Up, despite the screams he hears,
As a village disappears.
Once an evil came to call,
Scooped them up and took them all.
Now he's old, his stories wane,
Of the morning Satan came.
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and headed for the shelter it offered, staggering on until he reached it.
It was a pretty cottage nestled deep into the hillside and isolated.
He tumbled through the door and collapsed on the floor.
Mistily he drifted in then out of consciousness unable to focus
aware vaguely of a gentle touch that soothed and replenished.
He drank from the cup pressed to his lips and then let go.
The old lady shook her head at the follies of mankind,
and set to work bandaging his festering wounds.
She made a drawing potion to clean out the poison
that had taken a fierce hold racking him with fever.
Then she covered him and stoked up the fire.
For three days he lay in a coma muttering about the war,
not an ordinary one, oh no, this war caused carnage.
Evil stalked the land every hand turned against the other.
Sons killing fathers and brothers and to what point?
A simple disagreement about Creed had started this.
Weakened by the ravages he was slow to fully heal
yet he learned much from the old lady causing him to rethink.
To look at things with eyes a-new seeing the other point of view.
These new values he took with him when he left thanking her gratefully.
He set out on a new route, his task now to heal and bring peace.
Standing a-midst the crowd on a small hillock he taught them new values
not by preaching as such but by parables that showed the way to peace.
After all he would say; Pause and Think, For What are We without hope?
Everything gone by can be changed, all we have to do is care and act.
So lit the small flicker in your heart and fan up a healing blazing flame.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,
Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,
When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,
Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2014
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
In the name of blood, for it is the source of life itself,
Plasma's crimson essence of liquid infusion, to the undead's
Intravenously feeding cravings passion, through the carotid
Artery at the throat of humanity, thou'st not love, suffer
The pleasure indulge the pain, the out come shall be the same,
To be embraced by the black ebony arch angel of death,
Release thy darker side, let the instinctual behavior of the beast,
Know freedoms unshackling at last.
Become one of his sacred disciples, a creature of his dark dimension,
A kindred being, unto the legion of the night.
In the moon's elliptical light, shadows thus move from
Left to right, shifting as transparent figures, phantoms of
Illusions, taking winged flight, soaring on the currents
Of air mingling with their ancestral brethren, the vampire bat.
Run does not the lone wolf, along the side path next to man,
As we do so walk amongst them, yet never attempting to belong.
Oh are we not the a shunned, the accursed, by a God known
For his forgiveness, to love all living things under
Heaven, but for us this mightiest of lords, turns
His gaze away, not acknowledging our existence.
Our we not his lost sheep, missing from his flock, why
Does not this Sheppard seek this black lamb’s wool,
Is it too coarse for weaving's wheel, as it spins thus
And is it not said that he created all life within his image.
Nay I pray this vamperic prayer, why has he abandon
Us, the darker of his creations.
Behold the unascended, begging to enter beyond the gates
Of light, children of the lost are we, seeking a father blind
To his responsibility.
Harvesting, by the basic instincts given unto us,
Taking only what we need to survive, for this he has turned
Against us, and thus taking the light of day with him.
So my father of damnation's hell, has offered salvation's
Darker domain as a sheltering harbor of comfort, I will not
Abstain his patronage.
For I am the ashunned, living by the moonlight's haunting glow,
Yet yearning to see one last horizons sunset, but the Holy Father,
Hears not my humble vamperic prayer.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
When I met you in the language of lonely war
three feathers fastened to your breast breathing sore
many graves of gentlemen knew your score and the devil deigned for more,
tears you had for all times rhymes and ribs broke from crimes making aching lore,
ink of fire you did pour, scold and scorch on skin red soft, truly poetry the maze and metaphor,
A feather you gave with each kiss and wound to savor
their texture smooth as silken vapor, tips cut cruel by sibyl's saber,
quills and spells I made of them, heaven and venom in every lash and letter
when love was innocent, revolutionary, rampant with rogue fight, rapid on soul river
with hawk's edge I wrote with might and flight, dominant on the flesh of firmament's blue leather,
Where the owl's point pierced the vellum of victory's scripture
antebellum affections covered our eyes with wings of damp wisdom and cool color,
together we took the touch of roses and razors, feeling the sting and arousal of friendly danger
as the nights knew more than days, secrets grew sweeter, dreams bolder, howls heavy and louder,
our zenith reached the zone quiet calm black, a raven's stem sealed the song of sleeping stranger -
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015
A little tale about the real me
twisted all inside as can be
the visions of the end
is all i see
F.T.W. setting my self free
waking up with the thought
"SURVIVED!" another dream
holding my head under water
no one can hear my screams
cursing each and everyone
for this demon has won
taking over my soul
ripping out all my sanity
reliving over and over
the day i took my own life
my own hell is more than an element of a dream
slicing my most deepest vain, with the dullest knife
a fear so dark lashing out a terrorized scream
reality, to sanity, losing my main brain
a deep dark fear lurking, red blood stain
creeping up a MOSH caught in the way
F.T.W. we are all to blame
inside I dread the day of my rebirth
shout my guts into space for I have faced
to slow down the beast with a potent power of radiation
a frame out demon skinning the philosophy you once new
an evil more than vile, a poison worst than sin
motivating his way in to my voyage of my on tormented life
a DEMON dust from Neptune possessing me its rings
never to think in my wildest observation
I would encounter my own depths of a zero pointless energy
giving to my by the lighted gravity of humane
restricted on the eyes, for the ones who do not wish to see
a trance faster than the speed of light
ending myself to a forever night
fighting with them who reject to see a demon so twisted
dropped from the cosmos of realistic
no one wanting to acknowledge the relativistic way
that time travel out*** and Demons travel in***
lost forever in this rotten being
making me shout out loud to he
who knows my name
dealing with the devils Darkest Poet
in a Dark Poets game
just a dream soupppppers lol. : )
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
How can one express the baffling depths of obscurity?
How can one behold to open the shafts of the mind?
I have never been able to solve the mystery—
Of myself. . .
I wish at times that my life was no more
That I could live as another and finally see things right
But I am always stuck in this darkness
And I cannot see this mind in light
There are beasts. . .demons prowling through the wasteland
Searching for any remaining life
And if they are ever found—
They are doomed and consumed
Fear is their downfall and they never fail to smell it
Their ashes remain, dancing with the imaginary breeze
It is silent here—there are no answers
I wish there were answers. . .
But maybe there was never a reason
No answers. . .
Talons extend and clench around my heart
They will never seek me out—they left me here
It is like they knew…I had no reason—that was the answer
I feel the pulse of my dangling life
Alone in the dark, whimpering like a child
I have scared myself, becoming this dragon-daggered youth
No balm in Gilead!
No eyes to see
All I know will never be free
I don’t need anyone!
You are a disgrace—scum of the waste!
You have everything, you ungrateful little nothing
You are a joke. . .
So swallow it all up like the pushover you are
Stand your lowest and trudge right through
No questions. No answers. Just . You.
Or just lie back down into the mush of disease
It has already infected you to the core
Accept who you are, you ugly pestilence!
I hate you
Who are you to be glorified?
Dream snatcher. . .murderer of all things bright
Saturated in what you call light
I see right through—even as the reflections shatter
All of the dead kept you alive—they all matter…
But alive you are the worst there is
False savior—edited attention whore
I never want to see your face again
See, that’s why I hide. . .
Desperation. . .desperation. . .
I sob and cry kneeling in defeat
For once I am right. . .I am right
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
There are legends I've heard, old songs in the dark
of the old folklore tales, and the old gypsy trails,
where traveling caravans of rugged old wagons
still echo, with longing, in valleys below...
Where each treasured belonging,
was packed in a hurry
all the stories, all the worry, all the heartache would travel
all the sunshine, and the sorrow, celebrations to marvel
and dreams of tomorrow, were kept on the road....
The trail was a friend, and the loam was their home
Their needs were quite small,
They didn't expect, to be wealthy or rich.
All the riches they had, were scarce and so few...but they knew
that happiness could be the sun on your back, or a sky, wide and blue...
Not much to expect, and not even respect...
would be theirs to be owned.
As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun,
with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done...
they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn
they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal,
with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song
and accordion tunes, would drift by the face of the moon
On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun
They rose with the dawn, and the gold of the past,
wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task
Working wherever a meal, and dollar would come
Then moving again with their band until dusk
over, and over and over again...
Some called them tramps, or small petty thieves
But the heart of the matter, was the love of the sun,
the love of the life that came from the moon,
from the stars, and the grass, and the rust of the leaves
For those who encountered, and who gave them a chance
could learn many things by watching them dance,
and learn many things by hearing them sing,
and pay close attention to how much they knew
that fortune is something that comes from inside
It comes with the pride, of knowing what matters
The tattered, lost life of the old gypsy tribes ....
might be the saddest of stories, or loneliest song...
a song that has faded,
that has dwindled and died....
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
My picture of pain,
Exists with a slight twist,
I place a sharp razor on my wrist,
Dragging it vertically and horizontally I make slits,
Feeling the urge after every heartbreak,
Feeling the urge to cut with every mistake I make,
Someone help me, but please do not refer to me as insane,
I’m not seeking attention; my body gets numb to the pain,
Expressing the pain I’ve felt emotionally by hurting myself physically.
The endorphins which releases from each cut causes me to fell high
If you ask what’s wrong I’m going to lie.
But as you can see the truth, I am not fine
I’m slowly breaking down inside,
But I cover up all this pain with a smile and pull down my long sleeves,
That cover up the all the memories that each scar leaves.
Copyright © Michaelia Sangster | Year Posted 2015
The whistling winds from deep dark woods, rattle my door each time;
They blow rustling the ruffled leaves, narrating sordid epic tales
These charcoal black nights introspect my unwavering faith.
30th Dec 2012
Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012
Despite his impatience to show me his hell,
He waited for me in my rest,
Lying upon the ground, I awoke in prayer,
Thanking God above and asking Him for guidance
“My heart is Yours, always,
From the moment I gave breath,
To the darkened impasses of death
Forever glorifying Your name,
Thanking You for Your kindness,
Your creation, love and power
Your glory, Your victory
Lead me, oh Lord,
So I may not fall short in Your sight
Grant me generously Your Spirit,
And in it, may I exalt only You,
In all these cries, merciful God,
Quiet mine, for I need these eyes to see you,
Through the scorching fires of his heart
To be strong within the fray,
To face, here, the remaining days…”
He smiled ironically,
Amening my prayer,
Taking my hand once again
“We have explored your light,
Might we venture now through my night?”
I nodded solemnly, and he lifted me from the ground,
His wings mightily beating the hot air
We rose to the maelstrom,
The lights dimming, the darkness working furiously,
The cries louder, and the leviathans larger
The days you cannot deny,
Shall come as days past,
Though unlike days passed,
These days shall sustain my glory
And lay all hopes to rest
You cannot deny its swelling,
Its shrouding of your light!”
Within the maelstrom we ventured,
The great voices mighty in their misery
Empty eyes stared through the darkness
The light swept aside by his great wings
As we merged further into the hellish hoard
Hissing and spitting, creatures emerged from deeper trenches
Their mouths holding imbeciles and tortured souls,
A pale green horse screamed in the swirl,
His legs kicking through the repugnant, airy waters
I heard men calling, shouting at one another,
Witnessed parched dragons scorching each other,
And greater creatures with teeth jagged,
Worn from the constant gnashing of their teeth
The moans and groans tremored my bones,
Gave genesis to horrors only shown in darkness born
A leviathan, larger than the last arose from the depths,
To meet with our Prince,
Clenching its teeth at the sight of me
With the sweep of his hand, the jaws loosened,
And he motioned me near
Stepping on the back of the creature,
I focused my gaze to the fading light
And he watched me grieve as the remaining creation
Faded into nothingness
I could hear the demons laugh,
I could smell Death breathing
His stomach swelling with souls
The battles amongst the souls continued
Throats of the deceased eternally retching,
Coughing and kneeling inside the dark,
Their eyes glowing, staring into mine,
Longing for relief, begging with their expanded pupils
Fear hastening, the leviathan swam,
Screeching in its own anguish and suffering
My hands clenched his gnarled horns,
As my eyes locked with the Devil’s
He was singing, dark and mightily
Triumph and confidence in his every note
Every word, crisp, stinging
“You will see, oh Daughter of Eve,
How very lucky you are
To see, with me, the future not too far
A future embellishing all power
Wilting every flower,
Every petal of your lies
I will show you, oh woman so fair,
The eve of your purpose,
My purpose, my reign,
When freedom rises
None shall refrain from the cries of their pain,
From the heart-gnawing stench of righteous defeat”
Standing upon the beast,
He roared as silhouettes sprouted from the shadows
Images of men fighting, stomping their strong feet,
Bright trumpets of war sounding,
Deafened even so by the screams of the wounded and dying
Children arose from the ground,
Watching the conquest of their agonies,
Their bony legs quivering,
Fear sopping their flesh
They rose only to fall to the ground,
Reaching for the skies,
But no one came for them
All happiness had come to an end
Humanity was declining,
The horses of war and sickness galloping rampantly
Through all nations, weak and strong
The tough devoured by great beasts,
The feeble strengthened by demons,
Desecrating their innocent bodies
Destroying all that stand unguarded in their path
And the Prince of Darkness arose,
The pits of Death ascended all about him,
Forming his palace of woe
So that he may watch his glories commence
And beside him formed a Queen of Stone,
Whose hand raised for eons of wreckage,
The pain of the masses arising through every order
Her hair was jagged, long, black, matted,
Pestilence poured through her eyes and ears,
Her face dark, painted with the blood of the innocent
Her broad lips poring speeches of blasphemy
Emerald green eyes hardened, fists clenched,
Anger caging her in its satiating thirst for ultimate command
He sang to me,
Inspired by the rotting corpses round,
The terrifying shrills of sound
With increasing appetite
And with deeper bite -
“We must prophesy my dwindling light!
Together we sing to entrust our fight
Deny me not, my fleeing soul,
I will free you from all control
To rule with me in this rising Age
To serve our purpose by my side
I offer you a throne you cannot reject
Though do not decide just yet
Let your heart rejoice in our creating,
Our might exceeds all
Overcome their pathetic cries,
And in them, with me, rise.”
It was true then
Surely he expected me to disregard such a collateral plight
I closed my eyes to end the vision before me
My heart thumping against such an offer,
A threat to my light, I frowned, I remained silent
All the night there, tainted futures shown
I clenched the leviathan’s horns
Not wanting to be pulled into the sucking currents
Lasting all the night upon its burning back
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
From that day on and forward,
I began to see the wretchedness my God had warned me of
He cursed the Lord wholeheartedly, for inflicting yet another agony on him,
In his well he called The Prison of Plot,
He spat the grounds and laughed at random intervals,
Then the next moment, screaming at the top of his lungs in sheer madness
Dragging his face on the walls of the well, he gurgled, and growled,
He bared his teeth at his gargoyles,
And grinned the next moment,
So tickled by the fact that none knew his thoughts,
Simultaneously so angered that none could stand before him,
And claim they knew his inner commotions,
His secret knowledges, and his accelerating vastness of existence
And to exist in his presence!
To witness his every move,
Should bring one to incomprehensible awe
Perhaps he knew not at that moment that I recognized well his excruciating prides
And his fervent, wholly selfish frustrations. . . .
This was the devil I had thought I knew,
This thrashing beast, full of darkness and hatred,
Spitting obscenities at his minions,
Laughing at their impotence….
This was the devil I was sure I would find here….
Suffering as I was
A pitiful thing
Afraid of the dark,
Hesitant of the light….
Cross-legged on the floor,
I lowered my head,
Deep in the recesses of my hopes
I could not bring myself to sing,
So I prayed ardently for joy to sprout,
Prayed for the secret strength I know existed,
Within me, and the Prince. . .
If not in him alone,
But his cause was not lost in my sight,
Nor in my bleeding heart,
No matter the ache of his hatred,
Or the burns of his insults against me
“I may be bound in the chains of your righteous God,” Muttered the mighty Devil,
Spitting violently on the steaming grounds,
“Though rest assured, I hear all, e’en your despondent thoughts….
Your restless fears….your doubt of yourself….birthed from the recalcitrant womb of evil,
I am not ashamed, oh Spirit, oh temptress, and you should not be either!”
The word fell from my mouth like a droplet of rain,
Evaporating to steam before hitting the ground
He laughed deep and darkly, locking eyes with me
“You will find no softness to either end of this sword,
Nor to the future you deny available to you,
Can you not see that you are here,
For one purpose, and one purpose only,
Not only to understand me—no it cannot be,
You wish to save me!!!”
He laughed louder, the well booming with his voice,
Running through me and surrounding me
“You wish to save me
From the decision etched in stone
Fire-searing, unmovable decisions
Vowed from the natures you dare to change!
You have come to change me—yet
Again, I only change you!
With the same idea of saving what you think you have lost!
I have not changed one bit,
Perhaps the snake hides its plot,
Perhaps the dragon possessively protects its plunder,
You are the only one changing before me
I just wait for you—for you to abandon reason,
To abandon thought, to let descend your wildest dream,
The very dream that brought you here to me
The very dream that lives in your incomparable mind….”
His words were laced with satirical ire,
And saturated in kaleidoscopic pains only one with access to light could witness
“You await the sound of my voice,” I began,
“You await the shape of my words,
Every vowel and every consonant,
So that you may tear it apart in your matchless claws.”
I spat the ground, incredulously at first, and then with joy at the look of shock in his eyes
My jaw tightened with conviction,
My heart flowed with perception
“I have changed you,
Do not try to lie to me, slippery beast,
Bash your head once more upon these pitiless walls,
Make your minions and gargoyles crackle and cringe at your fury,
Laugh and cry out in anguish,
Burn the daylight out of my sorrows,
Crawl upon me and singe the very vocals declaring the glory from up above,
In silence or in sound,
All glory is to spill on God!
The end is the end,
If you wish not to exist in the conclusion,
I will be not be desolate without you,
He grants peace and joy to those who serve Him
Can you not see this is not for you alone, oh wretched, confident dragon?
Can you not see this mercy and relief I offer you,
To fulfill my duties of Agape love?
I am not your Temptress, I am your benefactor,
Inspired by the Spirit to move you
If it is too late, than so be it!
Leave me with my God you hate till the days depart from us,
Till the moment I climb out of this well with HIM and not YOU,
A transformed being with a stronger conviction than ever
You cannot deny that mankind has changed you!
That the Spirit in me and of my God affects you,
That this light is around you
Just as this darkness is
If you cannot let the light in,
If you will not let it in,
You can never let me in…..”
He grimaced, the thought of me leaving the well fracturing his thoughts,
My words flowing like waters, not processing fully in him, but drowning in him
He was looking at something distant beyond me
But as I knew, very well,
He could not stop the fact that he heard every word,
And he could not change it,
He could not make it what he wanted,
He could think what he may,
But they were rightful words,
They were from my voice
And into his ears
That, in torture, always hear
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016
On the second level, merchant's homes and shops were arrayed,
Here were homes of a richer bearing, of the more powerful.
Mini palaces with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
The scents of the orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating.
Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic,
Listen oh thou mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing.
These mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants,
Beautiful mini gardens were behind these dwellings, such beauty.
Seeeth in thy mind's eye Level three, the communal gardens,
They were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour.
There were shapes and descriptions of all kinds of exotic plants,
They seemed painted onto this scene by a master's hands.
So skillfully crafted were these gardens of Love, peaceful to the mind,
There were trees of mighty girth, lifting there many arms in praise of the almighty ones.
There were secluded hidden areas, those areas for Lover's to be alone,
Indeed, I as thy bard tellest thee, all desires were catered for.
On the fourth level were homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings,
These were virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style.
From Golden window casings the Badicha plain could be viewed complete,
They were blessed, the splendour of Love's dreams theirs.
In dwellings fit for mighty kings they lived out their lives,
Within thy minds, knoweth that all knew Love and joy within Alahsar.
These homes also had their own small bathing areas within,
There were ever sounds of joy within each dwelling, happy were the people.
Mighty ones, lifteth up thy horns to the splendour that be Alahsar,
To that most beautiful jewel under a low midnight sun.
On level five the king's palace and its vast gardens standeth alone,
The great golden glory of he, known only as the golden king.
Lifteth up thy horns, all ye who hearken to mine words,
Drink thy blessed mead and in thy hearts e'er Alahsar remembereth.
In one mighty cry may our voices be heard,
"Glory and Honour."
To Be Continued.
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
The Holy Land
The butchers slab of Hell, of Christian and Infidel.
Swords slash and cut lose the soul, fear! not
conscience pays the toll. And yet with battles
endless plight, the cut and thrust, ferocious might.
For all the dark one ray of light, that gentle kiss
one moonlit night.
Antioch, no quarter asked no quarter given, the
sword from blood to bone is driven. Then in the
twinkling of an eye, the pain a sickening cry. Thud
the arrow hit my chest, piecing bone and armoured
vest. From horse to earth I did fall, with failing
breath her name did call.
And there he stood with coal black eye, be still
Christian or you will die. The arrow is close to
heart, I must remove less the poison start. With
those words I drift to sleep, back to Avalon and
a promise keep. Was it hours or was it days, the
Devil tricks and mind it plays. When I woke he
was kneeling east, offering prayer to man and
beast. He saw me said rest Christian your heart
is sweet, it is full of love but incomplete. A
greener land and softer hue awaits, it is not we
who control our fates. Pray tell me what's your
name, he said call me friend are we not the same.
Jealousy and greed corrupt our aim, in our Gods
name we create our shame. He gave me rest he
gave me balm, kept the fire and kept me warm.
I asked him why. He gave me that soft dark eyed
look, he said Christian it's all about a book. A man
who stopped to aid an injured man, a man ignored
by his own country men. Yes I said the good
Samaritan, and my book has these stories to.
Your stronger now your wound has healed, time
to leave this foreign field. My family awaits with
open arms, peace and warmth and all its charms.
I clenched his hands and kissed his cheek, as if
brothers in words did speak.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
And as they reacheth the golden gates they turneth to face the foe,
The Arlagh’s they wouldst cometh with power and might to kill,
The ground wouldst shakeeth as they didst runneth towards their foe,
Always they doth runneth for their meal, always hungry the Arlagh.
Cometh then forth to meeteth thy fate ye hounds of Hell,
Hesitate not ye hounds of hell, the day of thy death cometh,
For Utamol, free of scabbard doth loudly call,
“The Sword Of Blood shalt Haveeth Ye All.
“Standeth alone and thou shalt die,”
The warrior Queen cryeth from parapet high aloft,
"We standeth here, let night’s hordes of abomination cometh,”
Dark Man doth sayeth as he fealeth the rage of Arlaghs across Badicha's plain.
No man cometh out the golden gates, they standeth alone Turvehr and Dark Man,
The enemy now formeth into their ranks once more, kind with kind.
The charge wouldst cometh, the blood red moon, as night creatures call it,
A man of dark wouldst knoweth his end very soon, he wouldst fight, liveth or die.
With slavering and gnashing of teeth the Arlagh’s didst cometh,
The other creatures of night cameth more slowly, more cautious.
Both Turvehr and the Dark Man they are still as marble statues,
They moveth not at all from their place before the Golden Gates.
Silent as statues standeth both, they showeth no sign of fear,
Both ready now for the blood-letting that wouldst surely cometh.
Turvehr and Dark Man, single heart, single brain,
Now they standeth under a darkening sun, Shalt it become Blood Red Moon.
But closed Golden Gates are opened mine Lords and Ladies,
Forth doth cometh the Tigress and the red in all their strength.
The mounted red move onto the flanks everyone moving quickly,
The unmounted red standeth behind the mounted Dark Man.
Now dismounting, the Dark Man standeth next to his Love,
His eyes were seen to shineth brightly within his cowals dark.
Forward moveth the Dark Man and Tigress,
As more of the Red cometh out of the gates, the Arlaghs still charging.
Moving out wide on the flanks were the mounted archers,
Their white mounts prancing onto Badicha, they showeth no fear.
The Red, so called because of what they did weareth in battle,
But the red breecs and the red shirt, their armour was their faith.
They were now outside the Gates and formed to charge,
Waiting not on any other soldiers who were to cometh out.
They did maketh their charge onto Badicha,
Battle crash wouldst soon be heard.
To Be Continued..........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
Brave the knights that rideth away, regailed in Golden finery,
How they shineth with Golden light when kissed by the Golden sun.
They were followed by the infantry, marching out bold and strong,
Bedecked in summer’s brightest colours, a glorious sea to beholdeth.
Brave indeed were the soldiers who marcheth to battle,
With hearts of steel they marcheth away, glory for to win this day.
Upon the plain of Badicha, before the Golden Gates of the Golden City,
The battle for the survival of light wouldst be fought this day.
And womanhood didst watcheth this day, forbidden by the Golden King to fight,
As Father’s, Brother’s, Uncle’s and Lover’s didst marcheth away,
Into the light of glories dawn, the Golden Glory didst shineth bright,
A sun of glories Love for last time shineth on the glory that was Alahsar?
Our Warrior Queen standeth with the rest of the women, her warrior's heart on battle's field,
Behindeth bright battlements of silver she watcheth all marcheth away.
Tears fell from those brown eyes so young and bold,
As she stood on the smallest part of wall, above the Golden Gates.
Both sides now in great power faceth each other across the emerald sea of Badicha,
The Dark forces had their spiders and spider riders on the flanks.
The light force had there mounted knights on both flanks,
Arlaghs were in the front center lines, merciless, murderous beasts.
Behind them were the goblin wolf riders and their wolves of course,
The infantry of Alahsar standeth row on row in the center formation.
The archers didst standeth behind the infantry and also on the flanks,
Both these armies standeth in expectation, they waiteth for the attack command.
And upon Badicha, sweet dreams own plain, yelleth attack command,
Man and beast hath cometh, no quarter wouldst either giveth.
Weapons of destruction didst meeteth in a thunderous clash of steel,
Tortured hearts in anguish cryeth out as life so quickly lost.
Pain and Death, their victims they sought so easily on Badicha,
Hearts on now quickly darkening plain didst die before their bodies felleth dead.
This was a clashing of Faith against Faith, who wouldst win?
The Warrior Queen didst watcheth and she didst weepeth at the sight.
To Be Continued.....
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
And then the beasts do screameth with fear, they art not at ease.
The vengeance of the light hath cometh, the Dark Man,
Summoned by a Warrior Queen’s heart, her blessed tears.
Many of the night they knoweth they now faceth their own oblivion.
As the anger of the Gods doth striketh the earth a roar of thunder,
Upon a mighty lightning bolt the king of Unicorns doth cometh,
As black as night, with mightiest horn of ivory,
Upon his back a figure completely covered in black, the Dark Man.
The Arlagh’s, they were ones who never showed fear,
They were kin to the wolf, they didst never runneth from any foe.
Their heads were that of wolf, their bodies that of man,
They had the legs of wolves, to speed them on.
In battle they ever moveth on, never doth these monsters retreat,
They would killeth all in Alahsar, they wouldst eateth all meat.
Red had started this day when Arlaghs had struck,
They wouldst eateth their fill and drink of the nutriencial Blood.
And fear doth spreadeth from human heart to human heart, Wouldst Antiquities tales be lost?
Mortals doth seeeth the signs and they thinketh all is lost.
A master of the darkest night a friend to all, he wouldst surely cometh,
Cometh to earth to fight his fight but what wouldst be the cost.?
By the end of this bloody day wouldst womanhood just pineth away?
No! all shall die if battle lost, some wouldst awaiteth in chains each feast.
They wouldst be food for death feast, The only death for the lost,
Wouldst Alasahrs' Golden Love never return? wouldst all cometh to an end?
Now he doth cometh, riding forth across Badicha, tall and proud,
Both Unicorn and man of night, they flasheth across the emerald sea.
Straight as the errant flame toward the great jeweled city,
They rideth out of darkness into what is left of light.
His sword, Utamol, held tightly in his right black gloved hand,
Held high aloft now,to his Warrior Queen, standing now upon the parapet,
Utamol He didst hold aloft in salute to Beauty’s all,
In salute to woman’s power and majesty, the glory of his Love.
To Be Continued..........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
And now voices raiseth in songs of victory, how mighty be the sound,
Songs that wouldst filleth any Warrior’s Soul with greatest pride,
These were the songs of a far greater antiqyity,
And also, of course, mighty songs of the Golden King’s exploits.
Songs of praise for the great jewel of DreamScape, Alahsar,
Songs heapeth golden praise upon the majesty of a golden king,
Loudly and proudly the voices singeth into the air, the king is pleased.
Alahsar, the golden jewel alive with such Golden Sound.
Now let us looketh to the events that shalt cometh forth in our tale,
Let us taketh one moment away from the merriment,
This was a troubled time for the great golden king,
Darkness now did threateneth the Golden Kingdom of DreamScape.
The Golden King who this early morn' wouldst drinketh the horn of celebration,
he 'morrow he may drinketh the dregs of sorrow,s horn before his end.
Didst thou really believe i wouldst divulge any specifcs of mine tale?
Let Alahsar praiseth the Dark man and those he didst lead to victory.
On the third level there was no revelry, there was only peace,
Here in the communal gardens there was a calm joyousness,
A few people already resteth from the revelry, on the grass they layeth,
Our Warrior Queen was here to meeteth her Dark Man.
Such quiet solitude toucheth her, the gardens were good for the Soul.
All the songs being sung didst reacheth this place of respite,
Many started to leaveth the gardens and walketh down to level two,
Most of the singing didst cometh from that vicinity, joy went on.
On the fourth level it was almost silent, very few voices heard now,
The dwellers here wouldst now be at their work in the Golden Palace.
A few children couldst be heard singing the old tales with gusto,
There high pitched voices, they were almost lost in the breeze that bleweth.
A few children on the street dancing to whatever song was being sung,
Their laughter was a balm in itself, it was so nice to the ear.
Alahsar was alive with gaiety, joy and Love, hearts didst singeth,
Wouldst that every heart wouldst always singeth.
To Be Continued..........
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016
The Golden Palace atop the mountain was awash with light,
The softer songs of Alahsar cometh from deep within.
Within each room the sumptuous splendour of priceless jewels,
All are happy, within they awaiteth the guest of honour.
Outside the storm doth grow in magnitude, the mother of darkness,
Soon, from the heart of the storm, wouldst cometh the dark man.
Many watcheth the sky, the fastly darkening sky, soon he wouldst cometh,
The storm alive now, the thunder booms and lightning flasheth.
Now once more the mists of time falleth over Alahsar once again,
Once more thy bard must hath his horn charged, bringeth the mead lass,
The mead shalt help the voice so i may singeth the song more clear,
In bardic, melodic voice, the words shalt cometh forth strong.
Soon we shalt returneth to Golden Alahsar, in the Golden DreamScape,
The words of elder songs shalt singeth out their power and glory,
Like running waters, they shalt floweth forth and painteth their wonder,
The glory of Alahsar shalt cometh to thee through thy Bard's song.
Now mighty ones i returneth now to singeth the song of Alahsar,
Now cometh with thy bard once more to the priceless dream.
Like the eagles high aloft, let us flyeth now to DreamScape,
The great wall standeth ever impenetrable, The walls standeth firm.
Within this great outer wall the largest silver gates to beholdeth,
This is where mine song doth take thee, we shalt seeeth what we seeeth.
Let us watcheth from on high as we soareth above our scene,
Many soldiers of the outer guard now in armour shining.
Now a great hammering from the other side of the great silver gates,
Something hard striketh, four mighty strokes then a break.
This repeats time after time, the signal of the enemy dignitaries,
Outwith these gates in eternal darkness dignitaries awaiteth entry.
The gates shalt now slowly openeth, soldiers standeth expectant,
Hands on sword hilts and spears at ready, shields also at ready.
The great silver gates still openeth slowly to the darkness,
Yes, the gates of DreamScape openeth to the darkness without.
To Be Continued
Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016