Two years have passed
Now the day has arrived
The dark now rules
For the lights in deprive
The white angels in capture
Taken to the depths
Hades has become them
Manacled and reft
Redded eyes in the dark
Peer from their bleak
To ogle these white angels
For centuries they seek
Up above on the surface
On this orb called earth
The dark angels fly
To distribute their mirth
A world once full of colour
Living and bright
Has been transformed into darkness
Left raped, left in blight
Slowly his legions
With their piercing red eyes
Will rise to the surface
Where he will hear their cries
Master of darkness
It has taken many years
To draw their light to your dark
As we live of their fears
We hail you oh dark one
For our year has arrived
Twenty twelve is upon us
For centuries we contrived
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A spider swings by single thread
Back and forth within my head
To the threads the questions stick
Answers there, which one to pick
Ghostly fingers come and play
At my thoughts they pluck away
The Ravens eye it blinks of blood
I see no light from where I'm stood
Within the web sit truth and lies
Complexed mesh of lows and highs
Shadows dark and take control
Black my heart and tar my soul
This night a dark and arid place
Where iced tears run an ever pace
Where sins prick and haunt me so
Where the bile boils to overflow
Once the warrior am now in pieces
Guilt and shame and war still polices
Am the jigsaw with a part missing
Endless hours of purgatory kissing
Medals, honours fill the drawer
The Ravens eye asks what for.
This land is the purchase of our sweat
The commodity of our blood
The legacy of ancestral death
The stem that holds our bright visions bud
We shall not surrender it, or cease
To make our inheritance
Here strong, nor cower the least
From dark might and blind arrogance
This land is where our first breath was drawn
The salt that keep firm our veins
The quest of our golden dawn
The balm of borrowed grief and dark pains
Will you provoke our ire then, ignite
Our kindred wrath and freedom
That we won disdain, and spite
The progress wrought? Courage ne'er succumb
To hideous deeds, nor wane of will
To fight the wicked distaste
Of human value and waste,
For our land will not hesitate to kill
Then let God and history judge us
And absolve us if we sin
When our Maroon hearts shall win
But dare not shall we yield one shred of sacred trust!
Dark Queen
She is bonded for ransom.
She is a trap for caption.
Tooken from the castle of the mighty Knights.
She is the princess of their guiding light.
Captured for a trade.
Dark Magician wants their first Knights blade.
She waits knowingly there is no way out.
The knights are coming, death for them is no doubt.
Soon the Dark Magician will have what he wants.
The first sword he will sway.
Then princesses will turn into a Dark Queen till this day.
The World they both will haunt,,until the sword gets tooen away.
Cryptic moon in midnight sky,
wan enigma mystifies,
silken light on forest floor,
daylight colors are no more.
Daylight colors are no more,
grays and blacks a metaphor,
night winds coax a lullaby
from the dark and starlit sky.
From the dark and starlit sky,
we are left to wonder why,
distant gems on foreign shores
trap us in eternal wars.