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mountain majestic reign,
winter-time wondrous sight of
dawn,
sun's first breath on ice
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Für Elise
walking through the hidden realm of
my heart,
whistling close by me, a poisoned
dart,
burning lightning in a pearly orb,
the essence of my agony you
absorb,
echoes of a dog's anguished howl,
the opening eyes of a new-born
foal,
ruby tears from the eyes of an
innocent child,
a Spanish bull fight gone wild,
fiery chimera in a hailstone blizzard,
a multilingual emerald, flying-lizard,
purple mountain majestic mistletoe
kiss,
a rare sorrowful bliss,
a distant ringing of mournful bells,
walking along a rocky beach
collecting empty shells,
carousel of blood-hounds, running
on fire,
my only desire; to hear this
unearthly ire,
wretched arlequin, juggling the last
string of sanity,
this truly isn't a show of
subconscious vanity,
reaping emotions at such surprising
speeds,
along with bitter memories of
horrendous deeds,
diving into a sun-warmed tropical
reef,
floating with fire coral far beneath,
a lilytrotter on candy-sweet waters,
the irreplaceable smile of a
cherished daughter,
a blue fish dancing on a ghastly
moon,
corruption swept away by a gilded
monsoon,
a flurry in a race-horse chase,
no thoughts left to chastise,
shrewd smell of ancient tree-spice,
lingers in the unreachable corners
of paradise,
when the red and golden banners
are hung,
a far-off nightingale's song is sung,
the cresent moon, white-light
projector,
an involuntary earth-life protector,
darling Ludwig, you sly minx,
for you have put my uncontrollable
will under a jinx,
I'm nude, my true colours on
display,
until it comes my time to decay,
Elise trapped thee heart in Limbo,
full of shadowed stars and
powdered moonshine,
in a fairytale land divine,
treacherous Elise, make a speech,
of words no Poet can breech,
to thy trespasser, rowing,
in forbidden waters of longing
melody.
175 seconds of unabridged art in
blood...
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An impressionist’s pastel painting of the foe,
Releasing unheard sighs of a sinner’s woe,
Mere wisps of his charred and tainted soul,
His empty eyes resemble burning holes of eternal coal,
Seeing only deathly pale faces lined and worn,
While following an eerie voice full of spiteful scorn,
Leading him towards lost corners of insanity,
Where he’s bound to serve ‘til the death of eternity.
Eidolon creeps amongst the bonfires of hell,
Where wretched souls burn and spasm in this fiery cell,
Him, hidden in illusions his mind created the surreal,
Captured spirit behind solid bars of steel,
His timeless existence in oblivion and spoil,
Still climbing higher and higher, to where he lays,
Where Eidolon walks cloaked in sinful ways,
A cloak befouled and woven in sin:
A weeping widow’s rope-round-the-throat,
A drunkard’s drowned body a-float,
Greedy lord whom robbed the poorly,
A psycho who raped his first child, mercilessly,
Their damaged souls tarnish this cloak of sorrow.
(I know it isn't complete and it's kindda goosebump/nightmare material. Sorry about that.)
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beyond the archway,
a hope-filled star glows bright,
burning the ghost-war
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Lies,
Mercilessly shoved down our
throats,
Injustice,
A word lowered into deep waters,
on sinking boats,
Fear,
The gunpowder of a destructive
weapon,
Fake smiles,
Pretending to reassure, a job for the
hosts,
The truth,
Is only whispered by transparent
ghosts,
Rogue voices,
Continue to shout, while scarred
hands continue to bail,
Freedom,
Was never in speech, but in silent
blackmail,
Abused power,
Is the hole we fail to see, let alone
fix.
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The pulchritudinous aquatic lair,
Of resplendent melancholy depth,
A place damaged beyond repair,
Teeming of glazed ghosts of death.
Hither and yon an offed world
lingers,
The alluring charm of the
cadaverous expanse,
Where bony-ice settles deep in
frigid fingers,
A bloodless shore of gothic
romance.
Eyes burning with a copper glance,
Vermilion waves wash over the bare
sea-bed,
Waking the argenteous sand lance,
From their hide-out in death's head.
This oceanic God's acre,
Populated by inert remains,
Destroying the soul of a ballad-
maker,
Hang-out of many sins and life-
banes.
My languid, crippled stony heart,
Floating in this burgundy desert,
In fragments shattered into pieces
of bloody art,
Blown away in a riotous explosion
of subvert.
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Flutter of silver wings,
The feeling freedom brings,
Flapping a harmonious breeze,
A chilly glacial freeze,
Over my tethered limbs,
Counting the Devil's Sins,
Moon-face, beaming brightly,
Shadows dancing on the nightly,
A nocturnal suave,
My heart's empty cave...
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In the shade of his smile,
Echoes much depletedness.
In the depths of his eyes,
Is a spectacle of inanition,
In the chaos of his heart,
Lays one true thing, a lie...
His cocoon of titanium,
A grim cage of no opportunity.
Boundaries set,
Letting nobody in.
His deserted being,
Hidden in the shadows.
Reflecting a destroyed boy,
A hollow shell of who he once was.
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