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The Passion of the Demoness03:27 Apr 21 2011
Times Read: 599
The Passion of Lilith
Bound by chains of solitude
Read writing on the wall
Ave Reginam Mortis
Says the scrawling on the wall
A tale I tell of solemn things
Of men and winds and lovers
Ave Reginam Mortis
And bow down to no others
The day we die the crow will cry -
An echo through the sky
Ave Reginam Mortis
Fate you cannot deny
On shattered glass bare feet will tread
Blood will flood this floor
Ave Reginam Mortis
And you will be no more
The strong will burn in fire
The weak shall ever reign
Ave Reginam Mortis
And end the human pain
Above the arch that holds my cell
An etch in stone commands
Ave Reginam Mortis
And flee to sacred lands
Across a sea of broken dreams
On stars we all rely
Ave Reginam Mortis
Our call warrants no reply
Shameful standings show our fears
Forgotten how we travelled here
Ave Reginam Mortis
The end of life draws near.
A thousand rivers we must sail
To see the sun at dawn
Ave Reginam Mortis
But life’s not yet begun
Ave Reginam Mortis
For She’s the only one.
The Fall13:05 Apr 09 2011
Times Read: 616
Blood makes the blade
Too slippery to hold
It plummets into darkness
Off the outcrop’s edge
I fall myself in mourning
A dreary sky to bear
What horrid fate of life
Has brought my poor soul here?
Wings stained with crimson water
Bones cracking as I drop
Plummet into darkness
Off the outcrop’s edge
The fall it lasts for decades
Yet seconds not to spare
A second plight of mourning
And dreary skies to bear
The sound of sifting water
Breaks on shore below
The graying of the storm-clouds
Above the outcrop’s edge
Graceful swan dive from the cliff
Unto the seas and stones
Because of my own morning
Into darkness I must go.
The Sculptor13:05 Apr 09 2011
Times Read: 617
His soft hands sculpt with patience
A world made of ice
Cold in every sense of cold
Devoid of any life
His fingers have turned blue
Ice the black of demon blood
Still he chisels, still he carves
His world made of ice
He thinks of children’s screaming
Songs too soft to bear
Reads of mothers’ mourning
Which in his ice appears
He thinks he ought to warm himself
But pain from cold is fine
Wonders if he’s doomed himself
With his world made of ice.
He pictures brothers weeping
Sisters in despair
Imagines temples burning
Which in his ice appears
He thinks of softly sleeping
Dreaming all in gray
Instead he sits unmoving
And chisels ice all day
He shows the world his sculpting
They turn away in fear
He shakes his head in warning
And the demons all appear
The battle lasts for eons
In his world made from ice
Still his muscles move the chisel
His carvings more precise
In a silent ashen minute
The landscape is stained red
If he could stop the killing
He’d sculpt in more instead
His tools his hand are guiding
The ice shows him the way
His masterpiece carves him
Cutting his skin away
And suddenly the battle ends
The fallen left in pain
His world made of ice
Has had its way again.
Road to Nowhere03:31 Apr 05 2011
Times Read: 650
A woman walks in solitude
No moonlight as her guide
She steps from stone to stone
No god is on her side.
Over streams she crosses
Numb to human fear
Not a single flit of movement
Nor any sound to hear
A child takes his mother’s hand
Laughing at the fair
The dark has not descended yet
But dark we have to share
We walk a road to nowhere
Our eyes they cannot see
Blood has drained our senses
Death will set us free
The earth below our scorching feet
Suffering hot as coal
The ice will quell but never melt
The fire of the soul
A silent morbid city-scape
Gray from dawn to dusk
One single cry is silenced
Lost in deathly lust
We walk a road to nowhere
Our bodies ceased to be
We travel reminiscent
Ever so carefully
We walk a road to nowhere
A lane that has no end
Crawling ‘round the corners
Hoping Death is ‘round the bend
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