Disregard it no more
It follows obediently, like a friend by your side,
silent and still, just along for the ride,
at times it points north, west south or east,
shrinking and growing like a mythical beast,
some stamp on and tramp on, - even kick dirt in it's face,
like it is a nobody, with no feel for disgrace,
it's color may vary, from grey to pitch black,
disappearing in darkness, without a sound or a track,
Immortal and living - from my side - cannot be torn,
it's been with me since, the day I was born,
I take it for granted, this friend, who's name is not known,
who'd treat me the same, even if I were a drunk or king on a throne,
Next time it is there, Ill look so it knows that I saw,
and knows that Im trying to "Disregard it no more"
By Raven
A land so evil with soil, soiled red,
with blood from brave ones, who rest on this hard death bed,
the stench of rotting, hangs thick in the air,
covering the souls of dead ones, who died in despair,
the land is drizzled, with bodies and parts,
hopes and dreams, and lovers broken hearts,
a crow's call echoes, across the land so still,
sending shivers through my spine, after his call so shrill,
the evening's so dull, a sky so orange and peach,
that teases the souls, with peaceful solitude out of reach,
I stand on a hilltop, facing my brothers - all dead,
Looking at a land so evil with soil, soiled red,
By Raven
other in Journal
My name is Raven, and true by law
short and sharp like a werewolfs claw,
Iv come here searching, from southern seas afar,
to do soul searching, and heal my scar,
this community of thousands, Im amazed to find,
that there's others just like me, it s as if I was blind,
gathering of others, whom so powerful, is sublime,
has given me power to create this rhyme,
within this world wer'e unhindered and free
to live as we are, and as we were meant to be,
in a place where blood and others we crave
all that can be found in "Vampire Rave"
By Raven
Far beyond the southern shores,
lies a path to forsaken doors,
If you seek them, - heed the uncharted stride -
the rules to which lost souls abide,
For if one rule is abroken, your soul shall be, the Gatekeepers token,
And if the rules remain in seal,
to clouded eyes, shall forsaken doors reveal,
Beware the keepers forked like tongue,
six questions from it shall be sprung,
His quest is simple, - your soul to get,
to repay his binding life long debt,
Answer with honor and immortal creed,
six has need, for you to be freed,
And when all six, have met their match,
the Keeper shall unlock, the forgotten latch,
For you to walk through, forsaken doors,
far beyond the southern shores.
By Raven
COMMENTS
Very nice. Your poetry brings to mind Edgar Allen Poe
Awesome keep writein.[hats off to you]
COMMENTS
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Lunalessca
22:20 Sep 16 2009
I love coming to read your poems. Keep writing buddy.^-^