''Thine Immortale''04:32 Oct 16 2014
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((A little something I got from a still current 'depressive' state...))
This is no song for war, to battle,
Nor a hope for one to rattle.
But for the "monster" none may know,
A seething prayer, thou would not go.
Massacre and blood lust,
A craving beyond the dust
Fill the veins of he who must
Take upon him the Ancient trust...
My love is strong, these lips are thine.
As cold as ice, yet sweet as wine.
My hands are tied to carbon blade,
My Soul is gone, life long unmade.
The "monster" free, now shall be seen,
No angel to save Me, for I've always been
This damned man, an Ancient being,
Beyond salvation they remember seeing.
No one can save Me, for I am doomed,
To be this force, My life consumed.
No hope nor prayer can help this slayer,
But for My love to be My soothsayer.
Thine Immortal, a "monster" fatal,
Hunter by design, soldier not benign,
This hunger by lust for blood,
Long since summoned by Immoral flood.
Now, I rip the life from others,
Fathers cry, as do their mothers,
Yet with finesse, draw hearts asunder,
As I walk through the crowds like silent thunder.
Nails long and sharp, like razors,
Teeth-serrated, lengthened tazers
Paralyze the vessel, as I draw the life
Like a funnel, ending the strife.
A voice like silk, to seduce the Soul,
The mind to seize all control,
A heart to beat, but only bare,
And eyes like ice, shall ensure the snare!
Thine Immortal, heart temporal,
Demon of thy dreams,
A "monster" beyond mortal schemes,
No light shine through without you.
Thine Immortal, "monster" beyond recognition,
Winged beast in humanoid flesh to vision.
Thine Immortal, Herald of the void,
My heart is thine, My Soul devoid.
Nails long and sharp, like razors,
Teeth-serrated, lengthened tazers
Paralyze the vessel, as I draw the life
Like a funnel, ending the strife.
Wars a-long time's myths from crosses
Have left scars from all the losses
Of love of family - My mind it tosses,
Superstitions arise these deep incisions.
This heart cries out, a piercing shout!
What remains feels so damn surreal,
May I ever be free of this agony,
Or must I endure the Eternal Seal?
Thine Immortal, a "monster" fatal,
Hunter by design, soldier not benign,
This hunger by lust for blood,
Long since summoned by Immoral flood.
My love is strong, these lips are thine.
As cold as ice, yet sweet as wine.
My hands are tied to carbon blade,
My Soul is gone, life long unmade.
The "monster" free, now shall be seen,
No angel to save Me, for I've always been
This damned man, an Ancient 'beast',
Beyond "salvation", marked by Feast.
COMMENTS
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AngelicaRose
05:51 Oct 16 2014
Your writing amazes as always...Wonderfully written and such depth of feeling. I have a few private comments to make to you about this though.