Dark Poetry #4 |
Through Fields of Mercilessness |
LucidityNow Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 118Canada |
Beyond grimness blew these frigid winds still Amidst enshrouded and battered wings Where light was but a cursed word Colorless skies were ours to rule Aeons old but infants still We rose from dormancy For new thrones were to be won Monuments of suffering supreme Unappalled by hatred nor sorrow did we breathe the Art Far away from all that was deemed fair an empire was born Under the North began the hunt Through fields of mercilessness Where light was drowned in sin And the twelve names were mocked aloud With ghastly ruby eyes we gazed upon the breed Befouled by the stench of god As for such a race of willing slaves The meanders of the mind were naught Through darkened veils we grinned for the pathway of the sword Was clear as an open sky Malevolence our vessels we soared To lands forlorn by echoes of joy plagued Their weak flesh to be washed away By a neverending sea of horns Wails of horror Through vales of death now crimson forevermore Tears ran from their mournful eyes As holiness was ripped apart and i'm certain that if i drive into those trees, it would make less of a mess, than she's made of me... |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Wow. That is the best I have heard in such a long time, it is a sight for sore eyes. Great great imagery, hope to hear more from you soon. Hollow. "Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian |
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LucidityNow Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 118Canada |
thank you......glad to know there is atleast 1 other who enjoys the darkness as much as I. and i'm certain that if i drive into those trees, it would make less of a mess, than she's made of me... |
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