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Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:51 pm | |
| Post Any And All Dark Type Poetry Here To Share With Others.
WEAVE MAGIC
So Cold, The Damp Of The Grave; Reach Down, Fingers Touch Skin; Trembling, Words Echo Like Thunder; Get Up Now, You Have Rested Long Enough; Rise Now, Join With Me Once More; Leave The Underworld, Be Whole Again; Feed Upon Mine Own, Come Back Now; Open Your Putrefied Eyes, Destiny Commands; Lift Up Above The Flames Of Hades; I Beckon Thee Forward, Sleep No More; Even The Foulest Demon, Has No Hold On You; Nothing Is The Way, It Was Meant To Be; Ceaselessly Falling, Take My Hand; Beatless Heart, Pound Within Your Chest; Thoughtless Mind, Weave That Magic; Let Him Go, she Is Mine To Claim; Hell Hath No Fury, As Dwells In This Broken Soul; The Earth Itself, Would Tremble In My Wake; None Shall Be Spared, The Time Is Nigh; Walk By My Side, Upon This World Again; Renew Thy Flesh, Fortify Thy Bones; This Pain, In This Heart, Crushes My Will; You Said, Forever, I Charge Upon Thee; Rise From The Ashes, Breathe For Me; Do Not Leave Me Alone, I Am So Lost…
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| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:51 pm | |
| SOLITARY HELL
Until The End Of Time Itself, Shall I Shed These Tears; Impossible For This Pain To Ebb Away; Needing You Is The Hardest Thing I Have Been Through; Sickness Of The Heart Seeps Into My Every Aching Vein; A Thousand Wishes Wont Make My Dream Come True; Do As You Will, Nothing Can Stop My Soul Wanting You; Even As My Head Nestles In The Pillow I Am Yearning; The Night Is Haunted By Your Presence, Always Waiting; Your Voice Whispers To Me In The Wind, Come To Me You Call; I Cannot Escape The Emptiness You Left Behind; Slowly I Am losing Control, Your Name Burns My Mind; The Mirror Taunts Me, I See Your Face And You Are Gone; Why Wont You Free Me From This Solitary Hell; Visit Me When I Beg To Be Left Alone, So Cruel; There Are No Locks On Doors To Keep You Away; My Mind Body And Spirit Scream, In Deafening Silence; Of This Vile And Savage World, All I Ask Is To have You Back; Never Relenting, Ceaselessly Tears Flood From My Raw Eyes; Fists Pounding On Unmoveable Walls, Do Not Leave Me; That Smile Which Darkened The Very Sun, Is So pale Now; Heavy Scent Fills My Senses, I Can Smell You Everywhere; You Left Me Mystified By The Beauty Of Your Cruelty; My Heart Thunders In My chest, Morbid Fear, I Have Lost You; All This Selfish Delusion, This Agony Is No Illusion; Even The Very Ground Itself Trembled Under Your Feet; I Am Going Insane, I Wish My Time Were Nearing Its End; Upon My Dying Day, Will You Not return; I Love You O` Brother Of Mine... |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:52 pm | |
| TRUST IMPALER
Your Hate, It Wraps Around Me, Second, Suffocating Skin; Savouring, With Ecstasy, My Every Silent Scream; Shot Through Me, Light, Molten Lava, Eat Me Alive; My Blood Flows, As A Crimson Tide, I Am Decaying; Maximum Pain, Never Ending Suffering, Your Lust; Every Fibre Ablaze, In Frenzied Terror, Raging Hatred; You Mesmerized Me, Tricked Me, Into Hypnotized Death; Not Even The Devil, Could Match Your Black Desire; Build My Funeral Pyre, Strip Me Down, To My Soul; I Am All Alone, In This Vile, Savage Wasteland, Weeping; You Took My Trust, Then Impaled My Heart; No Matter How Weakened, My Condition, You Crush Me; Dark Shadows, Loom Over Your Head, I Cannot Stand It; Those Bright, Crystal Shard’s, Pierce My Flesh; Your Loathing, Never Satisfied, Blackened Memories; Stab Me, In The Brain, With My Own, Harrowed Days; Exploding Inside Me, The Myriad Of Your, Evil Games; Go On, Take All You Need From Me, I Cannot Stop You; Charge Deep, Like A Leviathan, Of Pure White Lightning; My Blood Boils, In My Veins, As Your Icy Command Comes; Take It, In Your Hands, I Am Going Nowhere, Slow Death; You Have Beaten Me, Almost Into Submission, I Could Surrender; Beg For Mercy, Is Your Demand, Go To Fucking Hell; Tides Of Scarlet Innocence, Flood From My Limp Body; Stand Back, I Fall To My Knees, Muscles Fail Me; Here Comes Your Excited, Squeals Of Delight; I Look Deep Inside You, I See Your Twisted Lies; Sorrow, Is My Gift To You, I Will Not Die, Not For You… |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:52 pm | |
| SUICIDE DESIRE
Save Me From This, Cold And Savage Existence; Locked Eternally, In A World Full Of Horror; How Long Can A Scream Last Before It Is Heard; Nothing Will Stop, Those Monsters From Hurting Me; Every Day I Dwell, In Fearful Chaos, Let Me Rest Nightmares My Only Sanctuary, Even They Devour; So Very Many Times, Have I Tried To Hide, Inside Myself; You Tear My Spirit Apart, With Those Dead Eyes; Watch Closely, You Will See Nothing But Sadness; For My Heart Beckons To My God, Only Silence; Do You Not See Me, Am I So Vulgar And Disgusting; Slamming Brutally, Down Upon The Ground, Still Falling; Truth Means Nothing Here, Your Lies So Transparent; Will Anyone Not Look Beyond The Surface, I Am Broken; I Died In The Crib As My Infant Wails Became Silent; Only Pain And Suffering Do I Truly Understand; Smashed And Crushed, Still Not Enough, You want More; Betrayal Of Lost Innocence, Return What Is Mine; Dare You Stand Face To Face With Your Own Sickness; It Is Not Right, The Evil Ways You Put Upon Me; The Silence Of My Deafening Plea, Let Me Die; Always Do You Deny My Wish, Suicide Is Your Desire; Place My Aching Body Upon The Fire, Burn Me Now; My Eyes Are Open Doors To My Soul, Step Inside; Nothing Can Stop Me From Becoming Undone; Breathe Your Rancid Breath In My Face, I Am Dying; Who Will Show Me How To Escape The Death Of Myself; Shout My Name, You Are So Sick, The World Weeps... |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:52 pm | |
| WEAKEN
I Have Waited, I Have Wanted, I Have Needed; Still Do I Dwell Out Here, In This Bitter Icy Cold; Your Words Cut To The Bone, Like A White Hot Razor; The Only Sound, Is My Heartbeat, Pounding In My Head; Where Are You, Do Not Leave Me, Please Rescue Me; I Cannot Take Anymore, I Have So Much Regret, Please; Listen, Can You Not Hear Me, Screaming Your Name; Your Hate, Your Rage, Your Fury, Give It Back To Me; I Never Meant, Those Things I Said, Do Not Leave Me Alone; The Fear, Has Come Flooding Back, Take Care Of Me Now; With All My Might, I Beg And Plead, Hear My Call; Those Dark And Savage Lands, Devour My Soul, I Weaken; Nothing More, Than An Empty Vessel, Without You; Not So Much, For Me To Lose Now, I Am Falling; Place The Final Bid, I Have Come To The End, Of My Road; No Chances Left, For Me To Take, Still, Silent Screaming; Bend Your Will, Twist The Way, Fight For Me; I Cannot Take This Strain, I Am Cracking, Soon Crumbling; So Much, Have I To Lose, Why Will You Not, Answer Me; Do You Want Me, To Bleed For You, I Will, If You Want; I Know, I Took You For Granted, They Told Me, To Ignore You; This Vile, Black Fury, You Have For Me, Is Not, Mine To Own; Break My Bones, Bruise My Flesh, Seer My Eyes For You; In Time, They Will Come To Discover, They Will Not Understand; Beat Me, Until I Am Half Dead, I Love You, All The Deeper; Please Come Back, The Silver Streak, Calls My Name; You Know, You Always Knew, I am The Testament, To Hate… |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:53 pm | |
| Go To Hell
You are a coward, Why can't you see, That I hate you, And all you're trying to be?
I hope you, Die a slow painful death, Then you'll go, To hell and forget...
You're a liar, You're a cheater, You're a sinner, You're stealer, I don't love you, yet you love me, I'll forget you cause you're ugly.
Who do you, Shadow around? Why are you, So god damn profound?
Your worst side, Was my favourite, But it's also Easiest to forget...
You're a liar, You're a cheater, You're a sinner, You're stealer, I don't need you, yet you need me, No one else could ever be me!
I'm sick of, This life of no rest, But there's nowhere, For me to find happiness.
Until you, Leave me to be, Who I want to, And I want to be me...
You're a liar, You're a cheater, You're a sinner, You're stealer, Why can't you just, walk out that door, This is a just a endless damn war...
You're a liar, You're a cheater, You're a sinner, You're stealer, I don't love you, yet you love me, I'll forget you cause you're ugly...
You're a liar, You're a cheater, You're a sinner, You're stealer, I don't need you, yet you need me, No one else could ever be me...
Let me go now, I don't want you, Plead is all that I can now do, If you left now, it'd be all well, So walk out that door and go to hell! |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:53 pm | |
| Hate
I can’t believe you did what you did, You were a coward, you ran and you hid, I hate you for all that you have done, Now give me a reason to lower this gun.
You’ll never be anything to me, But I can’t ever hope to make you see, Your thoughts they pass right through my head, I know you’d love to see me dead.
You are evil and vindictive, Pain is all that you can give, You could care less; as bad as I feel, The wounds you cause will never hear.
But you won’t because it’s true, I am levels beyond you, I’m the king and you’re the jester, President to your corporate investor.
I know that my life means nothing to you, Guess what it means nothing to me too, I could care less what you think, The edge of life and I’m on the brink.
I am defeated you brought me down, Upon my face lies and empty frown, I’m sick of taking this from you, I’m sick of everything you do. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:53 pm | |
| My Disgrace
I wish that I could change the past Change all the stupid mistakes I made Fix things, and make the good things last And change the way this game is played.
But I can’t and I never will be able to Dispite how much I hate it, I know it’s true. And so I have to live each day with myself Hating every card that I’ve been dealt.
I wish that you would just come back Instead of running just like you did A vital part of myself I lack Because you just left and hid
You never knew the truth about me Because I hadn’t the guts to tell you So you never really could see How I really felt about you.
I wish I could see you one more day See you once more smile & once more laugh I wish you weren’t so far away You could sail my sea of despair on a raft.
Day by day I sit here and think about All the things I did wrong and did bad Remembering all those stupid little doubts That you’d be like all the others and just get mad.
Even though, thinking back on it now You were never like them at all You where nice to me, would have allowed Me to at least speak, and at least not fall
And so if I could say just one more word It would simple be to say goodbye So I didn’t find out from something I overheard. And wonder if it was lie.
I punish myself everyday, with the mere thought of your face. Trying to find the words to say. To explain myself, my disgrace.
Disgrace. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sun 05 Aug 2007, 6:53 pm | |
| Ridicule
I wrote this little poem for you to ridicule, My reasoning may be odd but pause before calling me fool, I hope you understand, arrogance is forever there, It matters not what you do; losing it is more than rare.
You are the only fool, within this little space, I wish I could be there to see the look upon your face, I know something about you so listen while I say, Something very special will happen to you today.
I guess I shouldn’t tell you, but then again I might, But every day I think of what I told you on that night, I told you something special, and told you not to tell, But you betrayed my trust and got a one way ticket to hell.
It isn’t very simple, nor is it very hard, As I look at you it seems you’re mentally barred, You will read a poem for you to ridicule, As you read this final line you know you are a fool. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sat 11 Aug 2007, 9:16 am | |
| Damned soul
Damned soul, torn veins, your blood ripples through knife split flesh.
Breathless, endless, you perpetrate the mind that struggles to breathe in the intoxicating liquor.
Damned soul failing repeatedly, you can't be any better than you are.
Damned soul, wheezing as you try to breathe in the oxygen stale in the air as your heartbeat slows; you cursed yourself to this fate. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sat 11 Aug 2007, 9:24 am | |
| Insomniac
Sitting Looking over the rim of the coffee cup Insomnia controlling every thought Numbing emotion like shots of Novocaine Confusion seeping in at the sides
Flashes Spinning round and round A carousel of sombre shadows Wanting to get off the ride, but can't It's Self induced and everlasting
Blankly staring ahead Unidentifiable forms speeding past Head pounding, screaming for sleep Bloodshot eyes begging for closure
The stomach, making that familiar hollow sound Shrinking into a tiny ball Unable to contain more than a morsel The emptiness is excruciating
Why? Why? Thinking back Trying to unleash repressed memories Culpable, Blame Worthy The smashing of bones followed by Screeching of tires, burnt rubber
There will be no sleep Until there is a clean conscience Until those demons are faced and there is a confession
Until then, demons prey and thoughts are black The clock keeps ticking But there is no recollection of time |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Sat 11 Aug 2007, 9:27 am | |
| Eyes
I see those beautiful eyes Down all the years and days As tears always seem to splash on my pillow Causing it to be so cold and sodden Leaving my persona always beat and downtrodden
Those mystical magical stars at night Always seemed so plain When pitted against those eyes
So I die a little more Each second, minute, hour Every living day
Alas I can’t explain what any of this means
To live like this Tormented by a kiss
Unable to escape the reality of being a nobody
So at the age of twenty I fell in love with a pretty gothic girl
To escape the harsh cynical reality of a world with your own broken heart and broken dreams
But she never really felt anything for me
So I as contemplate feelings of regret Wondering who I really want to be
Don’t cry Just Sing a lament for me. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Mon 13 Aug 2007, 9:45 pm | |
| Evocation Of The Dark One
Angel of Death frolicking in plasma impaled betwixt the chasm and the gate whispering death nymphs suffocate my soul crystal city ancient roots sea of blood beneath the pyramid lies the tomb of the skeleton butterfly in melodic decay these flowers must die
Asphyxia beautiful shadow whore who am I to draw lines between the shadow and the light cut me fuck me tear away my throat and love me flood of terror, homicidal be my savior so still and precious Empty creature, I see you Empty creature, I am you
Gift patterns and puzzles enveloped by shadows entomb the nectar shadow keeper lessons deeper skull of jinn bone handled head cutter symbiosis
Nirvana ancient death nymph collect your bones gather your limbs in silent bliss receive this melodic blessing of a dream within a dream |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 17 Aug 2007, 5:57 am | |
| Hymn To Satan
To thee of ALL BEING The FIRST CAUSE immense Of matter and spirit, Of reason and sense Whilst in the full goblet Shall sparkle the wine, So bright the pupil The souls of men shine, Whilst earth still is smiling, And the sun smiles above, And men are exchanging Their sweet words of love, Thrills mystic of Hymen Through high mountains course, And broad plains are heaving With life's fertile force, On thee in verse daring, From tight rein released, On thee I call, Satan, The King of the feast. Away aspersorium, With priest who would bind! Priest, NOT at thy bidding Gets Satan behind. Behold, rust is eating The edge of the blade In the hand of great Michael The faithful displayed. The displumed Archangel Descends to the void, The thunderbolt's frozen Jehovah employed. Faint pallid meteors, Wan stars void of light, Like rain down from heaven Fall angels in flight. In matter aye sleepless Of forces the spring, KING OF PHENOMENA, Of FORMS, Lord and King. Here only LIVES Satan, His power supreme In a dark eye flashes With tremendous gleam, Whether it languidly Retreats and rebels, Or bright and audacious Provokes and compels. In gay blood it sparkles That's pressed from the vine, Whose gift of swift pleasure Shall never decline, Which can to our fleeting Life new strength impart, Which puts off our sorrows, To love gives a Heart. 'Tis thou that inspirest The song that doth rise IN MY BOSOM, O Satan, When that god it defies, On whom guilty pontiffs And cruel kings call; Men's minds thou so shakest As when lightenings fall. Ahriman and Adonis, Astarte, to thee, Canvas, marble and paper All lived and were free When Venus new risen From billowing seas Serenely made happy Ionia's breeze. On Lebanon quivered The trees at thy name, When to gentle Cypria Her risen love came. Thee chorus and dances In joy celebrate, Love pure and virginal To thee dedicate Mid the palm-trees fragrant Of Araby's land, Where whitens the sea-foam On Cyprian strand. What matter if fury Of fierce Nazarene From ritual barbaric Of love-feast obscene Hath set with blest torches The temples on fire, And Argolis' idols Hath hurled in the mire. In cottages lowly A REFUGE dost find, Amid household Lare Folk keep thee in mind. The God and the Lover A woman's warm breast With his ardent spirit Once having possessed, Thou turnest the witch Whom long searching makes pale To lend succor TO NATURE O'er disease to prevail. Thou to the motionless Eye of the alchemist, In sight of the magus Who dares to resist, Beyond the dull cloister Its gates set ajar, Revealest in brightness New heavens afar. In lonely Thebaid The wretched monks hide From thee and THINGS WORLDLY In safety to bide. Ah, doubtful soul standing Where life's roads divide, See, Satan is kindly, Heloise at thy side! In vain with rough sackcloth Thy flesh dost maltreat, From Maro and Flaccus The verse will repeat Betwixt psalms of David; 'Twixt weeping and dirge He causes beside thee Delphic forms to emerge. Amongst those companions Though garbed in black weeds With rosy Lycoris Glycera he leads. But other the phantoms When finer the age, At times he awakens From Livy's full page, When tribunes and consuls And vast crowds that thrill With ardor and passion That sleepless cell fill, He to the Capitol Thy land to set free Of Italic pride dreaming, Oh monk, urges thee. And you, Huss and Wycliffe No fury of flames Could stifle your voices' Prophetic acclaims. Send forth on the breezes Your watch-cry sublime "A new age is dawning, Fulfilled is the time!" Already are trembling Both miter and crown, And cloistered seclusion Rebellion BREAKS DOWN. Then fighting and preaching Under the stola Comes Fra Girolamo Savonarola. The cowl Luther cast off, And freedom he brought: So cast off thy fetters, Be free, human thought! And shine forth resplendent, Encircled with FLAMES, Arise MATTER, Satan The victory claims. A beautiful monster, A terrible birth, Runs over the ocean, Runs over the earth. Volcano like flashes Through dim smoke it lowers, It scales lofty mountains Broad plains it devours. It spans the abysses, In caverns it hides And through the deep cleft ways Invisible glides; Then comes forth undaunted, From coast to coast hies, As from some fierce whirlwind It sends forth its cries. As breath of the whirlwind Spreads out on the vast Expanse, O ye nations Great Satan goes past. From place to place passes Beneficient He On his chariot of fire Untrammeled and free. All hail to thee, Satan! Rebellion, all hail! Hail, power of reason, Avenge and prevail! To thee arise incense And holy vows paid, Thou, Satan, hast vanquished The god by priests made. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 12:12 am | |
| How Could I Ever Be Afraid
How could I be afraid of the darkness when I am so in love with the night and it's vampire master!
The breeze that gently rustles the leaves, whispers thy name.
The cool breeze that caresses my cheek is but the tender touch of thy hand.
The moon above me is as haunting as thy sweet presence, surrounded by clouds not unlike a lover's embrace.
Soft fingers of fog curl up and swirl round my legs and dance upon my lips, like thy kiss.
My shadow caused by soft moonbeams is joined by yours, as they dance upon the moor.
Heather and lavender bending down in their wake, the only thing betraying their presence here. Oh! do, please do!
Come to me tonight, the night is calling and mixes with my own desparate pleas of anguish and longing.
I await thee, as I always have, as centuries of nights blend into eternity. All my soul to thee. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 12:44 am | |
| The Vampire
Lord Lytton, 1858
I found a corpse, with glittering hair,
Of a woman whose face, tho' dead,
The white death in it had left still fair,
Too fair for an earthly bed!
So I loosened each fold of her bright curls roll'd
From forehead to foot in a rush of red gold,
And kissed her lips till her lips were red,
And warm and light on her eyelids white
I breath'd, and pressed unto mine her breast,
Till the blue eyes oped and the breast grew warm,
And this woman, behold! arose up bold,
And lifelike lifting a wilful arm,
With steady feet from the winding sheet
Stepp'd forth to a mutter'd charm.
And now beside me, whatever betide me,
This woman is, night and day.
For she cleaves to me so, that, wherever I go
She is with me the whole of the way.
And her eyes are so bright in the dead of the night,
That they keep me awake with dread;
While my life blood pales in my veins and fails,
Because her red lips are so red
That I fear 'tis my heart she must eat for her food;
And it makes my whole flesh creep
To think she is drinking and draining my blood,
Unawares, if I chance to sleep.
It were better for me, ere I came nigh her, -
This corpse, - ere I looked upon her, -
Had they burn'd my body with penal fire
With a sorcerer's dishonour.
For when the devil has made his lair
In the living eyes of a dear dead woman,
(To bind a man's strength by her golden hair,
And break his heart, if his heart be human),
Is there any penance, or any prayer,
That may save the sinner whose soul he tries
To catch in the curse of the constant stare
Of those heartbreaking bewildering eyes, -
Comfortless, cavernous glowworms that glare
From the gaping grave where a dead hope lies?
It is more than the soul of a man may bear.
For the misery worst of all miseries
Is Desire eternally feeding Despair
On the flesh, or the blood, that forever supplies
Life more than enough to keep fresh in repair
The death ever dying, which yet never dies. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:02 am | |
| Vampyre Moon
A vampyre moon this night..shines hauntingly down on me. Wisps of red clouds dance and sway across it, as if moved by some imagined breeze... Like blood calling me to feed..calling me to you.
The pull is even stronger now, as if every cell, every muscle, every fiber of my being screams your name! Crys, hungers for your most precious gift..your taste Ere now my mouth waters, tasting you, as if some distant memory of your red, warm gift lingers somewhere, leaving it's imprint on my lips.. nay! my soul.
Do you not feel it too this night! You must! So strong is this pull, the heat from your memory makes warm my face and my neck, almost hot to the touch...longing for your lips waiting..begging.
For teeth to pull and pierce and fasten upon me! Your energy, your passion holding me down! Your gift flowing down my neck, down my chest And we lay locked in this eternal, endless embrace, giving and taking from each other. Centuries waver and blend together and melt away. At last I am in your embrace once again . |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:03 am | |
| Rogue Appraisal
There's a new you in every light The mysterious in thought by the firelight The passionate deducing by the candlelight The mission brain work by the moonlight The hunting considerations by the starlight The societal adaption by the sunlight And there
The walking slice of red velvet cake The fires of life wrapped in sweet cream And all the yous of all the lights Combine to find the time that's right To claim this charge of life tonight
I watch On the sidelines I examine in my own delight To be like you *he looks back* I thought you never knew I wanted it too |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:05 am | |
| The Calling
The leaves and moss beneath my boots give way easily to my presence here, only protesting midly with an occasional rustle or snap.
Tis a full moon this night, illuminating the darkness of this night as well as my heart perhaps.Was that you just then, that sudden flash of of moonlight on the forest floor.
Did a moonbeam grace thy pale, gentle face and send it's reflection back dancing to the primal tangle of trees, heavy with their fall burden of colors.Bushes, gnarled and blackened and a deep carpet of of leaves that let thee tread so silently.
And does the forest hold they secret still, encircling this wooded place, like tall, silent guardians. But stillness is my only answer.
The fog settles onto the ground, tiny fingers of pale gray and while, swirl about my feet and raise to envelople me like a lover's embrace.
The air becomes crisp and my breath comes in small puffs and dances with the fog.It flows onto the ground now, like a gentle stream of water.
Surely now, your form will come into view, surely my calling has reached you.I have been waiting my lord, my master, to be reborn yet again.
Have ye yet not awakened..., so that my voice does not stir they soul.If you listen hard enough you shall hear me.
No reply to my whispered questions, the aged woods hold fast their secrets.
A cold wind gusts thru the leaves on the trees, they hiss and rustle..calling your name.Branches creak and moan in reply, seemingly to echo my own moans of longing.
I pull my coat more firmly around my throat, walking further into the forest, into the night. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:06 am | |
| Stolen Art
The star-crossed quill writes of death and dreams, The writer without readers sees every overlooked gleam. The muse is a given and doesn't come with time, It's a chronic flow, and never a forced rhyme. Free verse is saved for the storyline- This Toreador aims for the lyric shine. I'll drain your life for the ink of my ill-fated pen, I'm an equal opportunity drinker of both women and men. I'll draw the scene from your everyday plight, You feel the pain and my words take flight. Just go carry out your usual day, I'll take from you in my unusual way. Your roller coaster world is the food of my soul- I will twist and turn it in my magic mixing bowl. From there I will pour it onto my drafting sheet, Cutting out pieces I don't think are so neat. Your feelings do not matter, it's my masterpiece- It's an interesting concept to say the least. You only knew the vampire as the one with the teeth- Sorry mortals focus on surface, and ignore what's beneath. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:07 am | |
| Darkness As you walk the streets at night, I am always there just out of sight. you sometimes feel me near, footsteps in your mind you hear. I see you stop and stare, wondering just who is there. Deep in the shows of the night you search, but mortal eyes cant see my pearch. A BANG! in the dark, you feel fear in your heart. you flee to the places of sin, Where footsteps are losed in the din. Encased in the croud, you feel safe and proud. Till you notice them all lear, encouraged by the smell of your fear. Thay drag you into the night by your hair, your cloths thay rip and tear. Strangers ignore your cries of distress, you are surrounded by enamies in the darkness. But the darkness is my home, throught it i may freely roam. Thay scream and try to fight, but thay are no match to a child of the night. soothing words i whisper in your ear, till the light of day makes me disapear. i whisper with my last kiss and caress That you are safe always in DARKNESS.. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Fri 24 Aug 2007, 1:09 am | |
| ===Metamorphoses of the Vampire===
Meanwhile,from her red mouth the woman,in husky tones, Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stones And strining her white breasts from their imprisonment Let fall these words,as potent,as a heavy scent; "My lips are moist and yielding,and i know the way To keep the antique demon of remorse at bay All sorrows die upon my bosom,i can make Old man laugh happily as children for my sake For him who sees me naked in my tresses,I Replace the sun,the moon,and all the stars of the sky! Believe,learned sir,i am so deeply skilled That when i wind a lover in my soft arms,and yield My breast like two ripe fruits for his devouring-both Shy and voluptuous,insatiable and loath Upon this bed that groans and sighs luxuriously Even the impotent angels would be damned for me!" When the she had drained me of my marrow,and cold And weak,i turned to give her one more kiss- behold There at my side was nothing but a hideous Putrescent thing,all faceless and exuding pus I closed my eyes and mercifully swooned till day: And when i looked at morning for that beast of prey Who seemed to have replenished her arteries from my own, The wan,disjoined fragments of a skeleton Wagged up and down in a new posture where she had lain; Or an old sigh that creaks upon its bracket,right Mournfully in the wind upon a winter's night. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Heart of Thorns Mon 27 Aug 2007, 2:13 am | |
| Heart of Thorns
In darkness she wept Im my arms she slept In faith we fell Where trust was kept.
I sent her my promise She sent me her dreams. In truth we know Love isn't what it seems.
I gave her a dagger To ward off her foes. In time wounds heal, But the pain still grows
Twisting this dagger She smiles as she waits. The essense of life Fades with my fate.
No better pain Can a man endure Than the laughter she makes As death draws near.
I entered her heart T'was warm and alive. Once caught inside, I felt the touch of her knife.
Blackened with evil, She drained all I was. A souless woman She exists for this cause.
My soul feels cold My lifeless dreams are spent I ask You to forgive her Inspite her intent.
I drift in darkness now. I die by her scorns. A grave I request In her heart of thorns.
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| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Mon 27 Aug 2007, 2:16 am | |
| Dark Cloud of Evil She wants to die and she knows why, there are many black clouds, in her sky.
Multiply they do, each and every day, no matter how many nice words, she has to say.
Emotions so thick it takes up her breath, perhaps this what is simply called death.
Use her they do, to cook and clean, treated with no respect, they are just mean.
Mean as evil who grows like cancer, who was the man who looked like a dancer?
All the correct steps he waltzed to the beat, now she is lost, out on the street.
A street called dead end, with no where to go, visited by her favorite author, Edgar Allen Poe.
The Raven she loved more than a dove, simple and black, like a verbal attack!
Attack her self esteem since she was young, wishing the attacker soon would be hung.
Hung up to stop the abuse she did take, fate stepped in and quiet took stake.
Drugs, booze and porn all he adorned, coming home to him, was like a thunder storm.
Escaping the hell is not what it seems, now she will be lonely, for then it seems.
Move in with what he tells her to, giving up her pets, makes her blue.
Slit cut her throat for she can't take the pain, living without them, will make her insane.
For they are her children but he doesn't care, he loves not his daughters, just an empty, mean stare.
A stare with no tears of no remorse, pain of pure hell, has taken it's course.
Die she does want, so let it be, she is now poor and won't accept charity.
Love she will never have, for evil is here, she is a witch and not a kind dear.
Why else would she suffer since she was one, like is pure pain, it is not fun.
Let her world end, she wants to die, black clouds smother her being, up in the sky. |
| | | Lord Stone Raven The Black Pope
| Subject: Re: Dark Poetry Mon 03 Sep 2007, 3:40 am | |
| Alone Edgar Allen Poe From childhood's hour I havee not been As others were- I have not seen As others saw- I could not bring My passions from a common spring- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow- I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone- And all I lov'd- I lov'd alone- Then- in my childhood- in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still- From the torrent, or the fountain- From the red cliff of the mountain- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by- From the thunder, and the storm- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. |
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