DAMNED… a dark poem

Tis naught

But death that persecutes me

Veiled in wispy robes

Cut from boughs of fir

Kindling for my soul

Curtains of eternal darkness

Cascade, ever closing upon me

Silently bending my will

Into a “damned submission”

Subjugating my destiny

Hastened my thoughts

Alas, fleeing down this now dead life

Malleable to condemnation

Beelzebub has dismantled my cross

Nightmare, Dreaming, Fantasy, Fear
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LEGION… a dark poem

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Heavy-laden the storm clouds loom

High above the chaos

Deeper and wider the chasm swells

Like billowing sails of the ships of old

A siren’s song drifts with envy upon the wind

As the hoards prepare to feast

The blood moon drips apparitions of fear

Infiltrating the deepest of shadows

Once every 5000 years the hunter is set free

Mayhem holds the key to destruction

There is nowhere to hide

As even the dark cowers

Legion pierces the silence

WRATH… a dark poem

I lost my way

I lost my mind

Where could it be

I’m out of time

Had I only known

I would have done better

But, now I’m alone

Out in the weather

Storms are pounding

Inside my head

Lightning strikes

I should be dead

Desolation, despair

My companion now

Wounds on my skin

Lost is my Tao

A warning to those

Upon the wrong path

Turn quickly – go home

Or suffer the wrath

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Unfurled… a dark poem

A menagerie of melancholy emotions

Confounds the dreamless state of mind

A whirlwind of images lost at sea

While storm clouds scamper by

Incarcerated within unscalable walls

Hiding away from the world

A conscious that’s broken and can’t be repaired

My demented state – unfurled

Fantasy, Composing, Mystical, Surreal, Dream, Mysticism
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PIGMENTS OF THE SOUL… a poem

I bathe the canvas with heartfelt tears

Colors of dreams born of fears

Heavy, heavy the burden lies

Across the land – across the skies

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Fields of lilies dance in the wind

NO!  Beckon me back with prickly skin

Enhance my vision allow me to see

Brush strokes of what my life could be

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Escape in the art of these fingertips

Lashes upon lashes from evil whips

Screams of passion on the medium pour

Pigments of this soul – settle a score

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Never the light of day will it see

A masterpiece?  It wasn’t meant to be

Mortality of a man who knows

The drapery falls to hide my woes

AZRAEL… a dark poem

Graveyard, Cemetery, Death, Grave, Funeral, Tomb
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Woe, to the eyes that saw me

In the lackluster, deluge

Of yesterday’s dream.

What sayeth thee?

Ye of night vision

And chilled, blackened stares?

Are thee an owl?

Perched high above

And watching for human pray?

Whilst the stars witness

You prowl within the mind

Wreaking havoc upon those

Unwitting, and unwilling souls.

You are the embodiment of screams.

Nightmare flees when

You infest the scene.

You are terror incarnate – Azrael.