To Where The Road Leads
If you stroll by on a friday evening, You’ll find the park benches empty, The swings with a child or two, Silent, and sitting without speaking. . Around the corner, there’ll be men, And a few women playing chess, Silent and absorbed in their games, In their little club-like den. . Turning away you’ll see … Continue reading
‘Tween The Chambers Of The Heart
I am the everlasting nomad Who reaches out to lost souls Those neither sane nor mad, Whose hearts turn to stones. . I break through their solid walls, I enter their locked homes, I walk in their abandoned halls, I emerge from forgotten tomes. . I am all things good and great, I am all … Continue reading
The Soulbird
It comes flitting on window sill, It’s herald is a cry clear and shrill, Yet it stops it’s shreak on arrival, And perches silent and still. . Then it doth utter but one word, And only one inaudible word, A word I’ve barely heard, That keeps me aware of the bird. . And then it … Continue reading
Rescind The Urge
It rises up as a small quaint stir again, From the deepest recesses of my body, From behind the joy, sorrow and pain, Slowly making its way, till I’m ready. . To succumb to the call once more, As the desire grows, stronger, powerful, Unlike any that came before, All consuming it abounds plentiful. . … Continue reading
An Onyx Inspiration
/Still to be edited š (Inspired by the Raven – E.A.P) One night when I sat thinking, beside me the stars were twinkling, As if to hint they knew of the sorrow that I bore, Of the maiden who caused my sadness, drove me to madness, The one who left me barren, friendless, whom I’d … Continue reading
Time Unwavering
In the beginning there was none, And in the end there shall be none, An ‘tween these two there was all, Of which each has been her thrall. . ‘Tis ’bout the maiden of time I speak, For whether hour, day or week, We all lie within her inescapable grasp, In her cold and binding … Continue reading
Then The Dream Must End
After slipping into sweet undisturbed sleep, Succumbing to its honey-glazed power, There is something that doth run deep, With all that comes out within its hour. . In the form of dreams are these thoughts beheld, In the form of vague shapeless fantasies, In this land neither are morals nor laws upheld, A land where … Continue reading
With Cold Hands
A record of Borgir playing in the background, Thoughts of the apocalypse keep going ’round, Yet there’s something uneasy in the air, Like some vague sense of helpless despair. . Guided by the sinister music of awaiting death, I walk across the length of my room, and breadth, Viewing it with some solemn thoughts of … Continue reading
What Once Was
Hail, hail! TheĀ strength of man, Bring down the hopeless and wan, Feed and rise above them all, Throw off the darkness of the pall! . Celebrate the birth of might anew, Give into those tempting few, Who ask of favour of power, And all those obstinate devour. . In the darkest of night, See with … Continue reading
He Who Wandered
Seeking, seeking, searching, For something he once lost, Searching, searching, scouring, The lands of fire and frost. . On his loyal steed he roams, Earthly end to earthly end, With never crumbling hopes, Of discovery ’round the bend. . Hailing the northern star, As his guide, He roams wide and far, With heavy stride. . … Continue reading
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