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RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.

Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,

Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the ancient Book!

I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!

Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!
BirthBirth

I.
  La lune gardienne fantôme immaculée des ombres s'évapore dans le halo gigantesque du soleil levant.

II.
  Les lampadaires sont encore allumés.
  Avec le soleil qui se lève, ça donne
  un air féerique à la seine.

III.
  Les trainées roses caressent l'azur
  comme la trace d'un doigt divin
  et la sirène dans le ciel
  s'efface vers des horizons plus purs
  pour retrouver le cœur
  qui manque à sa poitrine

IV.
  Ca y est, l'enfantement du jour
  est terminé. Les humains pressés
  peuvent aller travailler.
Encroaching TerrorHuckle-hunting crack-backed worms
'neath jeering, leering tangled forms.
Branches breaking, bending, sending
shivers down my mangled spine.

Fine, everything's just fine.
Backward glancing, I see dancing
shadows, shadows that aren't mine.

Time, time ever racing, chasing,
pacing, my footsteps ever hastening;
tasting the seconds as they fade away.

Decay comes quickly, sickly;
stenches, wrenches my groaning gut.
Moaning, roaming through the leaves,
weaves the yearning, burning thing of night.

Sight, I am robbed of sight.
Blinding, something hidden binding,
twining, snaking round my aching useless eyes.

Sighs, the sighs of
Dauntless Marionetteshe is a thunder in the night,
strong and unyielding
but in reality.
her heart is broken glass
waiting to be mended

in her vision, the world is fractured
and she swore to never forgive it
she wept and smiled
loved and lost
then learned to love again

in her lies an unspoken gentleness
to let go of what was lost
to forgive those who have wronged
to continue to believe
when darkness is seemingly endless

in her wavering obedience
lies the desire to be unbound
and for that freedom she will strive
to give in and give it her all

she is strong-willed yet unsure
obedient yet stubborn
motherly in spite of ignorance
tolerant but i
OffrandesMes restes ont menti. Dépouille infertile J'ai pleuré du mensonge. Immense fondement sans valeur. Effondrement des voûtes surplombant le doute. J'ai galvanisé l'horreur dans mes larmes. J'ai ensorcelé l'espoir. Les yeux cousus. La langue tranchée. J'ai vécu un monde. J'ai déçu les armes. Abandonnées. Cachées du ciel. Les coureurs du vide m'ont rattrapé. Affalé. Nonchalant. J'ai capitulé sans lever les yeux. Je suis devenu leur porteur. J'ai incarné le vide. J'ai marché jusqu'au néant. Leur maître. Et l'esclave d'esclave est devenu pitance sans goût.
RevisionBeauty comes
three times over.
Once from the soul,
second from the heart,
third from the mind,
and this we call revision.
Same Old TripI've been walking down the same old road
The stumbling block gets in the way
But this routine isn't something new
It's just a little game I play

I'm quite aware that I'm about to fall
This fact is something I embrace
I'm all dressed up in my dirty clothes
Prepared to go flying with grace

Falling on my face is part of the plan
Life is boring when it's pristine
Instead of being afraid to get dirty
I'd be more worried about staying clean

A stumble here and there adds character
I'm perfect in my imperfection
As a human falling comes naturally
Which is why I chose this direction

I've been walking down this same old road
Knowing I
Golden CandlesWhen the stirring of the tides echo lonely with the flow,
and winter rears his icy head and threatens coming snow,
when the very last of flowers, sadly crumple and decay,
when nights become much darker and longer than the day,
when the stars shine subtly brighter than anything I've seen,
then we'll come to realise - we were living in a dream.
Do Not Be Afraid of the Darkness of NightDo not be afraid of the darkness of night
When briefly lost is the sight of day,
But be aware of the power of light.

Gone is the authority of what is right
When selfish desires define our way, but
Do not be afraid of the darkness of night.

Sometimes our fire does not burn bright
And life feels like a raging bay,
But be aware of the power of light.

When a dove departs on its blameless flight,
Blessed with power of spirit are they.
Do not be afraid of the darkness of night.

For those who are gifted with unhindered sight,
Their souls cry out, their hearts are gay.
Be aware of the power of light.

And you, my dove, on the edge of Wi
Truth...In this haunted palace
The air is rank and foul
Every hanging portrait 
Holds a menacing scowl
Dust a deep grey carpet
The windows thick with mold
Of this brooding evil
A thousand tales are told
Godless and foreboding
This rotting structure stands
Fighting time with venom
Vile stain upon the land 
Trapped within these walls
I've cried so many tears
Born into this horror
Cursed through all my years
No arms ever held me
Fed on the milk of hate
Lonely, lost and fearful
No life beyond these gates
Just one room forbidden
I stand before its door
Here may lie the secret
Of vaguely hinted lore
Slowly turn the handle
Heart beating very fast
Will my disobedience
Cause death to come at last?
The door it creaks and moans
My candle lights the gloom
I see a subtle movement
What presence brings my doom?
Brave, I step towards it
A monstrous, shambling thing
Crawling death and maggots
Of hell its looks do sing
Bile and vomit rising
Yet still I will not flee
Truth alone may free me
This h
Writing On the Water
I write secrets atop the surface of the water
This pond is my journal
The fish within it are my witnesses
They alone know the intents behind each of my words

My finger is a death-ray; silent but efficient
against all my deepest-felt notions of humanity and faith
It swirls out spells without a somatic component to them
Change has come to the shore of this little nook in the woods

I write down my fears on each ripple
They fade into infinity
Becoming none from many
Becoming mythology rather than substance

The sky above my mad errand is fading to night
Stars are trying to peek over my shoulder
The leaves on the wind attempt to tap m
Seeing Red...SEEING RED 
Softest billows flowing
That paint my mind with red
Sacred, wondrous rapture
I find within your bed
Dreams like ribbons drew me
Your window open wide
The sweet perfume of youth
Each called me to your side
Peacefully you slumbered
So innocent and pure
The beast within me rising,
It just could not endure
Your throat warm and pulsing
 Like magic it enticed
My weakness I'll concede
The blood that gives me life
For you I spun a web
A dream of blissful love
In my arms I took you
Touch gentle as a dove
You in rapture moaning
My fangs sliced through your flesh
Crimson joy exploding
As on your life I fed
All to soon you're dying
Life hanging by a thread
But there's no way to stop
Not while I'm seeing red...
HopeA small light in deep dark
Shines silently, a fragile bloom
But stil a strong will within a weak spark
that illuminates the gloom

A small light in dark days
Shines softly and will never fade
Within your heart it grows and always stays
this light, of hope it is made
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers

But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place

Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two

Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
BalanceBalance

Curiosity
Killed a cat; uncertainty
Kills relationships
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NaPoWriMo Day 16 - Pearl of AtlantisUnder the ocean,
keep your pearl for me,
twist bellow the waters,
and fall beneath the sea.

Swirl into your palace,
salt breaks upon the walls.
Slip between the aisles,
where seaweed often forms.

There is no rainstorm,
that will wet the waves down here.
The ocean is our maelstrom;
its waters bright and clear.

Come into the throneroom,
and find your silken seat.
The drowsy turtles,
will hold our secret safe.

Build up your crystal chapel,
to tower into the skies,
up from the water's line
into the seagull's cries.

And when at last they find us,
as they are sure to do,
we'll turn to marble,
and sleep the ages through.
Viper Black - Part 1Mardath smiled benevolently, "Ah Black my boy! Well done, well done!"

Anthracis smiled, and placed the richly jewelled goblet before the abbot, who lifted it lightly between his fat fingers, turning it this way and that, displaying its decadent splendor to best effect beneath the rays of golden light that issued from the casement.

"Very fine workmanship, very fine indeed! Oh Tavar will be most pleased with your devout work dear boy, most pleased! The Abbot's piggy eyes twinkled merrily. "Now Borkum, what praise have you for Tavar tonight? What gift have you brought for me to lay before his splendid feet of polished ivory? Lately your faith
NaPoWriMo Day 15 - Vampiric CatacombWill you drift within our dying tomb,
to find again your faith?
Or fly out to that midnight moon,
a pallid wailing wraith?

Will you drip into that growing gloom,
to drink your fill of blood?
Or cut it down, your vulgar bloom,
to hold my fading bud?

Will you rot within our mourning room,
to dim away from wrath?
Or do you fulfill that winding doom,
to crawl upon your path?
NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow KingCrow King, death surmounts you raven hair,
your sunken eye belies despair.
Summoned to you throne of rocks,
passed your fellows all in flocks,
where brambles rambled,
on that path I walked to seek you...

Crow King,  I am come to bend before your throne,
in this wilderness of souls, your own.
Bring down the bridge that stabs the skies,
wherein there lies the sacred land of muted cries.
Your eyes, cold Hells that bloom and blaze,
let me slip away my days, in the court of velvet night.
Take me in your cloaks and sigh...
sigh my sins away.

Crow King, why keep me from your looming bridge?
The ridge between our worlds must fall,
Keep me in your
NaPoWriMo Day 13I have seen the bird ever flying,
on pallid and flittering wings,
I have heard the doves ever crying
and dined in the court of the kings

I have worn a mantle of silver
and fished in the deepest of seas
I have laid a hand to the quiver,
and climbed the highest of trees.

I have danced in the ocean unending
frothing in crystal and foam
I have seen the heavens transcending
and seek them wherever I roam.

I have seen the wise men aspiring
to ways that are wicked and cruel
I have walked many days ever tiring
and played the part of the fool.

I have seen the rivers come crawling,
as lakes turn to shivers of smog
I have seen many horrors appalling
NaPoWriMo Day 12 Ode to An Unsung MuseDoth thine bassline move me like no other?
Undeniably grime and dirt art grand!
Be still mine broken beat - I discover
Syncopations too sweet to understand.
Triumphant thine cacophonic thunder,
Ever thou blastest midnight-moonlit land.
Pray, reverberate this, mine humble house
STOP. I love thy drop - like a long deadmau5.

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The Moon and Neptune

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With silent grace she shines aloft.
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.

Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.

Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.
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My attempt at capturing the mysterious, mythic, wild and spiritual feel of the sea.


As always, any comments and criticisms are very much welcomed!

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Mood: Wow! ~MoonaBluesky Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I really love your style, you paint so powerful images with some words! I'm so frustrated, I haven't the words in english that your poetry deserves so, I'll use my best friend, google translation, in order to try to express what I think of this : Fluid, it's the first word which came to mind when reading these few verses, the sonorities of the English language and the so well chosen words lull my timpans...

Here the sea is a beautiful lady, mysterious and without ages...I feel in the fantastic atmosphere exuded by this poem the influence of Lovecraft, isn't it?
I couldn't love it more!
(sorry for the mistakes--', I wish I was English...)
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~Somnolent-Droid Nov 6, 2012
Wow, it's so difficult to respond to your comment. It just means so much to me. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

I wasn't thinking of Lovecraft when I wrote it, but as I'm a huge fan of his, it's more than likely his influence came through.

I live near the sea and I think it is the most beautiful and mysterious thing on earth. The sea shows every emotion, and holds so many secrets.

Your English really isn't bad at all. I can only speak English, and I still make mistakes with it!
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Mood: Wow! ~SplitNinja Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
The eerie ocean.
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~Somnolent-Droid Aug 18, 2012
Glad you liked it! :)
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~SplitNinja Aug 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I'm glad I read it.:)
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~Somnolent-Droid Aug 19, 2012
Aw, thanks!
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~SplitNinja Aug 19, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:hug:
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~NotenSMSK Jul 29, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This has a VERY beautiful flow and a wonderful melody to it. I personally do not read such works in depth so I cannot comment on the theme as such but I will say that the first stanza felt a bit obscure. The second and third were fine and I enjoyed the whole poem still. Really impressive style :) Keep it up but next time keep in mind that a reader knows not what is in your mind ;)
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~Somnolent-Droid Jul 30, 2012
Thanks very much for the kind words. Perhaps the meaning of the first stanza wasn't as clear as I'd hoped. It's about the moon, which I personified, shining softly with sleepy stars drifting across her face.

Thanks again.
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~NotenSMSK Jul 30, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Ah I see. you are welcome :)
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