She speaks to angels

This is a work in progress.


She:
Breaking through these hardships
though I’d never looked up from the roses
when the darkness reached the silence
and the sorrow in his eyes

I was lost
and lonely
and so cold in there
Forgotten beneath the stars
I took all of his love
And fought it through the night

Embracing all of the madness
So lost was my mind…
Lost
so lost
inside

He:
She speaks to angels
Burns and decays
And flies away…
From her heart
in which sombrous daemons dwell
tearing me from her

© 2016

The crossroads – in the afterlife

Stirring, and whispers
within a burning
Desire summons,
therein, so brewing
for death

The lost, lie as prey
while the lonely stray
though walking in
the light; the crimson deep
her sight
and death to befall them
so it is foretold

Enticing and delighting, yet
defies
The mark withers
from her reach
Desire anew
for the ones who stole;
life deprived
for those who shall steal;
their lives, their fate now sealed
to decide
to crush and smother
suffocate
the evil

The fallen sing
avenged

For her murder:
Promised to another
her death but a dream
from the misery in her
enslavement to come
but before the ring is even placed
to adorn her stolen hand
the blood is spilled as a torrent, and
doomed she is, for her finger is bare, and
doomed to become the creature, the Strigoaicǎ

For their murders:
To come
she will be their voice,
their fists, their swords
when they have none.

© 2016

Beneath the crossroads

And when from the grave,
the birth of everlasting,
the sorrow is no longer
Gentle mists of alabaster
embrace and caress
life anew
For to come undone,
no longer
Transcending the forgotten,
the spires of dread that nest within,
now, light all but withers
Though sugar-wisps strain, striate
and a tear
though happily
Dead among
beneath the crossroads

© 2016

The crossroads – becoming

Wandering, and the reaper sings
vengeance
A dream so desired
A sacrifice
in which to bury the poison
and violent deeds
Becoming

Alone, suffering
Withering and waiting for
the soul to depart
the cold earth to swallow
Deprived so long
of being
Love, no longer
Loved, no longer
Becoming

The calling
where the blood has spilled
and shall spill no more
Into shallow depths
beneath crumbling soil
and sunken stars
The lore speaks
and enslaves one more
to rise into
Becoming

Wronged, the calling tells
Belonging to no one
Bare, a ring forgotten,
the beast is
Becoming

© 2016

Atop the crossroads

Atop the crossroads
and among the humming stars,
where the ticking clock
casts fate
Peace from
grotesque memories,
where the shadows are drawn near,
and wavering light of hope
refuses to dawn
Sin ever-inviting
in the empty sorrow
The words lingering and stained
for the unmolested steel
lured to the flesh

© 2016

A grave fortune

A grave fortune
Lusted by the lonesome
And given to the unworthy
A chance to dream
While death lingers
Lost in searching for those
Vagrant hearts
Tortured by the world

© 2009

I have witnessed the end

I have witnessed the end;
The death of the Heavens
And men fall to the lusts of this Earth
I endured all pains of this world
And inevitably death will take me

© 2010