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[Jecks]

Ah, gotcha. Very cool.

[Fiernocht]

A darkened god, a beast of man

A scourge of the abandoned land

will arise with a wrathful plan

to lay waste to all with a merciless hand

Scattered showers in perfect rain

Give all to those of belligerence, pain

And on the night where cool light stains

Dance of smiles play then wane

And on this day you can mark

The spite, insignificance will spark

So on your grave he will dance in vice

of abyssal delusions, expeled forth thrice

To speak this truth, lips will purse

almost in disgust, as a curse

And his lies will spread and fall to earth

Scarce will be your own selfworth

[Fiernocht]

The Agony Rose

I twist the barbed wire around my arm
another turn, I feel the bite.
a distant calling, a past feeling
blood trickles down.


This desecration of your temple
This sacreligous art form
My fingers do not feel
The crimson forms petals
the steel forms a stem
for my veiled one
I give a bloom
The agony rose.


crawling in the shadow
Peace Never shall I find
a distant memory
standing alone

sacred wounds never heal
a single gift
breath escapes my lips
first we dream and then we die.

This desecration of your temple
This sacreligous art form
My fingers do not feel
The crimson forms petals
the steel forms a stem
for my veiled one
I give a bloom
The agony rose.

[Fiernocht]

When they've taken all away
and your heart stops...
look into my eyes.
look deep and feel uncomfortable.
the numbness grows..
a ringing of the ears,
expand the sensation.
Take the water
bathe your face in fire
let the holy pain transform you.
just take the water
this sacremental embrace
forges you anew

[Fiernocht]

In the spirit of halloween I bring to you
The Raven- by E. A. Poe



Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
Merely this, and nothing more,'

Out into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open wide I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of arice just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Soon that ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering on the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on this Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have gone before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed by an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Once more, on the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert isle enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven streched above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest of the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Now the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of arice just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Will be lifted - nevermore!

[anarchy]

i love this one thanks fier

[Melkor]

Beauty

Snowflakes softly falling on a bright winter day
Evergreen tress, laden heavy with snow
An untouched blanket of white covers the ground
Sun reflecting like diamonds off the fallen snow
…beauty

A spring garden of roses and wildflowers in the morning
Sun still low in the sky, sweet smells of morning in the air
Droplets of beaded dew cling to the flowers
Life at it’s purest; a couple sit and enjoy the garden
Enjoying the morning, enjoying life, loving each other
…beauty

A little girl in a flowered sundress
Her parents are showing her the world, and all its delights
She smiles and points and laughs, excited to be alive, happy to learn
Her parent’s smile with joy in their hearts at the life they’ve created,
At the love they share
…beauty

[Fiernocht]

nice one melkor! I dig it.

[Cygnus]

Richness

When does one become truly rich,
When you have more gold than most?
Does it happen when your material things,
affords you opportunity to boast?

Perhaps the valuables that get you there,
Are not the materialistic kind;
But those treasures that one keeps,
Locked in the memories of your mind.

For me, I think our riches lies,
For those who do their part;
To find a way, to steal away,
That special place in our heart.

[Fiernocht]

I (Self)

I am loathed by all who love

And I loath all who love

I will never rise above

Those who put me below

Pain, I am pain
a disgrace to those that are beautiful
Suffering, I am suffering
lost amongst the souls of the dead
Hope, I am without hope
destined to become nothing

I am loathed by all who love

And I love all who loathe

I will never rise above

Those who put me below

Disgust, I am vile
face of s*** and body of bile
Mound of maggots and full of hate
I will destroy the human race.

I am loathed by all who love

And I love all who loathe

I will CUT straight through

Those that put me below.

[Fiernocht]

The only one of my poems turned into a song, no recording available atm.

Shattered Glass Symphony

with this painted face and
cruel smile... come sit and listen for a while
I will spin a tale of visions in blood
Kings and queens Reign in lust

Dare you tread upon the path To my altar?
Black is the heart and empty is the soul
down... farther down... you will go

Look..
Hear the cacaophony
the orchestral rending of my dreams
you call the beast from within
Suffer the visions that you see
in this symphony of shattered glass and gritting teeth

Hot steel burns, the soothing of crimson, a river runs down
the white flesh, A glint and it seperates. I feel alive again
The rapture of the razor is what I lust for
My void calls unto you. I scream in silence
Hear the choir in the darkness.
My Legion. We Lust.. we Live. We burn
we rise again.
we rise.

Hear the cacaophony
the orchestral rending of my dreams
you call the beast from within
Suffer the visions that you see
in this symphony of shattered glass and gritting teeth


Into this world Spat forth from the loins of a whore
I am the new messiah for all to abhorr
scoffed and torn I love the torture I love the pain

[Fiernocht]

You pace.. So cold in the eerie decadence of that which is dead.
I wait in the shadows of decay.
Blinded by the glimmer in your eyes
so mesmerized that they fell to earth on a cloud of lies
As trees go up in flame You froze the waters with your name.
Ice breaks Earth shakes cataclysmic pyres spot this place ...
and with thee I ascend to grace.
without your hate of these things all this would be a waste
open your gate of fangs
I long to embrace thy taste you stole...
my heart so black that ravens look the purest of white
apocolyptic rain burns all the trees away
necromantic kingdom wasted and decayed
you shall reign as queen again today
and by your side your seraph will lay
eyes so lust filled I cannot fight
join togeather dark and light
sweet succubus so rapacious
grasp me with thy wings so immaculate and pure
through the burning heavens I'll ensure
in your embrace all is bliss
Pleasure me with thy sacred kiss
Is love made of such?
I yearn for thy burning touch
put your lips to mine to taste the taste of frozen wine
I am your god of stained glass misanthropy
send forth lycanthropy end all catastrophy
and rule my kingdom with this tainted philanthropy ...


for a certain someone. they know who they are.

[Fiernocht]

Kunst ist krieg, art is war.
Search your soul for something more.
Prepare for battle, magik will be the key.
set your heart soaring for an eternal victory.
Unlock the old secrets we keep
avoid endless sleep
this sacred knowledge you seek
I shall create as I speak

[Fiernocht]

Awakened in the darkened tomb
Silence abound
You find no solace in the solemn gloom
Shivers run down your spine like drops of crimson dew
no memory
Your heart beat like the rhythm of a tribal beat
You fear your end is near, too.
'Lo a light breaks from the east, casting a luminous glare
your breath escapes, a flash of fangs bared.
searing is the pain, but you cannot fight.
laid down to the ground, this is your final night.

[Fiernocht]

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