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Pale soul,
Pale soul,
Take me to a land where I may be made whole,
A land where the sun never sets,
Because it never rises,
A land where lust and greed never recede,
And need not hide behind artificial disguises,
I want to lay my spirit to rest inside a grey place,
Where women can be wanton without disgrace,
Where I can horde the gems and count the silver,
Without the slightest slither of regret,
A land where I can be respected as a dark poet,
Who composes his pieces,
Beneath a firmament of shivering twilight,
Does not the artist retain the right,
To sculpt his creations into the form of the macabre?
Since birth I have done well,
At crafting my soul into a sculpture,
That is neither pure enough to grace the Halls of Heaven,
Nor tainted enough to reside in Hell,
Somewhere there must exist another place,
Pale soul,
Pale soul,
Guide me there posthaste….
--Hymn of the Necromancers
Pale soul,
Take me to a land where I may be made whole,
A land where the sun never sets,
Because it never rises,
A land where lust and greed never recede,
And need not hide behind artificial disguises,
I want to lay my spirit to rest inside a grey place,
Where women can be wanton without disgrace,
Where I can horde the gems and count the silver,
Without the slightest slither of regret,
A land where I can be respected as a dark poet,
Who composes his pieces,
Beneath a firmament of shivering twilight,
Does not the artist retain the right,
To sculpt his creations into the form of the macabre?
Since birth I have done well,
At crafting my soul into a sculpture,
That is neither pure enough to grace the Halls of Heaven,
Nor tainted enough to reside in Hell,
Somewhere there must exist another place,
Pale soul,
Pale soul,
Guide me there posthaste….
--Hymn of the Necromancers
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The Dragon Slayer
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the
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Nightmare
Once upon a torrid Nightmare,
where screams bellow a mute despair
The fondest parts of me parish,
'neath a revolting guise I'll never wear
Darkness excreting a fetid anesthetic,
noxious though it's pull defines kinetic
My every move forced, feels magnetic,
it's not real, behind my eyes, synthetic
Yet I gasp for a breath I can't catch,
guts coiled, on my knees I wretch
Skin drenched in my own sweat,
a need to run from all I can't forget
My legs forbade my only choice,
as I frantically search for my own voice
Reaching for you only to find a decoy,
and I still can't make a single noise
What tragedy leaves me so defiled,
in this odious void o
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Archangels
Beyond all dreams
in the depths of our hearts
a warrior screams
to be awakened from the dark
evil is rising
with lightning in the sky
heroes realizing
they're dead not alive
Eyes full of rage
and eyes full of lust
we walk among you
and take what we must
out of the shadows
the voices are calling
my fury burns
and the heaven's are falling
roar of the winds
and crack of thunder
the nightmares begins
without peaceful slumber
The Dragon's power
in thy sword I wield
in my finest hour
march in the fields
was it a dream?
or was it for real?
we rip through the skies
with our wings of steel
Out of the darkness
all the souls are calling
my love b
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Ever wonder why a necromancer would be foolish enough to choose evil in a world in which Heaven exists? Perhaps they have crafted their own heavens via the use of phylacteries.
Here are some other poems by me:
Suppressed Brilliance - [link]
What Stirs Beneath the Gold - [link]
Curse of the Liar - [link]
Corrupted Garden – [link]
Bathed in Foul Water- [link]
Ode to the Siren- [link]
Talons of the Crow - [link]
Here are some other poems by me:
Suppressed Brilliance - [link]
What Stirs Beneath the Gold - [link]
Curse of the Liar - [link]
Corrupted Garden – [link]
Bathed in Foul Water- [link]
Ode to the Siren- [link]
Talons of the Crow - [link]
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I like this a lot. I enjoyed both the imagery and the subtle social commentary. Truly, the world would be a better place without the superficiality of what is considered "proper."