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I'm not much of a poet but you wouldn't know it

Started by Crypt, October 07, 2011, 06:02:45 AM

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Crypt

I wish my computer hadn't fried because I had a lot more that I had written before but this is where I'll throw whatever I do have left:
(Note: None of these are titled unless specified otherwise)
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The heart misguided, the soul misplaced, will you leave without a trace?
Blinded by fear, taken by rage, locked forever in an emotional cage.
Rend the chains from yourself, and let your touch be gentle, and sensual,
Let your tongue be benevolent, benign in nature, yet powerful in stature.
The choice you must make, to remain an animal in cage, an abysmal slave,
Falling forever in darkness, unable to hear, locked inside a world of fear,
Or to break free your bonds, to bring forth a light, that which is unearthly bright,
For those you lead, to follow and heed, forever to be as you that they see.
I leave you this choice, for yours it can only be, what shall you be remembered as?
For all of eternity...
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An abyss darker than the dead of night,
Brought forth by a sense of fear,
A need to fight,
Uncompassed compassion, love, and belonging,
Deaf upon the ears of those the heart has been longing for,
As so it is buried deep,
Deep between the bones and the flesh,
Culprit to the minds unrest,
For the question is where to go, what is the purpose?
But really the unknown to be found is where am I now, what is my purpose?
Falling deeper than ever before,
Twisting, and turning,
Unable to set upright, the questions mulling,
Mulling in the mind, body, and spirit longing to be answered,
Yet falling dead upon deaf ears and uncaring persons,
Inner demons claw for control,
For supremacy of the mind,
Always in turmoil, always unkind,
Ripping and tearing about their business they go,
Until all hope is gone, and the answer unfurls,
Time to remove them, time to let go,
A pistol grips warmth, new bloods fresh glow,
Resolution is met, and unanimously decreed final,
Could it have been altered, none shall know,
Sp it is at an end, an end of this time,
The payment was made for these desecrate times,
The abyss enfolds, and encloses,
Darkness is everything now, even the roses,
Till the end of time, the memories gone now lie,
Of a life once had, that now lays with suicide,
No longer to live on, sewn in the fabric,
Of a fabric so torn, discarded, and wasted,
Never to again be reborn...
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Across the fields the horsemen ride,
Unleashing an unholy battlecry,
Many know they'll die,
In service of Thor they've pledged their lives,
Cold hard steel on their sides,
For their Gods and land do they fight,

Rushing through the fields,
Toward the enemy lines,
Flash of steel, as the enemy cry,
Their day has come,
Thor has claimed their lives,

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Drowned in a sea of blood,
Still on the violent clash did rage,
Death and sweat upon the air,
Fear upon mans brain,

Rushing through the fields,
Toward the enemy lines,
Flash of steel, as the enemy cry,
Their day has come,
Thor has claimed their lives,

The wind is still, the horses heel,
Death and blood stain the field,
Once home to joy, now wars toy,
The horsemen carry on, to heed Thor's call,
Until the day upon which they die,
Until the day which they close their eyes,
To join their God in Valhalla's halls,
Forever to remain.
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