posted on May, 15 2011 @ 03:45 PM
Ohhh... again, I almost forgot, I'm whimsical today..
I wrote two new poems instantly after creating this thread, here they are:
I actually like these better, or at least the first one - which is kind of a continued version of the first, but more compact, less confusing and more
to the point, it details my first real 'date'(we don't use that expression or even that concept in Sweden, we sort of just linger around each
other- it's good because there's no obligation to pay for a date ) with the girl I like..
The other one, well, it's dark.. my first dark poem I guess.. I realized after writing it, that it's about Planet X and the Apocalypse.. don't ask
why, I don't even know..
Candle lit dinner
Teasing and laughter
You smile, I smile
Melting in union with stars dancing on the ceiling
It's a wonderful feeling
Victory and boldness,
no longer shoulders of coldness
I'll warm you
Take care of you when you feel the need
I'll be there in speed
Laying on persian mats, midnight blue
Like the planetarium, reflecting on our hue
Rays of light creating illusion of flight
With power and might, seemingly false
But really real
It's a delight
A chance for greatness magic and true sight
Jupiter's gift to the Lion
Descended from Kings, a true scion
With Venus in the picture can defeat really exist?
As we dance unknowingly into the mist....
And the 2nd one:
I have to set the tone first,
*Necromancer speaking with a slow raspy(like the rattling of dry bones or like the wind in a graveyard) yet dignified old english accent*
The symbols are in place
To wake the undead from the grave
The Necromancer takes his place at the altar stand
Performing rituals with his hand
He's the damned
The ever living ghoul
The Cosmic Fool
Refraining from the Golden Rule
Portals shifting in cycles like the moon
Supernatural green embers fill the room
Vacant chuches & gargoyles staring at the stars
Watching this ungodly comedy, a heavenly farce
Foolish men yearning for peace
Their mind will never be at ease
This is the tomb
The final resting place
These are the last days
Daemons come to feed on living flesh and doom
Coldness envelops the darkness in the room
Ancient sigils wake to life
With the power of inverted light
Only living for the night
Clawing, scratching at your life
Not even God himself could win this fight
Claws scratching windows while you're trying to sleep
Incantations & whispers,
coming from the deep
Is this what you seek?
Knowledge is entombed
Surrounded by darkness, fear and death
Choose wisely, before you decide to take that final step.....
....head rolling on the floor.....
You? Never to be seen, anymore...
/Dark Eldar Aristocrat Black Hat
I'll probably try writing a poem about all the ATS subjects rolled up into one next.., but don't hold your breath, I'm lazy and unreliable like
that. I'll give it a try when inspiration strikes though.