In a dark and shadowy room I hide
Looking across the dark divide
Between our hearts; unbroken gaze
Navigating this undue maze
Emotions rise, a burst of light
That soon must fall into the night
I cannot phrase what I feel for you
Not with everything youve been through
If only you could read my mind
Then Id never fly so blind
As I do now, my heart torn
Itll never happen, I might as well mourn
Love of the Heart by TheOneTrueProphet, literature
Literature
Love of the Heart
Sometimes the heart; can be so cruel
And yet other times, it makes you a fool
It betrays emotions; best kept away
And forces your eye to reveal the dismay
It pangs for those that cannot be seen
Pulls at your strings, making you mean
It makes you a madman, insane and a fright
Keeps you up worrying into the night
But the feelings, like heaven on earth
Must definitely show part of its worth
There's nothing like a love of the heart
And the feeling that nothing can pull you apart.
Haven't You Heard? by TheOneTrueProphet, literature
Literature
Haven't You Heard?
God is dead, haven't you heard
Left us to rot, the way it's preferred
His unknowing flocks, all led astray
To die on the rocks, their bodies decay
The devil gave up, leading us into sin
We're worse than him, to his chagrin
Hells frozen over, didn't you know
Gone quite extinct, to Lucifers woe.
We haven't the promise of life after death
No place to go once we've lost our breath
And it's because of us, just you and me
You know that it's true, without guarantee.
We ruined our chances of heaven and hell
The melodious bells, the rank sulfur smell
We've driven ourselves so far into guilt
I wonder if heaven can ever be rebuilt?
Lord of the Night by TheOneTrueProphet, literature
Literature
Lord of the Night
He's the unknowing fear, the darkest night
The bride of shadows, the deadliest bite
An undead warrior, king of the damned
Hell's foremost sinner, the devils right hand
He searches for prey, brings utmost fear
Kills those he finds, not shedding a tear
His teeth rip them open, splitting a vein
Spilling their blood without even a stain
Then he goes silently, into the dark
Leaves bodies behind, none with a mark
Of his passage, not a trace can be found
Down into the earth, once more hell-bound
Hell arises into the night
Bringing with it heavens blight
Anger, torment, death and pain
Like a dagger into the brain
Witches coven calls up sin
And they play with devil's kin
A midnight mass, a mini hell
Brings up thoughts of sulfur smell
While the devil laughs upon his throne
As he chews upon a human bone
Watching the foolish mortals play
And his demons hunt their prey
A burning hell in shadows fire
Demonspawn and love's desire
Screaming hordes of unknown souls
Bodies torn and full of holes
Screaming masses make known their plight
Much to an unknown devils delight
Pain and torment go hand in hand
And sinners fail to understand
Their souls are lost, beyond repair
All we can do is utter a prayer
And hope that it reaches God above
A prayer to fly on the wings of a dove.
Life and death are only tools
for gods to use, without no rules
They play and gamble, with our lives
How dare they play, while we survive?
A roll of the dice, an ace in the hole
determines murder, another lost soul
Their callous hands might tip a die
Oops there goes another good guy
Why should we let them play their games?
Why accept fate, go down in flames?
They may be gods, but we are men.
We've got numbers, while they've got 'amen'.
We can overturn the hand of fate
All it takes is the right weight
Fate can only do so much
While it takes you to throw the punch.
Death Awaits . . . by TheOneTrueProphet, literature
Literature
Death Awaits . . .
The Reaper waits, waits for us all
In guise of life, despite our gall
He runs us down, right to the bone
Throws us back, with unearthly moan
He comes soon, on 'morrows eve
Can he be stopped? Do lies decieve?
If only death, could be 'oft killed
Then our souls, 'twould not be so chilled
I see his form, gathered at my door
His spectral face, we all abhor
He beckons kindly, with arm outsretched
Should I go with? Must I be fetched?
I pled for my life, my soul and more
with Death that stood, upon my door
And with the rising, of the sun
I stood with him, his job was done.
The flaming sword
and golden hilt
Cut through a horde
with thin blood spilt
An ancient book
lies lost in time
a land once shook
by things sublime
A shattered past
and a broken lie
a thing so vast
it cannot die
It lies in wait
a broken soul
waits for the date
when hells bells toll
It spreads fatigue
across the land
controls intrigue
with its right hand
The one grows near
who brings demise
within the year
you'll hear his cries
He can defeat
the one who rests
and he will greet
this unwanted guest
Liars and sinners
Run amuck in a world filled with hate
Murderers, thieves
Where have they come from?
Who cares?
Who knows?
They degrade their fellow man
And fill our hearts with hate
But is anyone listening
Does anyone care
Or
Are we as corrupt as them?
Our politicians lie
and say everythings okay
But we lie on the verge
of Armageddon
Our leaders hearts
are as black
as any thieves
And yet......
No one cares
We are the Damned
Agranel Shadowtree, self-appointed wizard of the Shadowtree clan, was absolutely, positively, inexplicably lost. He'd been wandering for nearly a day in this thrice-damned forest, and the ever-lengthening shadows of the trees were giving way to an eerie twilight. This forest was a bad place to be in at night, a fact evident even in its name, No'ere'teshai, which translated to "Bane of Man."
It was a safe enough place during the day, but at night, the worst sort of creatures came out, shadow-wraiths and the ever-damnable shadow pixies. Nothing a seasoned Order Master couldn't handle, but Agranel was far from that. He was an order master o
Beware the gnome
The little man
Beware the man
His clever plan
He plans to meet you
Maybe eat you
And put you in
A frying pan?
His eyes are dark
And full of greed
As he walks
Between the weeds
His feet
They patter
Childish laughter
Echoing in the air
He spits and grumbles
And takes a tumble
Catching rats
And finding bats
He can't find you
Or he'll make you into stew.
In the times of old
when blood ran cold*
men ran from shadows
and hung in gallows*
cast like the illusions of fear
haven was nowhere near*
in the darkest pits of Hell
amidst the sulfur smell*
there was a man
once leader of his clan*
doomed to live and die by fire
atop the burning, rusty spire*
he is born, amidst tragedy
devotee of insanity*
he dies alone, in a silent void
his every dream destroyed*
That was then . . . by TheOneTrueProphet, literature
Literature
That was then . . .
That was then
The song of a bird
The bark of a fox
That was then
The crashing of the waves
The tinkle of a spring
That was then
The echo in a mountain
The whisper of the breeze
That was then
The moan of the branch
The flutter of leaves
That was then
This is now
Poetry is like
Candles on a shelf
It's like
Waves lapping the shore
It's like
The singing of birds
The rustling of leaves
The voice of a choir
Poetry is like
Love; and sadness
It's like
Joy; and hope
It's like
Happiness; and pain
Regret; and fear
Madness; and doubt
Poetry is . . . everything.
A poise-less grace
a faint distaste
Your shining face
is such a waste
You stole my heart
and my soul
and now we part
you've reached your goal
Fun times are done
and death is near
I think you've won
a soiled tear
A wasted life
beats heart long lost
You stab the knife
whatever the cost
The flaming sword
and golden hilt
Cut through a horde
with thin blood spilt
An ancient book
lies lost in time
a land once shook
by things sublime
A shattered past
and a broken lie
a thing so vast
it cannot die
It lies in wait
a broken soul
waits for the date
when hells bells toll
It spreads fatigue
across the land
controls intrigue
with its right hand
The one grows near
who brings demise
within the year
you'll hear his cries
He can defeat
the one who rests
and he will greet
this unwanted guest
Kitsune:
A nine tailed kitsune
1-thousand years born.
Bright staring silver eyes
Look out at the albino morn'.
A wise, old kitsune
Stalking fresh new day.
Watching new translucent stars
As he bows down to pray.
A pensive, red kitsune
Blind and deaf is he.
He needs not his eyes or ears
For with his heart and soul he sees.
~PensiveMoon
A burning hell in shadows fire
Demonspawn and love's desire
Screaming hordes of unknown souls
Bodies torn and full of holes
Screaming masses make known their plight
Much to an unknown devils delight
Pain and torment go hand in hand
And sinners fail to understand
Their souls are lost, beyond repair
All we can do is utter a prayer
And hope that it reaches God above
A prayer to fly on the wings of a dove.
Current Residence: Phoenix, Arizona Favourite genre of music: Punk/alternative rock Favourite photographer: The people NOT taking pictures of me... Operating System: Windows XP Shell of choice: Gil_snapper (FF12, *cough, cough*) Skin of choice: People skins.... Favourite cartoon character: (insert annoying anime character here) Personal Quote: Zomg, I think I just shat myself!
Favourite Visual Artist
Bob Eggleton
Favourite Movies
Employee of the Month!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sugarcult ftw! And MCR's new album, and Taking Back Sunday, for real!
Favourite Writers
Poe
Favourite Games
FFXII (it is, to say the least, omgwtfl33t)
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation 2
Other Interests
Writing, of course, other than that, I'm socially inept, so that means I suck XD
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