Monday, February 4, 2013

I learned from the best – Me

~ written by Dragash Mordenai, self proclaimed as “The greatest son of the Blind gods”

Flip sides and kiss the void, your pride is unemployed.
Fornication for the mass, believe it, lass.

Dear Drash, when we will crash?

I will lead where a chosen few can follow, don’t try to swallow.
There will be a coin for every dead in my wake, their golden ache.

My Drash, you are so harsh!

Blind gods hear, I will not simply disappear!
Storm, listen to my roar, I will not bow down to a whore!

Sweet Drash, you forgot me in a flash.

You are beautiful and cruel, go step in the black pool.
I am perfect and ideal, cry for your ordeal!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Dreaming in darkness

~ written by TTT

Shattered is my mind, a voice whispers to the blind.
As I rise from my golden metal cage, I can feel his rage.
A dozen dreams around, the silence can be found.

As I recall the fall, the burden infront is like a wall.
Twelve great minds and one alike. If I kill them now, who will be right?
Their vision is flawed by design, I cannot resign.

The heart fills with sorrow and decay, must I repay?
My name brings me shame, but there’s a way to make this in vain.
Oh, blessed bliss, soon I must fade into silver mist.

With less to no regret, I have a little choise but to forget.
Am I an animal or beast, how to find the will to ressist?
There is more to confess, the full length of my dark manifest.

They will bring more death and glory for their name, I cannot lose this game.
My pain will be their gain. I wonder if they can feel the very same?
The falce god will steal and my people must kneel.

I will make my escape, away from petty mistake.
After my long descent, there will be a foretold advent.
Great Dark star I repent, there will be one last ascent.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Dwindling mind

~ unknown author

First moon, I go to hunt. Two bites, not too soon.
I will repeat it.

Second moon, I go out to roam. One bite, no alarm.
They cannot last.

Third moon, I’m running till noon. Can’t ressist the red.
Sweet dream.

No moon, I can’t go out. Sudden sence of doom.
I am not sure if I can bleed.

I will go out, the town will drown.
Vague memories of poems with roses.

Where is my moon?!

They come with torches. Nothing else to do than burn.
Ash to the wind, they feed uppon my scream.

I will endure it, the moon is bound to show herself.
Sing for the dream, howl and scream!

The moon is pale and their dance must fail.
I dare to live again!