Cracks appear over a vermillion egg
Intense heat radiates from its deep fissures
With a high chirp the creature is born
Among the heated gravel, ember and thorn
The beast quickly takes wing with a blaze of glory
Raining upon humanity her incandescent fury
Setting ablaze all that man has foolishly created
One life inadequate to keep her anger sated.
The aviatrix ruffles her aged crimson feathers
To this mortal world she has no meaningful tether
We have failed her in this lifetime, once again repulsed
In a burst of iridescent flames she is engulfed
Brilliant fire surrounds her scarlet frame
As she crumbles into ash, wings aflame
From the cinder she will once more be reborn
To continue this cycle of fanatical scorn.
Tag Archives: Dark
Hazed
School is supposed to be fun they say,
Yet I just spend time trying to keep my tormentors at bay.
Always fearing the bullies around the corner,
Preying on those they deem a ‘Loner’.
Passing through hallways trying to be a ghost,
Not to invoke the anger of those who boast,
About the pain and anguish they cause,
Not once do they think for a minute, pause.
Kicking and screaming I’m dragged to hell,
Always subjected to the same torturous cell.
While others tremble for their mundane beliefs,
I fear the children you see playing under the trees.
They corner me in class, boisterous laugh,
Hoping to be saved by a winged seraph.
Can’t be brave anymore, waiting to be set loose,
Maybe I should heed the dark calling of the noose.
The Painted Lady
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Ripples of color in every hue,
Temptress drags you in with baby blue.
Further and further into her swirl of paint,
Notice how there is no white, gown of the saint.
Shades of red, yellow and green,
Morphing into a tone that can only be a dream.
Constantly enchanted by the rainbows in her possession,
Until she finally bathes you in fiery crimson.
Basic knowledge of swirling dyes is what you lack,
Maybe then you would know that all hues together give black.
Wildfire
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Emerald flames rise and consume,
Corpses of the lost shall be exhumed.
Finally everything will be reduced to ash,
And the world will implode in a green flash.
Embers from below constantly grow,
Not a soul can understand how to stop the flow.
Could this heat be not of physical form,
Started from a tormented emotional storm.
Lightning of grief, thunder of sorrow
Rains of sadness fall like theres no tomorrow.
The eternal wildfire will not be expelled,
Until the monster inside is quelled.
Genezens
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Healers of the body, mechanics of the mind,
To the mundane lives of their subjects they bind.
Despite clashing personal interests they toil,
Fires of guilt burn away their mortal coil.
Knowledge though vast not every life can be saved,
Try as they might, to the ground they will be razed.
Even if one survives by a Medics ways
In the end it shall be the Divine who is praised.
The Wooden King
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Crown of moss upon an oaken head,
Streaks of starlight woven in a thread.
Darkness engulfs his city of thieves,
Soon he too shall bear blood red leaves.
Like an age old elm tree, roots he shall sprout,
Turned into a mighty tree preserved even from drought.
The Wooden King shall pay for his ghastly sins,
For in the end Karma always wins.
Possession
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Whispers in the dark, plagued by ghouls,
Demonic creatures tether his weakened soul.
Strength waning must give in to the night,
Fading away in to the sinful blight.
Resolve once mighty to evade Satan’s calling,
But soon angels shall watch his inevitable falling.
In to the pitch black crevices of hell,
Where the abominations of lore dwell.
Dire circumstances are given the blame,
For his ultimate descent into the flame.
Heated arguments, feign happiness to deceive,
Force him to seek a demons reprieve.
One more glorious spirit condemned to agony,
In the eyes of heaven nothing but blasphemy.
He failed everyone by joining evils incarnation.
Or have we, by pushing him towards unholy immolation.
Hysteria
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Panic induced confusion,
Head spinning, life in motion.
Legs moving as fast as possible,
Footsteps approaching, screams inaudible.
Death catches up, bound and gagged,
Stabbed in the heart, away I am dragged.
Hidden away in the bowels of the earth,
Rotting in a closet awaiting rebirth.
Hoping someday for my remains to be discovered,
So finally irrevocable justice may be delivered.
The Indigo Spell
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Intricately woven on sunlit trees,
Dancing on the backs of a lonely breeze.
Mesmerizing; this petalled enchantress,
Kiss of Death, Indigo temptress.
For a glance may not harm or kill its admirer,
But a single touch will render it a violet terror.
Cherish it from afar to elude its lilac blade,
Looks can be deceiving, deadly Nightshade.
Exposed
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Adorn the mask, hide your flesh,
This is the night, put on your dress.
Long flowing gowns of colors unlimited,
Dabbed with uncanny smears of scarlet.
A day to live as the monstrosities in the world,
Time to be one of the ghouls, terrors unfurled.
Roam about door after door, demanding candied sweets,
Maybe to appease the monster under the sheets.
Not the fabric that makes one horrifying and forlorn,
But the monster hidden underneath the layers of flesh and bone.
Halloween is a night different from the rest,
For we accept our roles as creatures, infest.
While the rest of the year we are truly human,
Masks of false pretense, veiling what is truly inhuman.
Northern Nevermore 