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Do not despair of fading dreams

Do not cling to grains of sand

So fleet are the visions that travel through the mind's eye

And so quickly do the sands slip away from one's grasp



Darkness settles again upon the lands of good and evil

Light and dark raise eyes to the sky

Wait in suspense for the coming of the dawn

For if it arrives we have lived to fight anew



Hold to me fast, for the angel of fate comes

Swiftly on the winds of the night

And we know not who he will take away

Slipping away with the rustling leaves on the darkened winds



And if the sun should endeavor to rise again into the sky

We will take to the lands and continue our unworthy struggle

Scratching away at the dying earth

Until the night our turn comes to slip away silently as if never born



Copyright, Genesis- April 23, 2008

Darkness is the tainted life force

Rotten at the earth’s dark core

Where life stems and burgeons

The darkness lurks and lies in wait



It is born into the souls of a few

Those who are cursed with a life of doom

They know not what drives the darkest passions

Compelled onwards to greatness, yes greatness.



The princes of the modern land

Spread fear and hate among the nations

They cater towards a madness

Borne of time immemorable



Immeasureable is their evil

For the ends always justify the means

Cruelty, annihilation,extinction

All in the name of their mother



For with the world of light

Was born the earth mothers sister

Mother of all that is dark, mother of all who destroy

Spurgeon of destruction, harbinger dark of the ends of the world



Carrying onwards towards night come her children

Fighting the world of blind light

Bringing their brand of justice

Towards the fading of the right



This her legacy, these her children

These her kin, this her inheritance

Darkness within and darkness without

To fight against the blind god of anti-choice



Anarchist is their name

Evil is their pseudonym

The world sees them as devils

Not as the angels of their salvation



In the end of all time, when paradise is opened

A world of greater hell will emerge , claiming to be the heaven

For the ones unjustly calling themselves righteous

Have opened the door to what they thought to be truth



Woe to the world, for the light has prevailed

And the darkness of knowledge and mystery fades

It goes into the night again, unchosen

In the favor of blindness, and unenlightened hope



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a work in progress... a vision, a sight.

When the war of the beasts brings about the world’s end

The goddess descends from the sky

Wings of light and dark spread afar

She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting



Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess

We seek it thus, and take it to the sky

Ripples form on the water’s surface

The wandering soul knows no rest.



There is no hate, only joy

For you are beloved by the goddess

Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds



Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul

Pride is lost

Wings stripped away, the end is nigh



My friend, do you fly away now?

To a world that abhors you and I?

All that awaits you is a somber morrow

No matter where the winds may blow



My friend, your desire

Is the bringer of life, the gift of the goddess



Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return



My friend, the fates are cruel

There are no dreams, no honor remains

The arrow has left the bow of the goddess



My soul, corrupted by vengeance

Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey

In my own salvation

And your eternal slumber



Legend shall speak

Of sacrifice at world’s end

The wind sails over the water’s surface

Quietly, but surely



Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return

To become the dew that quenches the land

To spare the sands, the seas, the skies

I offer thee this silent sacrifice



*From Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core "Loveless"

Hunger of the beast, writhing in my being

Snakelike coils choke my breath

The pounding of a drum resounds hollowly in my ears

Water like sand to my mouth, I thirst for more



That which lies within, forsaken of the gods

Arising with the darkness, clawing and clamoring for control

An irrepressible need rises with the beast

Call of immortality, walk the dark side of night



Huntress on the path of the hunted, sweet flesh and pounding blood

I stalk my lover for that which he gives

He tames the beast with his life

Urgently we move in time



Another pounding matches that in my ears

The transfer of energy begins

A slow ebb and flow spins on wisps of red and blue

Rising to my dying self, restoring it to youth



Give me your life, my love

Let me drink deeply of your soul

Drain yourself of your essence

And surrender to me, your goddess of night



copyright, Genesis April 10, 2008

There is no light without love

Dream-shattered one, whence wilt thou go

The streets are empty anon, and dark

Thy lover hath turned thee away for another



Mud-stained and blood-stained, thy heart torn free

Trampled carelessly on the track of thorns

Glass dashed upon rocks, thy dreams no more

Scorned and disdained be thy name



An angel with broken wings

Cries tears of blood when no water can be shed

The forsaken rise to fight again

Heartless creatures that lust for destruction



Vengeance stricken and poisoned lips

Deliver thy final deathly kiss

To bestow a last wish upon the Devil

That he may lie dead with his new rose bride

My mind burns in dark liquid fire

Dreams, so solid, like reality transpire

Fly on the wings of the eagle above

For the gate lies surely just beyond the last cove



Keyholes have no doors and windows with no glass

Lead onwards to skies so bright everlast

Flowers grow on rock and stone

Forests of green carpets and ceilings like domes



Beasts all speak the language of men

And tell dark secrets in the light of their dens

Whisper to me then and speak to me life

Of angels and demons, of peace and their strife.



From darkness til morning guide me on through

Panther, goddess, and god so true

When morning’s light doth shine in my eyes

I will weep softly and go live the lies



copyright, Genesis April 8, 2008

I searched for my soul upon bitter plains

Cracked rocks, dry land, dead heat

Scarce life traveled with me in my search

All things to see, my soul deserted



In deep forests I traveled seeking my soul

Lush green, underbrush, green canopy sky

Life in abundance hunted with me

All things to see, my soul on the hunt



Depths of ocean I swam to shed light upon my soul

Blackened bottoms, hidden volcanoes, darkness abounds

Creatures of dark shed their light for me

All things to see, my soul a sunken ship



Clear blue sky I flew above the world for my soul

White pillow clouds, clear blue sky above, god of the sun

Birds of prey winged upon the aerials, guiding me ever onwards

All things to see, my soul flew upon the winds



Across the cosmos I searched for my soul

Distant planets, nebulas, black holes

Only stars to see from endless galaxy to endless galaxy

All things to see, my soul at world’s end



copyright, Genesis April 8, 2008

Tomorrow dawns the war of the beasts

Flying to battle upon black wing of fury

Sword drawn, a flashing red blood burns bright

Star of the dark one comes swiftly to the frontline



Challenge met upon fields of blood

Swords clash and resound across the hills

War cries of the dead and dying

Screams of the defiant triumphant ones



Swiftly ever on flies the red star

Higher now into the heavens, face a mask of fury

Unbridled battle born one, prepare for the fight

And all shall fear your presence



Head held high, sword gleaming bright as the sun

The red star flashes, slashes through ranks of fallen

As an axe falls upon a forest in practiced hands

So too does the battlefield lay in swathes of the dead



Come what will, the dark angel is furious

Hungry as a lone wolf upon its prey

Seeking glory and renown of the villain-hero

Fight harder, slashing, burning to ends unknown



Out of the brightened sky comes the war goddess

She has seen her commander in arms

Blinding all with her light, wings rushing

Come to the side of her chosen



The battle is ended as quickly as started

The dark angel turns to his goddess for her blessing

This is his reconciliation, the touch of the goddess’ kiss

This is his final wish



Softly with gentle wings she reaches to the angel

His blood-stained wings of raven folded tight

Dare he to look fully upon her, his salvation

Her touch brushes his cheek like blazing fire to mortal touch



In her gentle light, the angel rises

His blessing complete and spreads his wings once more

Once blood-soaked, now cleaned and iridescent black

His face a fire red mask of emotion



His goddess grants him the wholeness he seeks

At last he has received his salvation

For the goddess blessing is upon him once more

Battle-bred one rises to glory



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Tomorrow is the fight. Goddess grant me your fire and will to gain a winning edge over all.

Golden halos sear the edges of sight.

A half phantom with deadening gaze stares to the west.

Sinking slowly, savoring the fading light.

This, dark one, shall be the last I ever see of angels.

Fire sets in the skies, deepening to embers of red.

A single tear is shed at her beauty.

A moment, forever locked in the passage of time.

Photograph of a vanishing life.

Memory of a life once lived, sinking beneath the surface of the Earth.

Like a ghost ship slipping beneath the waves of the sea.



Farewell, golden sunlight, for no more shall my eyes gaze upon your face.

No more will be the memories of food=laden banquets.

Vanished are the fields of gold, lit by the radiance of you.

Remembrance of a love now lost forever to mortal time.

Hold fast then to the dying of the light of this good day.

Locked in a gaze of unmasked longing.

This is for the memory, that so fast disappears unless otherwise marked.

I hold this fading light in my mind, the eternal reminder of awakening.

Taste of golden sweet honey is the sight I behold.

And the smell of lavender fields on a summery day no more.



Gold halos sink beneath the Earth, leaving a ruddy red ember.

Red as blood, red as the rings of my new sighted eyes.

A memory of strawberries flashes across my tongue.

A taste that is as sweet as this moment.

Bloody kisses on the night of endless passion past.

The feel of warmth and skin upon skin.

Soft velveteen sheets and heavy down covers.

A cold breeze dances in the approaching darkness.

Life ebbs like blood from a mortal wound into afterlife.

As red turns to purple, to deepest black, my Awakening completes.



copyright Genesis, April 4, 2008

It is your day of reckoning, my angel.

This is the day the gods call your name.

We stand upon the precipice of greatness, you and I.

You the one who stole my soul for your gain.

I the dark creature of your creation.

My blackened wings appear like a raven’s only infinitely darker.

The raven’s cruel voice grates as my own.

Your fate is decided, your soul in my very hands.



And now you inquire of me whence came this darkened hatred?

Where did I learn to loathe our god, our ruler?

How did I learn such darkness and when did I anathema turn?

Your questions all answered in the blind stars of fate.

The tale of the Raven now is told.

Upon the doorway, the threshold of your foul lair.

Nevermore, as the word is spoken softly.

Upon the winds of a wingbeat dark in the night.



I have lived in darkness, hatred, and anger.

Soul-rending agony, my freedom was paid for in full.

A thousand wars in a day, a thousand days in a war.

Darkness everlasting, darkness incarnate.

Let there be no more light, for you have stolen it from my mantle evermore.

My friend, you have taken the light of the god in the name of vain glory.

Befouled the name of the sacred for your sake.

And torn the wings of angels with your mighty word, and called this judgement upon your head.



Do you understand Hell, my angel?

If you understood, surely you would not have sent me there.

The darkness tears the soul asunder.

Gentle, loving heart ripped flesh from flesh til naught remains.

A hardened shell, blackened in the fires of the dark one.

Bent on vengeance, driven to bloodlust for hate of the light.

And now we are here, my angel of light.

Your heart and fate in the hands of the devil you created.



Speak your last, pray in vain to the god.

The power of the dark one has taken me.

And even the light prince has given you to me.

Answer now, and bow before the raven of nevermore.

There will be no tomorrows for you, no sunrise upon water.

No rippling of the lake’s surface for no tears will be shed for you.

I come with a sword forged in demon’s fire of hell.

Your life, at an end, at the hands of the darkness you so fear.



copyright, Genesis April 2, 2008

The sun is bright today, my love.

Sky is blue as the blue of your eyes.

The desert heat burns against my face.

It is a reflection of another fire that burns me.



The sky is blue like the skies of home, my love.

Are you waiting there for me?

Are you outside today too, and do you look up now as I do?

Does the sky of home remind you of the blue of my eyes?



The sun has grown colder against my face, my skin.

And the sound of the mortar shells has grown a nearby distance.

Close and far away I hear the voice that says, “stay with me”.

And yet I care not to linger idly long.



For the blue sky above is calling it seems.

The pale shade of your eyes is like a distant welcome home.

I smile at the memory of your happy face.

And the blue of your eyes looking down on that special day.



Is the sky as blue above you today?

And kissed by the golden sun?

I have lingered too long here, my love.

So far from you, a sadness.



I will not last this closing of my eyes.

For what lies afterward is the dark of a night sky.

I fear, my love, that the skies are yours alone.

For I have been called away, far from home, far from you.



Promises cannot be kept, not the one we swore.

And under a foreign blue sky I breathe my last.

And with last breath, I speak of you.

Your name so soft like a cloud.



copyright Genesis, April 1, 2008

Close the shades and dim the lights, my love.

That none will witness the tears of the dove.

She has earned her freedom at last.

But at what price? We all must ask.

She cries in her darkness now, her blood-bright pain.

For the cage door has opened and made her insane.

They crushed her back, and tore off her white wings.

And her eyes have been put out, and her voice no more sings.

We witness her deformation, her dark and cruel fate.

And in horror we stare at her sad, lowered state.

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copyright Genesis, April 2, 2008



This is but a beginning to this poem. It is more of a rough outline or a draft, if you will. Again, my weakest points have to be when it comes down to rhyming in poetry. It is harder than one would think.