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Blood and Gold
20:27 Oct 23 2013
Times Read: 444

"Blood and Gold"



Many lusted after gold,its luster and its shine

For simple metal,wars were fought and blood was lost

Yet gold can many things unite,when polished down to fine

powder and set free in a cloud,it will be accessible to most

Through such gold,will ties of friendship grow anew

A bond of blood and gold,the tie of few

Which we may share in this coven

Shrouded in Darkness,protected by the night

Gold tinged with blood giving warm,crimson light

``The Word``
10:20 Oct 22 2013
Times Read: 453




We are but frail Shells,in Need of life

We die,we break,we turn to dust

But words are immortal

They cannot be destroyed by gun or knife

So if we for life eternal lust

In words we must place our trust



Then many years since our passing

We will be living and canvassing

The globe in form of ink and sound

For within the word,the Soul is all around



Words move the maps,change the stage

Words are more than ink upon a page

When dust to dust we will return

The pages of our work will leave

An imprint of us here,so do not mourn

Nightbreed
17:22 Oct 20 2013
Times Read: 462

When Darkness falls upon the City

The lights flutter down to smoldering coals

Emerge the things which are most pretty

Wolves,cats,nightbirds and foals



Emerges also one of substance and of Soul

A being which in shadows spends its days

Which stands forth proudly and tall

Against the simple herd of sheep and their daily Plays

A creature which sees the action`s new effect

A creature of knowledge and respect



Nightbreed we were called once in ancient times

We are those which seek life`s poetry and rhymes

We are the drinkers of knowlege and of reason

The ones who no matter what the season

Run not from darkness,but embrace

Its strange,forever shifting face

Snow
01:13 Oct 20 2013
Times Read: 474

Snow falls on the earth

Dressing it in a fluffy

A coat of diamonds

Thirst
23:16 Oct 19 2013
Times Read: 478

They sit in shadows at a table

Dark wood and lamps surround as like veils

Much like the settings of dinner in a fable

They dine in the shadows of their tales

Yet one cannot sate

The hunger or the thirst

The wine,though of an old and venered date

Drowns the smell of food at first

The other seem to enjoy the meal,do think

But what if you were to drink

From the other cup,from the other`s hand?



Would it still taste as sand?

Or perhaps the wine would be blood

With taste and texture before not tried?

The meat and fruits all taste of mud

Yet if one would take these things and put them to the other`s lips

If on could touch the other`s fingertips

To their tongue and taste their salt,their scent,their skin

Where to begin?

With such a palate laid before one,Stay with you

Any would,softly bite your neck as if it was a golden peach

Run a tongue across your belly,though few

moments would be needed to reach



The lips,red licorice

Dark and Sweet



Then there wouldn`t be a hunger,But still a thirst

For another

The water in the howling desert

The wind inside a fire

The crying soul on a funeral pyre

Raven
19:05 Oct 17 2013
Times Read: 494

In many eras did man wish to fly above the ground

As the birds which circled in the azure sky

Filling the air with their song and Sound

Yet all These dreams,now realized,man saw the lie

Which he had never understood

Though we may fly as birds have done,we are not one with their brood



One bird to me is closer than its kin

The raven,blueish feathers spreading wide

Once a creature of darkness and of sin

It is a masterful companion to have at one`s side

It is in Balance,for it consumes the dead to live

In death it gives so that others thrive



It is the perfect cycle of the world

A being Born of rules and wisdom

Though many foolish stories tell

The Raven means to all well

``The Flute``
16:30 Oct 15 2013
Times Read: 500




In the darkness of a room,shines one pool

of milky light

Within it a single chair stands,a lonely soul

Around dance in delight,the shadows of the weary night

The figure in the chair at last,moves but an inch

It reaches slowly for it`s tool,a beaten flute



Yet sounds it makes so sweetly real

Far better than a violin of reddened Wood

This flute is sad in its Appeal

And even underneath the case`s Hood

The flute still cries in sadness and in Passion

Sweet and soft as is its fashion

Panther
12:06 Oct 03 2013
Times Read: 514

Ghost Panther



I was once a hunter,red in tooth and blue in claw

I lived to feed and drink my fill

Under the heaven`s mighty maw

But then they came,with spades the earth to till

To make their fields,to build their cities



They killed me and took my hide,my claws,all my pretties

But I arose and ghost I am now,not mere flesh

Yet still my feet may tread upon the forest`s neon mesh

I still can spring upon a deer

I still can run as though a shade

Still I am the hunter with no peer

Hear my roar throughout the glade



A ghost,I am and flesh no more

Yet I am more a hunter,free as never before

Dreamwalker
20:13 Oct 02 2013
Times Read: 521

A man with Gold may give much of it away

A man with honor can many a respect pay

A man with knowledge can also teach

A man with faith can to many preach



But if a man has only dreams,through which he walks

Through which his mind now nightly runs

Through which his demon,him now stalks

In which a grinning face speaks in riddles and in puns

What may this man do,to avoid disaster?

Should he find himself a teacher,a master?



Perhaps he Needs but notice that a god

is watching over him and pray

Yet this man will never say his prayers by day

He will mutter,``Sie sind am Leben,Ich bin tod``



He walks as though in dreams he finds

His life forever lived behind closed blinds

Roe
16:29 Oct 01 2013
Times Read: 529

Upon a gilded,whispering stream

A creature pads on cloven feet,water to sip

As an Image in a smoky dream

This creature sips the liquid silver,a drop hangs on its lip

The ears pointed and sharp,lay flat

The legs tense and ready to spring

This creature lays on Gaea`s mat

This beatiful child,around it flowers ring

Its heart now beats,a heady Sound

Its blood now heats and steams

A wolf,a tiger or a hound

Of these only one dreams

Just as a Dreamer is lost

The Roe never Abandons her post