Tag Archive for Fantasy

Echoes of Forgotten Song

Bitter silent release washes over the land

bitter silent release grabs you by your hand


Alone by yourself, not alone with yourself

listen to your thoughts and converse with yourself


And speak the distant ocean, and think the river long

Question the ancient forests and listen to their song


You are one with the natural beauty, distant from us all

Play with fairie spirits, when they respond to your call


No human interruption to distract your earthen mother

no human misconceptions to make you stray to any other


Silver trees and pale seas, no questions and no lies

silver trees and pale seas are but a reflection of your eyes


Kindred spirit and mountain king, travel far to hear you sing

Song and tale of mystic knight, using stars as guides through the night


Speak the distant ocean, think the river long

Question the ancient forests, then write your own song

Her Whisper in the Twilight of Armageddon

Thy eyes molest what they can

Thy heart is a harlot with blood on her lips

Midnight chimes, the Devil’s crimes

I grasp her by her hips

Intertwining love patterns in a cemetery at night

Thy love came with pleasure at first bite

Her pulchritude dispelled with flames on her sex

The world ends, the scars mend

Her body burns as she releases her hex

The angels fall one by one o’er the tombs of the damned


She says “I need thy angel to mourn”

“I need a world to be dead in”

And as we vow our love, “God scorns”

I hear her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon

“I need thy blood, and I need thy bruises”

She tosses and turns

In her velvet bedding

“By the morrow I shall be gone”

I heard her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon


Her memories burn flesh off me

Her body laid to rest fortnights ago

The burial gown, six feet beneath the ground

Decaying with my love bled red in the snow

Eternity can’t heal wounds like mine, yet I still have

Eternity to suffer

Ten years, she’s been gone; She’s been gone so long

And not one ounce of love has died

An ember of sex; an ember of pride

I recall every word she ever said, and

I recall her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon.