My Poems...

[Albareth]

Bit chaotic, I know... but that's the way I like it. *shrugs*

 

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~ A Call for Valhalla ~

 

Hear my prayer, gods of old,

a warrior's call, soul unsold.

I plead for Valhalla, I plead for death,

life in death, eternal breath.

 

Hear me out, for my sword grows cold,

my banner straight, my heart more old.

Life is passing, frays do not,

the end is nearing, I like it not.

 

Opened have been many mounds,

blood been spilled on battlegrounds.

In battle foes I had to slay,

so in dust my body, at last shall lay.

 

Rise to glory, among gods of old,

my unmarked grave, collecting mold.

In everbright halls, meat eat and mead quaff

in joy with my ancestral squad I shall laugh.

 

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~ Winter Revelation ~

 

Cold, barren. A frozen yell yet to be heard.

Winter is? Life is.

A beautiful frozen rose, beautiful even in death. Is there death?

Is anything? Nothing is, all is.

Joy be our shelter, pride be our bane. Amen.

They say insanity exists.

They speak of all evil except themselves.

Why? For joy is our shelter and ignorance be joy.

Then I wonder. I wake up, breathe the cold winter air.

Maybe it's nothing.

Maybe I'm insane,

maybe they are.

Maybe one day we'll know.

 

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~ Madness in the Dark ~

 

The sun settles down,

I realize it's darkness.

I realize I'm naked

I'm not dead yet.

My feet are in water,

growing ever colder.

 

Colder.

 

My mind races,

through all possible schenarios,

but all light is blue now,

all doors shut,

only one way open.

 

One.

 

It's dark ahead,

darker than darkness,

faint green light illuminates,

what can only be me.

I hate me.

 

Hate.

 

Life seems dull,

it passes in the settling of dust,

it leaves a mark of shadows,

of whispers that stay long after they're gone.

 

Whispers.

 

My mind is numb,

there's no reason to think.

I find only tears never shed,

only dryness that I know never leaves.

 

Never.

 

There is only routine,

I do what I have to,

I keep moving,

I live.

 

Live.

 

In the end, the doors open,

the man tells me I should open up,

open, nothing is ever open.

Why should I open?

 

Open.

 

He whispers,

I hear the whispers,

I hear them still,

years have passed since then.

 

Years.

 

The whispers talked,

they laughed,

they stalked.

They said I was mad.

 

Mad.

 

--- (last one, I promise ;) )

 

~ Society Fantastic ~

 

There it is, true, dark and gentle as I reach my hand into the mist,

life spoke true, it's cool to the touch, it's my relief.

This is where I run to hide, as I slowly watch my wrist,

pouring gentle flows of red, gentle flows of released grief.

 

I love the world, the world is where I live.

I love my friends, they're what I will miss.

I love my family, so much to me did they give.

I love my wife, farewell love, remember our last kiss.

 

My life was beautiful, I had it all,

this is my great nothing, never here shall I fall.

I hated no thing about them, I loved'em all,

the mist is quiet, there is only styx's ever-silent call.

 

I fed you well and housed you,

now I eat not and live in no house.

I gave you love and laughed so true,

now I need never that again rouse.

 

Why, I asked me, why is the stream so clear,

why do I love the velvety red and onwards it cheer,

why I have not and won't ever shed another tear,

why I of death, have no fear.

 

The answer I found within the catacombs of my tale, here above,

the truth lies there, the deep solid black upon my mind,

it is all I know, the problem and the solution thereof,

it is the perfection, that death in life that's my eternal blind.

 

I have become an angel in the dark,

I am now without any true feelings,

I have lost any and all emotional spark,

I am but an eternal hymn of life's dealings.

 

Sometimes Angels die too.

 

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I'm done... >.<

[eternaldarkness]

:stupid: some poetry is far too lame

to some it is just a game

limericks are by far the best

they are better than all the rest

just kidding albareth, no shame :innocent: