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Here are my next 4, enjoy.


Death Dream

I ride in a pitch black hearse
Fading through daylight's gold stream
As black turns my universe
As though in a darkened dream.

'Cross the Styx, Charon bears me.
Looking through the deathly mist
Phantoms and shadows I see
All written on Death's black list.

Was my name next? Have I died?
These are my thoughts born of fear,
Born as though from endless lies
And now the hours seem like years.

Now I view a distant shore
Its dark sand inviting me
Into the lands of ancient lore.
Hades waits for all to see.

Judgment's Gates lie ahead.
Elysium am I bound,
Or the torture I so dread?
I pass Cerberus, the hound.

The Judges I stand before
Their verdict I now await
They step forward, those dead four
But I do not hear my Fate...

Eyes have opened once again,
The Moon shines upon my face.
I look to the love of men,
The Moon, Selene's holy grace.



The Warrior

The Twilit warrior breathes his last
And before his eyes rests his past.
The eldest memories are shown first;
His birth and raising. Childhood mirth.
Second comes the memories of love:
His friends, his first heartbreak, his love.
Third, the war comes into tearfilled view;
The loss of his father... Rage, new.
Military he joins, for revenge
His heart gains an evil blackened tinge.
He kills and kills, til love he does find
And light is awakened in kind.
Fourth, his power rises in its full
And the Twilight feels his great pull.
And then he transcends his mortal fears
Til the seconds, they seem like years.
He alone alters the war's great tides
Till a fateful spear hits his hide.
And now he is breathing his last
While his eyes view his unique past...



The End

Fire! Rage! The End is here!
Here! Now! Draw near! Draw near!
The End is here! It's come at last!
This is the price of all our past!
Sun in the midnight sky!
Noonday blackened with flies!
The End has come! We'll all soon burn!
Before the Earth completes it's turn!
We'll burn! We'll burn in flames!
Hell's Gate opens! None tame!
Here now! Here now! Come near! Come near!
We'll all know fear! The End is here!



New Power

The heart that is dark
Gains power over light
And Time is thus marked
When the man stands to fight.

Few know this old path
Upon which I now tread
Nor of my wrath.
Strong through the life I've led.

Thus my new power's
No longer dark nor light,
It now does flower
From the Golden Twilight.

This I will now weave
Throughout my newest works.
As if through a cieve
I will leave all that hurts.

what am i supposed to say to that?

:O

i really, really, really like your new works, magician!!

dont we all.

And I keep writing more...
But, despite writing all this, the trouble keeps refilling this well of emotions...

wat do you mean?

I write to release all the emotions, yet the problems around G.E.E.K. and its members keep refilling the well I'm trying to empty. Do you see my problem?

Well, anyway, here are the next 2.



Rage
Blood boils, hands shake.
So this is why
My life I don't take.
This is my design...

Three people in one.
Anger flows free.
Blackened light from sun,
Terror they will see...

Risen, the full moon.
Fires burn within.
Beast will awaken soon.
They will know my sin...

Eyes reveal darkness.
Brown turns to black,
Black as the abyss.
And then it attacks...

Crimson blood flows free.
Human again.
Death I now do see,
The price of my sin...



The Hunt
I'm less than human.
Truly a beast.
The month numbered ten.
Awakened for the feast.

Senses are hightened
As I now hunt.
People are frightened,
I laugh as they run.

I smell all their fear
Hear them breathing.
But they cannot hear
My anger seething.

Green grass stained crimson.
Human again
With the rising sun.
This is my dark sin...

Here are the next 2.

Hourglass

View eternity
In a grain of Sand
To live and to see
The shadow of man
We take from the sea,
We rob from the land
Everything we see
We think we command.
If only we'd be
As nature demands...
How would the world be
Had we left our land
Untainted by deeds
Flowing from our hands?


Nameless

The soul is lost,
The sea is tossed,
The world will spin,
And no one wins...

Man has been flawed
And Hell is stalled...
Buried in pins,
These are my sins

Eyes, darkened brown.
Running through town
Blood on my hands,
Do as he demands...

Doors I will pound,
Vanish at sound.
These are My lands,
No one can command.

This is my soul.
Clock always tolls
I now have my fun
In the rising sun.

Rivers still flow
And I now know
People will now run
Gone now is the sun.

Magician, you are a very depressed person, what makes you bleed these wounds I am unsure of, but I can tell you now, that I feel empathy and compassion for you, perhaps I can understand what pain you endure and guess at why, I know why I get depressed. I find your poetry to be moving and true, but it seems that all is in vain, I completely understand in life at times how one can feel abandoned, betrayed, and outcasted, it has happened to many of us, and it angers me that it happens to my friends, such as you. If I had only one wish it would be that the eyes of humanity would truly be opened and all could see for themselves just what kind of horrors have taken place, and what all have committed against eachother, and that we might live in peace and serenity. I pity those who seek to harm others with physical, emotional, and verbal violence. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me: a naive lie told only to children to supposedly "get over themselves" but what the elders do not comprehend is that words hurt more than sticks and stones, and there are some who are not as capable of bouncing back as quickly as others. I hear you all and I know your pain, if you ever feel lost and alone, know that you have a friend in me and may seek my help whatever your situation may be!

Peace, love, and sincerity to you all,


Merlin

Merlin til Erethil wrote:

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me: a naive lie told only to children to supposedly "get over themselves" but what the elders do not comprehend is that words hurt more than sticks and stones, and there are some who are not as capable of bouncing back as quickly as others.

Read my Avitar. "Sticks and stones might break my bones, but words can shatter the soul."
This is the phrase that dictates my life. Without it, I know not where I would be.
I thank you for the support Merlin, and except it gratefully. Perhaps one day, should you prove worthy of my trust, I shall tell of my wounds.

ya right.

It is sad for such a statement to dictate your life, I hope that one day I will hear of your wounds and that you may recover from them if at all possible. My sincerest regards-Merlin.

wow.... that's so touching......

OK, I have 8 new works to post, but only have a copy of one of them on me. I'll post the other 7 when I get the chance.

The Lupine Verses of Rain, Stars, and Moon.
The Lunar Verses of Rain, Stars, and Wolf.
True Nature
These are the seven to come. Here is the one I have on me...

Alone
I walk these streets alone
As I have since then…
But memories of you
Follow me like my shadow…
I miss you, I miss us…
But these streets remain empty…
I remain alone…
Each road holds pain,
Each step a memory.
Yet I keep walking,
Without you, alone.
Why was I so weak?
Why did I let you go?
I live in hope of your return,
But I know that hope is futile.
And so I walk alone…
Alone, as I have been since then…
Alone, as I have been since us…


Oh, and to the Moon: I know I said Wolves don't cry, but one did when he wrote this...

i already know that wolves cry ive seen it or rather read it. and i have just one question, why do you write like that?

I write as I will. Each line with emotion, with care...

Sadness
Sorrow fillls the empty grave,
Now that life has gone.
My soul cannot be saved,
I will never see the dawn...

so is it that dawn will never come?
or that you will not be there to see it?

Pretty much nothing good ever happens.

The dawn will come for all but me...

maybe it will never come.

Your poems are very sad and depressing but I guess there has to be some sad things in the world

http://something44.deviantart.com/art/Wolf-s-Cry-74024744

An artwork I found on Deviantart. I liked it, I hope you do as well.

woah gorgeous picture, and a poem to match.

Lupine Verse of Rain
The Moon cries to cleanse the world.
The Moon cries for those who can’t.
Wolves don’t cry, Wolves can’t cry.
So the Moon sheds her tears for us.
We cherish the falling rain.
The falling rain cleans our souls.
The tears of the Moon are the rain,
The tears that we can’t shed.

Lupine Verse of Stars
The Moon’s daughters shine brightly.
They, the stars, give us our light.
We hunt by the starlight
As much as we hunt by the smell sense.
The stars represent our souls.
The Moon’s daughters, the bright stars…
We love all of the Moon’s daughters,
We love all of the stars.

Lupine Verse of Moon
We howl our love to the Moon.
She is our bride of the night.
Her falling tears clean us
Her shining daughters help us hunt.
We howl our souls to the Moon.
Our ancestors are her guards.
Let us live under her good grace.
We love the silver Moon


Lunar Verse of Rain
My tears are the falling rain.
My tears fall to cleanse the world.
My tears have great meaning.
The tears of those who cannot cry.
I clean the world in darkness
I clean the animal souls.
My teardrops guide the souls below.
Below me rests the world.

Lunar Verse of Stars
Let my daughters shine brightly.
Let the beasts below have light.
Allow the beasts to hunt.
Grant the humans your holy peace.
Let the Wolves’ souls live with us.
All my daughters, the bright stars…
Let my daughters shine forever.
Let all the stars shine bright.

Lunar Verse of Wolves
I love the Wolves when they howl.
They reveal their souls to me.
Their ancestors guard me.
The love my brilliant silver face.
My daughters assist their hunt
My tears clean their bloody fur.
They are under my divine grace.
I love when the Wolves howl.


Broken Memory
A broken memory
A shattered dream
Heart won’t heal
I can’t cry.
Love broken…
My mind torn…
Wait again,
Or look away?
Why me?
Why me?
Choice to make,
Heart to take.
I must choose…


Don't Say Goodbye
Unwilling, I leave.
Do not say goodbye
As I leave your sight.
We will meet once more…

Even if we part,
Our hearts will remain
With one another.
So, don’t say goodbye.

Together, always.
That is my promise.
I will be with you
If only in heart.


True Nature
The still heart beats
Then I gain life,
These cold hands grow warm
And closed eyes open.
Lungs fill with air after years.
Muscles shake off ancient dust.
The sun rises
And my eyes wince.
Mortal under sun
No more having fun
Only on All Hallows Eve
Do I not reclaim my life.
But, if I choose
I will not loose
My fangs and undeath.
I choose a mortal life…
I am a true rarity.
Lord of the Golden Twilight.


Weaver of Words
You wanted a tale
So a tale I did weave.
I gave you a tale
Of a love that did leave.

She left all she loved
In a shadow of fear.
She hates who she loved,
Who she once had held dear.

And sadness he felt.
His heart was filled with pain.
Then anger he felt.
She wouldn’t be his bane.

A Weaver of Words
Was he that had been shunned
So he no used words
Rather than fists or guns.

He will make her feel
The dark pain she had caused,
She would have to feel
All the pain of a loss…


Shadows of Rhyme
Spin the hands of time,
Form the Rhythm and Rhyme.
Ride within the hearse,
Complete the complex verse.
Death is now well known,
Poetry is now shown.
My life has now passed,
My fame has come at last.
Beating heart is stilled,
And now the books are filled.
I’m no longer here,
And my words show my fears.


Leave Me
Messed up, fucked up,
Why don’t you just shut up?!
I’m trapped within
Will someone please just let me out?
I scream, I bleed,
Will these wounds ever heal?
Live in darkness,
Will I ever again see light?
Now do you see?
I’m messed up! I’m fucked up!
Leave me alone!
Shut up! Leave me the Fux alone!


Jarrel
Terror feeds it
Hatred knows
The fury of
A thousand souls.

Bound within,
Sealed in soul,
None may see it,
No one will know.

But it rises
It gains strength
It breaks its chains
And now sees day

Who does it seek?
Who fears it?
They gave it strength
To push me back.

I fall to black
It comes forth
No one can stop
This dark beast now…


How Far?
What would you do
To save a life
The life of one you love?
Would you forget
Your moral code
To save your loved one’s life?
Would anything
Be forgiven
If done virtuously?
Or, would you be
Forever bound
To stand as a witness?
Is there a point
You would not cross
Even if it were required?
If that was true,
What good are you
Under pressure of loss?

I tell you, here and now.
There should be few boundaries
Imposed upon yourself
When life is on the line!


Empty Buildings...
Silence falls
Moonlight waits.
In these halls
No one stays.
Lights are out
People as well.
The from doubt
Rise the “Fell”.
The beasts play,
The beasts sing,
Dance and sway,
Run and swing.
The have fun
While we’re gone.
With the sun
Rise our song.
The beasts hide
And vanish
All ‘till night
We’re banished.
The they dance
And they sing.
Then they prance
And they swing.


Do You Believe?
The music wove its somber song across the lute and lyre
And from the ember’s fading glow steadily rose the fire.
The singer joined in right then, her voice sad and sweet
The audience knew the tune and all took their seats.
The people grew quiet. The world seemed still.
The music flowed through all, staving their will.
The music held all in its thrall.
This for the beginning of Fall.
None dared move, few dared breath.
Animals did not flee.
A dancer joins the sad singer.
All who pass now stop and linger,
If not to see the dance, then to listen,
All beneath the silver moon’s great glisten.
The dancer’s dress, attached at wrists, looks like gold wings,
She moves with other-worldly grace, while other sings.
Dancing angel with golden wings welcomes the day’s first light
And as the music and flames fade, so does the holy night.
The music done,
The song is sung,
Everyone turns to leave.
“But… do you still believe?”



Here's a crap-load of poems that have been stored on my laptop for a while. It's about time I got around to posting them all...

The Tower

Nightmares burn in the midnight hour
Torches light the Falling Tower.
I complete my funeral pyre
All before my life will expire.
Shadows live off life’s fading light
Growing towards a dark endless night.

Forever in endless black ice
Rests my dark frozen paradise.
Nightmares walk this wondrous dreamscape,
I pass by them, unseen by Fate.
Trees with bright ice hanging down
Surround the Falling Tower’s town.

Unremarkable is this town,
This home of man and beast and clown.
Life does thrive in this land of ice.
Many a man, plenty of mice.
And high within Falling Tower
Resides but a single flower.

Lost to Fate, forgotten by Time,
The Falling Tower’s bell now chimes.
Never a more meaningless noise
As that large bell’s sepulchral voice.
The flower, a black Rose, cares not.
She looks out her home without thought.

The Rose rules these desolate lands.
Life and death flow from her young hands.
The Nightmares come forth from her mind
To dwell in this land without time.
The ice flows from her mind as well
Creating this beautiful Hell.

But is this all a passing dream
Flowing through Time’s infinite stream?
Or is it a prayer to Fate
Even though it comes much too late?
Torches light the Falling Tower.
Nightmares burn in the midnight hour.