by the wheel , our fates entwine

A realisation ....
The mirage of love so close it warms the heart ...
All my years cursing this emotion and sickening it to
An abomination of lust and confusion ...
All this shattered the day I saw her ..
Unlike any I had ever seen before , her midnight hair
Flutters in the morning sea breeze ...
She is different ..... unlike the others who force me into battle with lilith herself,
I find myself at peace .. at ease ...
I start to learn to open up to her and pour out my skeletons in the closet
My darkest of past .. yet she remains unafraid ... and helps me through my beaten path
Her hazel tan skin glistening in the mid afternoon heat ... she is beautiful indeed
My hatred towards the world falls ... my defences collapse ... I finf myself longing for more - of her
A sudden enthusiasm to learn more about her life , and for once it seems genuine , even to me
Her voice like evening bells chiming in the cool moon breeze ... the lord and his angels
Agree , she was the one destined for me ...
And as I close my eyes tonight ... my dreams would be filled with thoughts of her and the times we share
till tomorrow's dawn my love ... until the sun breaks over the horizon and we shall be together once more

Love, at war

the myriad of colours has lost its shine ..
all but a murky brown remains...
ever lurking an ever growing ..
the more they fight the stronger it gros..
like an infection it takes control of the warriors mind..
derails him from his task at hand.
his sword in hand feels heavier then ever before.
the darkness looms overhead ..
the infected act not by their own will but by the will of a greater power..
like pawns on a chess piece .. they march blindly ahead ...
the last man stand upon a pile of corpses that once was his brethren ...
brothers in arms ..fell one by one to temptation..
now it is his time to lay down arms and surrender...
for he has found the treasure they all speak of ..
the most renowned , most powerful emotion of them all
he removes his armour and charges towards what he knows to be certain death....
still he must go on ..
his body tells him to stop as does his mind .. but his heart just wont allow that ..
not now...
blessed be his footsteps as he faces his demons .. may he not be distracted from his battles ..
may the knight not fall under the spell of the mooon and may he survive this impending doom..
so the witches say .. so mote it be ....

so mote it be

the darkness expandable .. but I see more then just empty
Darkness in the void .. I see being and spirits of yester years
The jester dead in his rotting gold costume ...
The cards that speak to me and show me to way ...
The divinity surrounds my physical being
The board shall guide me to the truth
Each time I cast I bind my love .. I find myself bound more tightly to her
She of wavy hair and broad smile , the lovers seem to touch on the card itself
The devil bound me by thine chains
But death shalt be fast and swift
The fool over his cliff of doom
And temperance in disarray
The suites make battle
And fate will call
The red strings that pull us all
Deeper and deeper the pentacles guide
As smoke and salt shall smite thy goal
So this spell I giveth to thee to bless thee and make you mine
By the moon the day I cast
Guardians and spirits all amassed
May my spell tale effect on her
Three times as good three times sa bad
So mote it be ....

witheld

Shadows creep in from blackout curtains ...
A raven screeched , circling high above ...
Impatient cultist chanting spells ..
The light of the pure ones dim in the shadows ..
Arrow headache blackened with blood ..
The shroud engulf , the shroud consumes ..
Major arcana cards circling the tarot ...
The tenth swords standing face up on the deck .. defeat
Darkened crimson leak from rotting concise the last survivor hides .. fear
There is no light ... there is no hope ..
The inevitable is upon him..
The card of death flutter into his Window and lands before his feet
His tower will crumble ...
His last stand will be futile ..
Death is not a sick sense of humour ..
A glimpse of the future as the fiery clouds strike down all the non worshippers ..
And himself torn limb from limb .. flesh from bone ..
Pain and hopelessness...
He stands ready to fight ..
Ready to ... die

posers

I have smeared my honour ..
As the golden crown that is my dignity was tarnished that day
I realised nothing was ever to be the same ..
I bled myself and the would cuts deep ...
The honour to call you my brothers ... I have lost ..
The fight with the demons within .. I have lost ..
Given in to temptations ... given in to what I knew was wrong
The horrors I battle in my head each day ...
Your meager earth bound problems mean nothing ...
Your little cries and pleas for good luck ..
What is luck but not a figment of imagination
The truth is our honour was never ours alone ..
It never has been ...
It instead has always been the belonging of those who loved us..
And I foolishly corrupted it ...
Like a blinded general not listening to his troops and charging straight into
Certain death ....
No more voices call out to me .. I am all alone ..
The world start caving in .. and I am at the eye of the vortex
All alone ... all broken...
You write fantasies of a dark post apocalyptic world you do not know or understand
So go ahead and lead your stupid barbie doll lives .. and conform to the communistic regime
For you romanticised the worst feeling of all ..
Helplessness...
A feeling that hangs heavily on my shoulders ..
The truth is hidden within the lines... and you will never see me in the same light again ...

to recite as the coffin closes

A mistake ...
Our namesake ..
The future seems to be ripped away at the very fabric of an emotion gone astray
Taken by surprise
As I open pandora's box ..
Peeking to see It's treasures ,
Needless to say the darkness over took me and I could not shut it in time ..
The ailments rampaged my body
as I was forced to pay literally and metaphorically
For my sins ...
It seemed so wrong and I knew it ...
She was so corrupt and I knew it ...
Like the emotional tilt one experiences after a bad beat in poker
I walked as a soulless body ... I knew not of reason but only of purpose ..
My purpose from that day on changed ...
As an inferno flame burns hay ... the events were irreversible ....
The life I knew had changed ... the truth I thought had escaped me ...
5 times over 10 times to go .. or I shall take my sins and shame to the grave
No one need know .. no one needs to bear my burden ...
So each day as I strive forward I race towards my grave .. but I will die knowing
I lived a good life .. I fought the good fight ...
Pray for me ... as I turn to god in my darkest hours ...
The one thing I regretted in this life thus far ...
"In order to banish lust from oneself ... one must hate it as much as god does "
Pray for me my brothers
Pray for me my friends ....
Keep my secret ...
To the grave may it be told ......

the inevitable must not be prevented

Clouds of turmoil the swirl above me ..
The air choked of the thousands of rotting souls..
The days of glory ended ..
War broke out and missiles flew .. and as the drew
Across the once blue sky .. the earth beneath it died away ..
No one on the ground survived the apocalypse ...
A band of brothers took to the skies .. immortal angels who soon took flight
Lift off the toxic earth and cower the skies in an airship soo high above
Flintlock pistols and naval canons ... white sails on helium balloons ...
Floating above the carcass which once were our lands
Wait the captain stirs as he descends his ship through the crowd
A mysterious movement so fast and agile ... he looks through his crack looking glass
A black raven circling beneath him .....
He descends lower and lower
Little did he know this would be the last he would see of his ship ever again .