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The BowThe clock has stuck twelve, my departure is now, I must bid you farewell, it's time for my bow.

My life is a show, the curtains now shredded, the stage collapsed, and the cast beheaded.

The crowd loudly shrieks and roars at my lines, they find them paltry and without "proper rhymes."

They cease to find beauty in my works of art, all their eyes see is a grievous heart.

And as I utter my final words, all falls silent and my soul swiftly bows.

HumansHumans

Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.

They do not care if you happen to die.

Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.

They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.

As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.

A brain that allows them to simply stain.

Stain the planets who were deemed sane.

Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.

The CrowBirthed before the white flames of snow, is a crow of intellect with a darkened glow.

A glow from the shadows, deathly and grey, it dwells within souls of the crow's mindless prey.

Such blood-filled specimens without a clue or a light, they wander the deep oceans without knowledge of fright.

Dimensions of fear drown their pitiful eyes, the crow only watches them from above the black skies.

It scavenges their bodies and devours their hearts, nevermore seeing humanity as it ignores and departs.

The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.

Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.

Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.

And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.

My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.

Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.

Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.

Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.

Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.

But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.

HerTake a glance at timeless years behind, you'll see a trembling creature who had lost her mind.

And witness now, the being you see, one born from the shadows and divinity.

One that is stronger, reborn into wrath, all will suffer who stand fierce in her path.

Given to her the blessing of death, she will conjure thunderstorms within a single hairs breadth.

Passing judgement to those in need, in her years of deliverance she will highly succeed.

Ending all with these few simple words, "You were seen, but always unheard."

To Beseech the Fallen StainTo Beseech the Fallen

Once upon a hundred years, the banished gather to recite the tears.

Such hymns of agony and foolish reign, their voices beseech the fallen stain.

Lament is thrust against its face, the stain pleads not to suffer the brace.

All those who perished for its desired needs, rise forth and against to annihilate the seeds.

One by one the seeds implode, their souls are frail, they cannot take the road.

And here at last the stain slips away, never seeing again the night of day.

WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.

We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.

Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.

Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.

Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.

Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.

Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.

Her Crystalline EyesHer crystalline eyes in the blood-lit moonlight, spread such and fear to all.

Their silver-blue sheen entrances many, it shadows the stolen, until they fall.

Countless slaves born from her captivation, none dare to object thus her eyes foresee.

You seem to love her, you pitiful moron, why hast thou left a beauty like me?

The Maiden of MorbidityAshen hair woven by shadows, pure white skin born from blood, the maiden of morbidity has at last awakened from the Hellish pits of forgotten mud.

Her grace shall dance along with the wind, stealing the breaths from those who have sinned.

Binding their intestines within their throats, leaving them to drown within the moats.

Such chaos shall reign upon the fools, stripping them of intelligence and "honest rules."

And once her job is at last complete, she shall dine upon fresh human meat.

UsCursed upon our tattered souls, is a melting bell that never tolls.

Thrust forth into the streets of madness, our mothers deceived us, for they gambled with sadness.

Such purity that once was has morphed into dust; betrayed, deformed, and abandoned trust.

Unseen by clear eyes our beings fought by, preventing the restless from entering the sky.

Alas, here we lie under stones of dead souls, with our books in our hands as the melting bell tolls.

The Moonlit RiverDown the moonlit river, I sail with my soul alone.

The glimmering water dances across my paddle, it sings to me songs of the unknown.

Ten shimmering fish swim by, their fins forged of gems and jewels from the night sky.

Silver trees on either side, their ethereal leaves whisper and glide.

Glistening waterfalls ripple into place, across my canoe their translucent lines trace.

Forevermore I shall sail this stream, never will I awaken from this ethereal dream.

MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.

They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.

So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.

Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.

Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."

ForgottenForgotten

I do not see you, have you left me behind?

Did something more spectacular enthrall your mind?

It seems that way, for I am not blind, you've left me here to rot and bind.

To lurk in the shadows and be caught in the rains, you've left me to burden all of your pains.

Forgotten I'll be, trapped in the dark, but that's alright for my soul is stark.

The GirlBirthed by two rains, one fresh, and one cold, the youngling was discovered by the watch of the old.

A prodigy she was, with her clear-rounded eyes, she viewed souls as gems without shades of wise.

After comprehending such hopelessness and foolishness within all, her soul inflamed and compelled them to fall.

One by one they tumbled down, their pleads unheard for they were without a sound.

Their flesh melted quickly and their souls vanished fast, there was nevermore a sound coming from them, at last.

And once the suffering and screams finally ceased, the girl disappeared for now all was at peace.

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by =PlethoraFantastique, Feb 12, 2013, 1:29:06 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

Beneath twisted vines of exceptional lies, exists a simplistic immortal who dares not speak.

Her covered eyes release an echo, one that frightens and silences the weak.

And why dost thou hide from her in the clouds, is it to bypass her howls and shrieks?

Is your fear that condensed, must you avoid her being, or are you simply one of the weak?

It does not matter, not anymore, for her immortality is dominance; thou art no more.