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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.
Remove yourself from the past, save the grief you've caused me, at last.
Please go away and save your blabber, it can be mentioned during another case.
I ask you kindly to stab your own throat, for your words mean nothing if said out of place.
Admit your failures, admit your faults, you existence annoys me and I'm through with your soul.
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
Unloved AngelUnloved angel, whom I must say indeed, you look quite ethereal, though you are considered a weed.
A weed with divine power, and the ability to outthink, you can simply make the flowers wilt and shrink.
A weed with truly hypnotic eyes, that glare and pierce the dead who rise.
Creating truths that cannot be lied, how you kill so many who are frightened inside.
Painting stories and crushing all, watch them run, watch them fall.
And here you are, chained to your sins, farewell dear one, rest well within.
Dissect their cancerous minds, warp them and crush them, turn them into lines.
Shred their veins and slice open their eyes, save the blood that runs for further times.
Snip their ligaments, and slaughter their hearts, for their parts are useless and their souls are tart.
Hobbit limerickThere was once a director of the Hobbit
when filming LotR, he used to quite crop it.
The profit is free,
so let's make movies three:
that was the way he now saw it.
The DreamWith respect I would like to channel and redirect,
that from the bottom of my broken and barren soul,
I have now lost all self-control.
Arms outstretched and weightless,
suddenly metamorphosing into wishful wings...
To jet-set and take flight,
flapping fearlessly with the fervour of the somber moonlight.
Time eroded and erased.
A twisted time from within.
Swimming breathlessly through the sugary swept space...
Universe unfolding and colliding in a perfect run of grace.
Jagged journey from the inside looking out.
Spatial gap cannot find the direct route.
Buried too far beneath the treasure trap...
never care to ever look back.
Seek and Find let it in unwind.
Sucked back dripping into the vortex of time.
High above the tree-tops once again,
wings weightlessly swinging.
Air infused portal now back to the beginning.
It has all been said and done before,
when we enter that darkened and shadowy door.
If there is a Question there is an Answer like once before.
The Heart of EarthOn the horizon,
Yet the Moon remains
In the skies of Earth...
Every Man and Beast
Looks through the eyes of surprises
Through rivers and plains
In the Heart of Earth...
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-ready
Swift the horses, stern the Men
Sounds of hooves like thunder rising
Who shall ride homeward again?
Gondor calls in hour of peril
Rohan answers, ever brave
Rohirrim ride, though each man knows
Journey's end may be the grave.
Forth they ride, the Eorlingas
War's horn calls to Rohan's Men
Bravely go they to the battle
Some shall not ride homeward again.
A Tale of Elves and Fairies
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass
MajestyBlack the night that closed around me,
(Now I see!)
When I listened as He promised
Long I waited; still she turned and
Looked on you!
Son of few years, quickly fading:
Shadows steals across the City,
I shall drown both star and candle:
Bring the Night.
See the furnace-glow of crimson?
Hear the roar?
To Doom I have brought completion:
Bloody chaos breaks around me,
I shall find her – she'll forget you:
But your arms are strong as iron,
Have no doubt;
Past the rail meant to save me
I spill out.
Seven times they jagged crush me,
'Til I fall no more but lie here-
Blood-stained rise the walls above me,
As light through deep water darkly:
Ragged, now, my cloak of glory,
Here in silence ends this story:
Here lies dead.
Snow AngelStars are quiet.
They don't say a word.
Snow whispers when it falls.
But so quietly no-one hears.
And like them, I am also quiet.
No-one is listening.
I lay myself down to the frozen ground.
Earth is sleeping.
Having one eye still open waiting for spring.
I have both of my eyes closed, but I am listening.
I hear nothing.
I start moving my hands slowly.
I notice my legs moving too.
Not in sync with my hands.
I made a snow angel. But I don't stand up to look at what I have made.
I keep lying inside the angel.
I am where no-one but the stars can see me.
There I am an angel.
An angel just by myself.
The cold pinches my cheeks but I feel warm.
When I finally stand up and start leaving home step by step it is already dark.
Fairies start lighting up lanterns to the tree branches.
As I am walking home in the deep snow, I have no wings.
As I am walking home in the deep snow, I don't have a beautiful gown on me.
The Mirror Cracked'A blazing wave devours white shore,'
The poets muse on Feanor,
While they should wish him nothing more
Than swiftly falling ash.
In reckless words we forged our fate,
In white-hot script for cracking slate,
Each syllable the world's weight -
But gladly were we crushed.
I saw blood in the soft sea wrack;
Each sea-elf dead a mirror's crack
In our own faces staring back
From all the noble slain.
In Dior's blessed and empty face
I searched for us but found no trace.
The mirror shattered. Only grace
We bear no more stared back.
The waves closed over Elwing's head,
Dissolved the Light that silver bled
Into a face that held no dread;
So different from ourselves.
Not princes now, nor kings, but thieves,
And reckless as the falling leaves,
We take the Jewels and my heart grieves:
For all the world is stained.
For this the final Doom we bear:
In blood spilt red as Nelyo's hair;
The golden Vanyar lying there
Dead, even as our hearts.
The living Light is agony;
A shining, sharp finality:
A leap i
The VanyarFair and golden of lock,
Are the first of the Eldar Kindred;
Of those who set forth to the West,
Their Journey nothing hindered.
Fewest are they of the Firstborn,
But wisest are they in mind.
And as for courage of the heart;
More valiant none can find.
Music and poetry is their joy,
At the foot of the Holy Mountain they dwell.
Favored are they by the King and Queen of the Powers,
Love for them, in their hearts, does swell.
The Lost HomeWelcome to the lost home, where all live inside.
Lost and found, some see you now, some try to hide.
On the walls we keep their secrets, bottled up in jars of mystery.
But now you see us, now you don't, it's all simplistic history.
Come into Room Eleven, where we keep the lost and found.
Walls built of children, see them squirm, they had not one chance, not one single turn.
Will you forgive them, give them time?
Or will you make them ours, maybe even mine?
No, you won't, you'll leave them behind, just like you did when they were yours, not mine.
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