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Indlæg by Malakel the Vanquished on Ons 4 maj 2011 - 0:22

Midnight Poet

- Some poems i thought up while being bored.

Heartache.

In my hours of need,
I've succum to thee.

In days of might,
you were the only one whom filled my being with fright.

I flow underneath the waves of cloud.
in a circle of longing,
I cry and shout.

How many nights must i search for thee?
Cannot thee not see,
what thou were meant to see?

I perish like ashes without thine touch.
My thoughts like a stinging,
never ending thust.

My heart is bleeding from a scary thought:
Maybe to thee my longing matters not?

So in a bed of silk roses and torns,
as I die,
the dying longing reminds me,
why thou allowed me to be born.

Demonic Desire.
- Dedikeret til Lucifer Mort de Sang (Ahngel).

For nights I've carried thou in my arms.
I've trusted thine passion,
I've succum to thine frown.

Upon my greatest moment,
I shall not faulter.
Cause with thou with me,
the world I shall concur.

I'll rip and tear these lands apart,
to remind thou of how little the world could keep us apart.

Like thunder crashing from above,
I'll travel like spirit,
savage and unrestrained.
And in thine dream thou will see a man.

As a witty ghost,
I'll scatter my seeds.
I'll plant one of passion deep within thee.

And thou shall obey my hearts desire,
and thou shall love me before my departure.

For I am no man of body and soul.
I am a monster,
meant to roam and growl.

Thou are beautiful,
gracefull as few.

But as caged bird,
I will keep thou so.

Locked with chain,
and gagged with torns,
forever in agony thou'll moan.

Should thou not succum to me,
nothing but ashes.. thou must be.

Farewell, isn't always Goodbye.
- Thought of Kilia while doing this one.

Forgetting thou is merely a phase
For thine picture will haunt me
And forever amaze.

Remind me of the time,
of which we've burned.

Remind me of what solitude,
with thou departure have returned.

I'll love thou dearly,
I promise thee so.
But if thou'll leave,
then I'll let thee go.

Like a bird in the wind
may thou fly.

Just remember 'farewell',
is not always 'Goodbye'.

-
The End :D!!
Hope yeh enjoyed!!

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Indlæg by Gæst on Ons 4 maj 2011 - 0:36

I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!<3

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Indlæg by Malakel the Vanquished on Ons 4 maj 2011 - 0:38

Thaank Yoou ;D!!<33

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