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Beleth's Golden Spear
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1.So while the angels spread their wing, the demons shall their dark song sing. I shall stand between them both and watch them fight, watch them claw each other and bite, simply to dominate the everlasting light. And after they have all died away, heavens toll to hell shall finally be paid. So they have all died and I shall remain, unharmed and yet still the same. As the ages slowly fly by, I shall stand while life waves goodbye. My time slowly comes, and so begins the beating of the great flaming drums.
2.And so when my pen meets paper I know, exactly that which I wish for my words to show. If I wish then I can bring about destruction, havoc and death, if I wish I can draw a hero’s last breath. But contrary to such misery, I can end the agony. I can build a castle for a king, I can make a phoenix who on the brim of the world will sing. I can build my own new world where I am lord, or I can become a soldier with my paper as my shield and my pen as my sword.
3.The pain of existence long ago shattered my mind, Leaving me void, unhearing and blind.
Like a flower I wither away, no longer in my own hands do I sway.
Oh how this pain through my head sears, until I am past even tears.
The world holds my soul in a scale, I can see myself through another set of eyes and already I know I have failed.
Howsoever did this come to be, perchance I have let agony overcome me?
The past haunts me like a ghost, while the future ties me to a post.
No one left to cut my leash and set me free, while I am a slave to my engulfing misery.
The hypnotic flow of life as it passes by, draws me in with it’s earnest lies.
It so cruelly reels me into this empty zone, where emotion ceases to exist and everyone speaks in monotone.
Where have I wandered to where life is so easily towed?
Where the dead and living walk together, to and fro.
Serpentine is it’s gaze, eyeing my soul for a weak phase.
And so the hunt begins for my heart, with the darkness uttering "till death do we part"
4.How so strongly I sit feigning death, wishing for fate to swiftly take my breath. Such a beautiful flame which breaks me, something for which the world has waited so long to see. Havoc is wreaked atop the mountain’s peak, seven sides of evil their minds so profanely speak. They ensnare me within their trap, seeking for my weak yet strong mind to snap. No simple thought am I able to fathom from this hole, which in it holds my dark charred soul....
5Such a cold and lonely world which I call my abode, one in which I am cast down as a toad. Such vermin runs about to filthy the streets, while I weep in my dungeon waiting for sleep. I hope by day, and by night to myself I say: Hope will come, just in your place stay. Apart from the patch of sunlight, the drip of water while with the filth it fights. My mind ran amok, even by rodents I would be mocked...
Until one day she came, while like honey in my heart sticks her name. A great wave of fierce emotion that rages, fueled by the power of a thousand bards and sages. Oh woe, pity me. I be a weak hearted person never to find love, never to be. Yet ‘ere she came and brought me a whole new world, one in which I am the great lord. Yet when I ask for her hand in turn, her words still make my stomach churn. Like a sword which slices me in half, as gruesome as the murder of an innocent calf. I sit here known as the soulless king, one who can hear the bells of death toll, chime and ring...
6. I see darkness everywhere I go, all I hear from everyone is“No, No, No”.Keep me away from the past, because everything is worse when I look at it in retrospect. When did all this happen to me, No matter how hard I try I just cant see. Trying to erase my memories, it’s like ripping a pages out of invisible diaries. The bad times are gone, completely done. Now begins in my life the worst, Now I’m last but one day I’ll be first.
7. To no family do I belong, alone I shall sing my ice cold song. The phoenix will tear at my ice cold words, as if attacked by frosted steel swords. Alone I weave my star woven shroud, laying aside my bright cloak I am no longer proud. Nowhere in this world do I find my spot, in a crowd of millions I feel like a tiny dark dot...
Um, I know some of these poems here seem all dark and gloomy lol, but I'm not a dark or gloomy person heehee. Im a childish person who never wants to grow up, but i have the skill of writing and I go crazy with it sometimes lol, but I just write poems like this when i'm bored
Hey Steely McBeam, poetry is a form of emotional expression, and I can write whatever I want to. Why don't you write something better than my poems if you think I'm so terrible at poetry?
oh, and KK, I'm not using big words, this is my normal vocabulary. And if you really were a pro writer, you would be encouraging me to sharpen my skills and get better, not telling me I have no talent. You're a jealous hater is all
2.And so when my pen meets paper I know, exactly that which I wish for my words to show. If I wish then I can bring about destruction, havoc and death, if I wish I can draw a hero’s last breath. But contrary to such misery, I can end the agony. I can build a castle for a king, I can make a phoenix who on the brim of the world will sing. I can build my own new world where I am lord, or I can become a soldier with my paper as my shield and my pen as my sword.
3.The pain of existence long ago shattered my mind, Leaving me void, unhearing and blind.
Like a flower I wither away, no longer in my own hands do I sway.
Oh how this pain through my head sears, until I am past even tears.
The world holds my soul in a scale, I can see myself through another set of eyes and already I know I have failed.
Howsoever did this come to be, perchance I have let agony overcome me?
The past haunts me like a ghost, while the future ties me to a post.
No one left to cut my leash and set me free, while I am a slave to my engulfing misery.
The hypnotic flow of life as it passes by, draws me in with it’s earnest lies.
It so cruelly reels me into this empty zone, where emotion ceases to exist and everyone speaks in monotone.
Where have I wandered to where life is so easily towed?
Where the dead and living walk together, to and fro.
Serpentine is it’s gaze, eyeing my soul for a weak phase.
And so the hunt begins for my heart, with the darkness uttering "till death do we part"
4.How so strongly I sit feigning death, wishing for fate to swiftly take my breath. Such a beautiful flame which breaks me, something for which the world has waited so long to see. Havoc is wreaked atop the mountain’s peak, seven sides of evil their minds so profanely speak. They ensnare me within their trap, seeking for my weak yet strong mind to snap. No simple thought am I able to fathom from this hole, which in it holds my dark charred soul....
5Such a cold and lonely world which I call my abode, one in which I am cast down as a toad. Such vermin runs about to filthy the streets, while I weep in my dungeon waiting for sleep. I hope by day, and by night to myself I say: Hope will come, just in your place stay. Apart from the patch of sunlight, the drip of water while with the filth it fights. My mind ran amok, even by rodents I would be mocked...
Until one day she came, while like honey in my heart sticks her name. A great wave of fierce emotion that rages, fueled by the power of a thousand bards and sages. Oh woe, pity me. I be a weak hearted person never to find love, never to be. Yet ‘ere she came and brought me a whole new world, one in which I am the great lord. Yet when I ask for her hand in turn, her words still make my stomach churn. Like a sword which slices me in half, as gruesome as the murder of an innocent calf. I sit here known as the soulless king, one who can hear the bells of death toll, chime and ring...
6. I see darkness everywhere I go, all I hear from everyone is“No, No, No”.Keep me away from the past, because everything is worse when I look at it in retrospect. When did all this happen to me, No matter how hard I try I just cant see. Trying to erase my memories, it’s like ripping a pages out of invisible diaries. The bad times are gone, completely done. Now begins in my life the worst, Now I’m last but one day I’ll be first.
7. To no family do I belong, alone I shall sing my ice cold song. The phoenix will tear at my ice cold words, as if attacked by frosted steel swords. Alone I weave my star woven shroud, laying aside my bright cloak I am no longer proud. Nowhere in this world do I find my spot, in a crowd of millions I feel like a tiny dark dot...
Um, I know some of these poems here seem all dark and gloomy lol, but I'm not a dark or gloomy person heehee. Im a childish person who never wants to grow up, but i have the skill of writing and I go crazy with it sometimes lol, but I just write poems like this when i'm bored
Hey Steely McBeam, poetry is a form of emotional expression, and I can write whatever I want to. Why don't you write something better than my poems if you think I'm so terrible at poetry?
oh, and KK, I'm not using big words, this is my normal vocabulary. And if you really were a pro writer, you would be encouraging me to sharpen my skills and get better, not telling me I have no talent. You're a jealous hater is all
