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Full Moon
Troubled By Light
By the light of the Moon,
I crumpled my life,
Like the paper of ancient poets’ strife,
The ink of my story was all dry and smeared,
So, how did I repurpose what was sorely misshapen,
This chaotic mess that was there and feared,
I heard some pages start to unravel,
So, I picked one up, but I was quickly engulfed,
By the sound and cry of a howling wolf,
I knelt to the Earth as I felt I was finished but I sank into it and was indeed diminished.
Written by divaD
By the light of the Moon,
I crumpled my life,
Like the paper of ancient poets’ strife,
The ink of my story was all dry and smeared,
So, how did I repurpose what was sorely misshapen,
This chaotic mess that was there and feared,
I heard some pages start to unravel,
So, I picked one up, but I was quickly engulfed,
By the sound and cry of a howling wolf,
I knelt to the Earth as I felt I was finished but I sank into it and was indeed diminished.
Written by divaD
Full Moon Resurrection
Under the night veil
your white light reveals
the creatures that emerge in the dark
When I called the rite
it fills my soul with hate and fire
into the dark with pagan pleasures
take me with you to infinity
far from human decay
Infernal night by night
majestic
in the shadows
reborn
The beast is coming for the ritual
starving for blood and flesh
you always present hidden witness
exalting the face of the executioner
your white light reveals
the creatures that emerge in the dark
When I called the rite
it fills my soul with hate and fire
into the dark with pagan pleasures
take me with you to infinity
far from human decay
Infernal night by night
majestic
in the shadows
reborn
The beast is coming for the ritual
starving for blood and flesh
you always present hidden witness
exalting the face of the executioner
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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"Pale Upon The Ebon"
O argent orb that crowns the night
Thy shape aglow with heaven's grace
Thou beacon of the seraphs' flight
A mirror to the Maker’s face
In Eden’s dusk thou first did gleam
A silver hymn to Adam’s fall
And yet thou weav’st redemption’s dream
Thy glow a balm, a holy call
Art thou Diana’s shield aloft
Where hunters roam in twilight’s keep?
Or Gabriel’s horn, resounding soft
Through veils where restless angels weep?
The prophets spake of signs in thee
A chalice brimming o’er with dine
Thy fullness holds eternity
Thy crescent whispers sacred divine
At Calvary’s hour, thy shadow waned
As bloodied skies concealed the Lamb
Yet now thy glory is unchained
A herald of the great caller of I AM
Thou pendulum of time’s vast sea
Thy phases mark the mortal breath
A silver psalm to eternity
A stillness carved from life and death
O moon, thou art no pagan’s crown
But lantern for the pilgrims’ way
A pearl set in the Savior’s gown
Adorned with hues of ashen gray
Against the sky, thou humbly reign’st
Thy light no rival to the sun
Yet in thy glow, creation faints
And whispers soft: "His will be done."
Shine on, O orb, illuminate throne
Till earth and stars shall fall and fade
For in thy glow, like saintly bones
And Christ is all, in resplendence wade
O argent orb that crowns the night
Thy shape aglow with heaven's grace
Thou beacon of the seraphs' flight
A mirror to the Maker’s face
In Eden’s dusk thou first did gleam
A silver hymn to Adam’s fall
And yet thou weav’st redemption’s dream
Thy glow a balm, a holy call
Art thou Diana’s shield aloft
Where hunters roam in twilight’s keep?
Or Gabriel’s horn, resounding soft
Through veils where restless angels weep?
The prophets spake of signs in thee
A chalice brimming o’er with dine
Thy fullness holds eternity
Thy crescent whispers sacred divine
At Calvary’s hour, thy shadow waned
As bloodied skies concealed the Lamb
Yet now thy glory is unchained
A herald of the great caller of I AM
Thou pendulum of time’s vast sea
Thy phases mark the mortal breath
A silver psalm to eternity
A stillness carved from life and death
O moon, thou art no pagan’s crown
But lantern for the pilgrims’ way
A pearl set in the Savior’s gown
Adorned with hues of ashen gray
Against the sky, thou humbly reign’st
Thy light no rival to the sun
Yet in thy glow, creation faints
And whispers soft: "His will be done."
Shine on, O orb, illuminate throne
Till earth and stars shall fall and fade
For in thy glow, like saintly bones
And Christ is all, in resplendence wade
