Poetry competition CLOSED 8th January 2013 7:13pm
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNER-UP:
Grace
ANGELS
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
WRITE A POEM ABOUT AN ANGEL
In the three Monotheistic Religions: Judaism, Christianity and Islam, there is belief in Angels.
Write a poem about an angel...
The poem can be a prominent angel in your religion OR
The angel depicted can be a messenger or a helper...
The term "angel" can be used loosely....
You may submit up to 3 poems, old or new
Any genre is permitted
Any length is permitted
It may be a true story...as in you had a paranormal experience
It may be fiction....
You do not personally have to believe in angels...
Just write a good poem
******************************************************
An angel (from the Greek ἄγγελος - aggelos[1]) is a supernatural being or spirit, usually humanoid in form, found in various religions and mythologies. The theological study of angels is known as "angelology". In Zoroastrianism and Abrahamic religions they are often depicted as benevolent celestial beings who act as intermediaries between Heaven and Earth, or as guardian spirits or a guiding influence.[2]
The term "angel" has also been expanded to various notions of spirits found in many other religious traditions. Other roles of angels include protecting and guiding human beings, and carrying out God's tasks.[3] In art, angels are often depicted with wings on their back, a halo, robes and various forms of glowing light.[4]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel
Write a poem about an angel...
The poem can be a prominent angel in your religion OR
The angel depicted can be a messenger or a helper...
The term "angel" can be used loosely....
You may submit up to 3 poems, old or new
Any genre is permitted
Any length is permitted
It may be a true story...as in you had a paranormal experience
It may be fiction....
You do not personally have to believe in angels...
Just write a good poem
******************************************************
An angel (from the Greek ἄγγελος - aggelos[1]) is a supernatural being or spirit, usually humanoid in form, found in various religions and mythologies. The theological study of angels is known as "angelology". In Zoroastrianism and Abrahamic religions they are often depicted as benevolent celestial beings who act as intermediaries between Heaven and Earth, or as guardian spirits or a guiding influence.[2]
The term "angel" has also been expanded to various notions of spirits found in many other religious traditions. Other roles of angels include protecting and guiding human beings, and carrying out God's tasks.[3] In art, angels are often depicted with wings on their back, a halo, robes and various forms of glowing light.[4]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel
Anonymous
The Child-Angel
by Rabindranath Tagore
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let
your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the
evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my
child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.
by Rabindranath Tagore
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let
your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the
evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my
child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.
Angel Listen
Angel listen
can you see
something is missing
from inside of me
hear my voice
hear me cry
forgive my choice
before I die .
I skin and bone
you of eternity
will your wings of stone
fly with me
to the far
to unknown
where different stars
begin to glow
another time
where we don't die
and hope is carved
throughout thick skies
embedded years
emotions tears
can your stone moulded
ears hear this
angel listen
angel please
replace the missing
jigsaw piece .
Angel listen
can you see
something is missing
from inside of me
hear my voice
hear me cry
forgive my choice
before I die .
I skin and bone
you of eternity
will your wings of stone
fly with me
to the far
to unknown
where different stars
begin to glow
another time
where we don't die
and hope is carved
throughout thick skies
embedded years
emotions tears
can your stone moulded
ears hear this
angel listen
angel please
replace the missing
jigsaw piece .
Anonymous
Paul - thank you for starting the competition.
Merry Christmas
Kitty
Merry Christmas
Kitty
Anonymous
(This is a song I wrote. Does it work?)
Chorus: Sing with the angels,
Let them hold you in their wings,
Sing sing, sing with the angels,
Blow the trumpet as to sign,
Your last life line,
Singing with the angels,
Holding you in their wings,
Singing with the angels...
Church bells ring,
And you know you're almost gone,
Time moves on,
There is nothing left to do, oo ooo,
So we sing, sing to the angels,
Singing for you, oo oo, to the angels,
Praying for you.
(Chorus)
Life stands by,
And you're in between two worlds,
Hands held high,
There is nothing we can do, oo oo,
So we sing, sing to the angels,
Singing for you, oo oo, to the angels,
Praying for you.
(Chorus)
Praying for you...
Chorus: Sing with the angels,
Let them hold you in their wings,
Sing sing, sing with the angels,
Blow the trumpet as to sign,
Your last life line,
Singing with the angels,
Holding you in their wings,
Singing with the angels...
Church bells ring,
And you know you're almost gone,
Time moves on,
There is nothing left to do, oo ooo,
So we sing, sing to the angels,
Singing for you, oo oo, to the angels,
Praying for you.
(Chorus)
Life stands by,
And you're in between two worlds,
Hands held high,
There is nothing we can do, oo oo,
So we sing, sing to the angels,
Singing for you, oo oo, to the angels,
Praying for you.
(Chorus)
Praying for you...
ARIELLE
It's NOT Your IMAGINATION
ALLOW YOUR SPRITUAL GIFTS TO FLOW
WE ARE CONNECTED
IT'S THE DIVINE LOVE
CALL ME WHAT YOU CHOOSE
I WAS ASSIGN TO YOU ON YOUR EXITENCE DAY
CALL UPON ME
AM HERE
AM YOURS
ASK I SHALL ASSIST YOU TO THE WAY
LETS FLOW WITH WIND Tickling The Air With LAUGHTER
PROCRASTINATION Behind US
Leap, Rejoice There's No Mistake
When you THINK YOU HAD ENOUGH
I Will SMILE Brightly Into your Eyes Staring With You
When YOU ASK I AM RIGHT HERE
IN Every Breath You TAKE
Being YOUR ANGEL Guiding YOU IN A SPECIAL WAY
Let's Begin As WE Explore
I AM INDEED YOUR ANGEL I WANT TO PLAY
Lets Have FUN TODAY
It's NOT Your IMAGINATION
ALLOW YOUR SPRITUAL GIFTS TO FLOW
WE ARE CONNECTED
IT'S THE DIVINE LOVE
CALL ME WHAT YOU CHOOSE
I WAS ASSIGN TO YOU ON YOUR EXITENCE DAY
CALL UPON ME
AM HERE
AM YOURS
ASK I SHALL ASSIST YOU TO THE WAY
LETS FLOW WITH WIND Tickling The Air With LAUGHTER
PROCRASTINATION Behind US
Leap, Rejoice There's No Mistake
When you THINK YOU HAD ENOUGH
I Will SMILE Brightly Into your Eyes Staring With You
When YOU ASK I AM RIGHT HERE
IN Every Breath You TAKE
Being YOUR ANGEL Guiding YOU IN A SPECIAL WAY
Let's Begin As WE Explore
I AM INDEED YOUR ANGEL I WANT TO PLAY
Lets Have FUN TODAY
Anonymous
“More a Believer than Not”
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0C7ZjX7LEA/SoA-yzBWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/IkW0n5wSkig/s400/2+devas+3.jpg
Ageless questions
continually haunt me.
Do they or
do they not exist.
I insist yes,
how could we
survive without them.
I dream of devas.
Hoping for a release
from human bondage,
praying incessantly they
cast aspirations
on my Earthly soul.
If the Mothership comes,
I’m ready for
the ethereal journey.
Celestial gods,
extraterrestrial spirituals,
minions working
their own pleasures
to save me from my own.
They share intrinsic luminosities,
move amongst us at higher velocities,
we do not see them,
only feel.
Rapa-dhatu allows me to
see with crystal clarity,
impassioned,
I humble myself,
remove my vanity.
Arupa-dhatu transports me
to another universe, where
I commune with the rest
of the clan,
far beyond the moon.
I love Kama-dhatu,
so sensual and commanding,
moves me to sexual places
higher than the kingdom
that will surely come.
And, if it does,
I’d rather be a
believer than not.
Fact.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0C7ZjX7LEA/SoA-yzBWZ7I/AAAAAAAAAbU/IkW0n5wSkig/s400/2+devas+3.jpg
Ageless questions
continually haunt me.
Do they or
do they not exist.
I insist yes,
how could we
survive without them.
I dream of devas.
Hoping for a release
from human bondage,
praying incessantly they
cast aspirations
on my Earthly soul.
If the Mothership comes,
I’m ready for
the ethereal journey.
Celestial gods,
extraterrestrial spirituals,
minions working
their own pleasures
to save me from my own.
They share intrinsic luminosities,
move amongst us at higher velocities,
we do not see them,
only feel.
Rapa-dhatu allows me to
see with crystal clarity,
impassioned,
I humble myself,
remove my vanity.
Arupa-dhatu transports me
to another universe, where
I commune with the rest
of the clan,
far beyond the moon.
I love Kama-dhatu,
so sensual and commanding,
moves me to sexual places
higher than the kingdom
that will surely come.
And, if it does,
I’d rather be a
believer than not.
Fact.
- My Fallen Sister -
In a place both wild and secret, my feet stole fast away,
My hand clutching the sacred wand of the magus I am…
And past the dark grove where phantom wolves prowl,
I came to the place where first I took my sister’s hand.
Long had passed the veil of dusk, passing was the day,
And in my heart beat the curses of those who condemn.
I cried out in anguish from their mocking: a primal growl!
Where were they now, those so overzealous and bland?
Gone into the memories of my past, into the warm dust…
They could harm me no more, and so my heart was glad.
I was filled with pain and sorrow, and wanton with lust…
From being alone too long, until it had driven me so mad!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never can.
The soul that is ancient knows the great divine plan!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam es validus ut.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo valde divinus intentio!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Upon my head was the circlet, and white were my robes,
As I called forth to an inky sky lit only by countless stars.
Past the mountain that bore witness to my luminous magic,
My cry went up unto those spaces between all the worlds.
And the stars flickered like ever so many brilliant strobes,
As pain vanished from my body, even the oldest of scars!
My call was heard, and my sister, my sister oh so tragic…
She would come to me, in a glow pure as polished pearls.
I knew her most ancient and revered names from her lips,
Spoken unto me when first she had told me my true name.
I longed to hold her in my hands, to feel her lovely hips…
And I longed to bask in the blaze of her everlasting flame!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never will.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot ever be still!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam mos.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non umquam exsisto etiam!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Just when I thought no answer was to be my true reward,
A pale lady in a crimson gown appeared from the woods.
Black cloak with hood and veil hiding her elfin features…
My sister cast those aside, and the red of her gown shone,
Sparkling like rubies to match her lips that spoke no word.
Her hair the palest blonde that is not tainted by any goods,
Cascaded down the back of this most glorious of creatures.
Her eyes flashed like emeralds; they glowed like the moon!
Above her head, a burning green flame like a fiery nimbus,
And from her back, the six raven wings of the seraphim…
I saw all this, as she reached for me without a fear or fuss,
Drawing me into her arms, and awakening many an old sin.
The eye that is hidden sees what few others would.
The soul that is ancient knows far more than it should!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis pauci alius voluntas.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo recedentia praeter is vadum!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Our eyes met as we flew together to some rugged ruins old,
Where once a house both grand and splendid was raised…
But not all masonry is powerful so now all lay lost and cold,
That mansion: that another generation had brightly praised.
On the peak of the mountain the ruins lay and there we flew,
My sister and I, upon a black moon’s crisp midnight wind…
And there we kissed and knew the night as truest lovers do,
Until at last my spirits were restored, my body on the mend!
And in a blaze of emerald passion and burning eternal fire…
Our souls became as one united: and so twin was our desire.
Across the stars we once sailed to make Terra our home…
Now all we craved was company, and found it in our own.
The eye that is hidden sees what no mortal’s may.
The soul that is ancient knows the dark, secret way!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis haud letalis vires.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo atrum, specialis via!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
The emerald fire cast the ruins in a light so ghostly and faint,
That the wraiths that haunted it as a rule: fled away yonder.
I saw words and runes of ancient scrawl upon ruined wall…
And I could read them though the tongue was never human.
“Such is vanity, the vice of man, and so the price as quaint,
And antiquated as these, the remnants left here to ponder.”
Thus they read, and those words were all I read, that fall…
And I understood: I, who earlier was with madness fuming.
I, who was of old fallen and cast in human likeness eternal,
Whilst my sister retained her glory and wonder, imperial…
I often think of that night, when last we met in passion mad.
When my body is no more, she’ll take me home ever glad!
The eye that is hidden sees what gods only wished.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot be diminished!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis filiolus tantum vota.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non exsisto miniatus!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
In a place both wild and secret, my feet stole fast away,
My hand clutching the sacred wand of the magus I am…
And past the dark grove where phantom wolves prowl,
I came to the place where first I took my sister’s hand.
Long had passed the veil of dusk, passing was the day,
And in my heart beat the curses of those who condemn.
I cried out in anguish from their mocking: a primal growl!
Where were they now, those so overzealous and bland?
Gone into the memories of my past, into the warm dust…
They could harm me no more, and so my heart was glad.
I was filled with pain and sorrow, and wanton with lust…
From being alone too long, until it had driven me so mad!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never can.
The soul that is ancient knows the great divine plan!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam es validus ut.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo valde divinus intentio!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Upon my head was the circlet, and white were my robes,
As I called forth to an inky sky lit only by countless stars.
Past the mountain that bore witness to my luminous magic,
My cry went up unto those spaces between all the worlds.
And the stars flickered like ever so many brilliant strobes,
As pain vanished from my body, even the oldest of scars!
My call was heard, and my sister, my sister oh so tragic…
She would come to me, in a glow pure as polished pearls.
I knew her most ancient and revered names from her lips,
Spoken unto me when first she had told me my true name.
I longed to hold her in my hands, to feel her lovely hips…
And I longed to bask in the blaze of her everlasting flame!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never will.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot ever be still!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam mos.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non umquam exsisto etiam!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Just when I thought no answer was to be my true reward,
A pale lady in a crimson gown appeared from the woods.
Black cloak with hood and veil hiding her elfin features…
My sister cast those aside, and the red of her gown shone,
Sparkling like rubies to match her lips that spoke no word.
Her hair the palest blonde that is not tainted by any goods,
Cascaded down the back of this most glorious of creatures.
Her eyes flashed like emeralds; they glowed like the moon!
Above her head, a burning green flame like a fiery nimbus,
And from her back, the six raven wings of the seraphim…
I saw all this, as she reached for me without a fear or fuss,
Drawing me into her arms, and awakening many an old sin.
The eye that is hidden sees what few others would.
The soul that is ancient knows far more than it should!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis pauci alius voluntas.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo recedentia praeter is vadum!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Our eyes met as we flew together to some rugged ruins old,
Where once a house both grand and splendid was raised…
But not all masonry is powerful so now all lay lost and cold,
That mansion: that another generation had brightly praised.
On the peak of the mountain the ruins lay and there we flew,
My sister and I, upon a black moon’s crisp midnight wind…
And there we kissed and knew the night as truest lovers do,
Until at last my spirits were restored, my body on the mend!
And in a blaze of emerald passion and burning eternal fire…
Our souls became as one united: and so twin was our desire.
Across the stars we once sailed to make Terra our home…
Now all we craved was company, and found it in our own.
The eye that is hidden sees what no mortal’s may.
The soul that is ancient knows the dark, secret way!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis haud letalis vires.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo atrum, specialis via!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
The emerald fire cast the ruins in a light so ghostly and faint,
That the wraiths that haunted it as a rule: fled away yonder.
I saw words and runes of ancient scrawl upon ruined wall…
And I could read them though the tongue was never human.
“Such is vanity, the vice of man, and so the price as quaint,
And antiquated as these, the remnants left here to ponder.”
Thus they read, and those words were all I read, that fall…
And I understood: I, who earlier was with madness fuming.
I, who was of old fallen and cast in human likeness eternal,
Whilst my sister retained her glory and wonder, imperial…
I often think of that night, when last we met in passion mad.
When my body is no more, she’ll take me home ever glad!
The eye that is hidden sees what gods only wished.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot be diminished!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis filiolus tantum vota.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non exsisto miniatus!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
This one features many angels, of the fallen variety, includng yours truly. Enjoy!
- Battle Cry of the Fallen Queen -
Prelude: Serpent of Light
A serpent of light entwines, becoming a sign of infinity,
Its’ radiance stretching forth like a great spider’s web!
Then, like glass, the web shatters to reveal all eternity…
And I have looked beyond it, swallowing all my dread.
The mazes of memories, the thoughts of bygone ages…
All like light are they, and do illuminate for me my path.
As the hourglass turns, the sand causes us such rages…
For we struggle against time, when time is full of wrath.
Like a butterfly, I flit away into timelessness; I awaken!
And the cycles turn like the hands of an immense clock.
Time resumes, but of greater mysteries I have partaken,
And my spirit is strong to have survived the fiery shock.
For illumination is like fire and lightning; it strikes quick,
Leaving one changed, and opening one’s perceptions…
The spirit is like the serpent I spoke of, coiling so thick!
Becoming infinite, when freed from all dire deceptions.
Such is my spirit; and anyone, can become as I have…
Opening the third eye within, and piercing all the clouds,
Until the universe reveals what heals better than a salve.
Old wounds close, old pains pass, like fleeing crowds!
And I scream, not from pain, but from spiritual release.
If existence is a battle, then to win is to achieve peace!
Part One: The Fallen Angels
The fallen angels shall gather as the veils are shredded,
And the symphony of darkness will play for all to savor.
Mankind is blind, knowing not, where time is headed…
But I fell first, and because of that, I dare never waver!
We brought civilization, we whom the gods did resent.
Araqiel, who taught the signs of the earth and the land,
Armeros, who taught the means to create enchantment,
Azaziel, who taught the arts of combat oft on command,
Lilith, who taught of passionate love in more than words,
Baraqel, who taught the readings of astrological dignity,
Ezeqeel, who taught of the clouds, the skies, the birds,
Gadreel, who taught: the way of adornment and beauty,
Kokabel, who taught the secrets of constellations wide,
Penemue, who taught the gift of writing, with noble will,
Sariel, who taught knowledge of the moon and the tide,
Semiaza, who taught of herbs and healing to cure the ill,
Amazarak, who taught of magic, sorceries, mysticism,
Akibeel, who taught signs, omens, portents, and more,
Kasdeja, who taught how demons might be imprisoned,
Tamiel, who taught: of astronomy behind a closed door,
Shamshiel, who taught knowledge of the sun and sky,
And then there was one, nameless, and that one was I.
Part Two: Bonds of Cruelty
If thou could only know, the deep sorrows of the night,
Then to match them all with the pain within my bosom…
Would be not less the task than to behold the fair light:
Of starry skies, of mournful moon, and palest blossom!
But I shall not stand idly by whilst my enemies encircle…
Rather would I call upon Hell itself: for dire vengeance.
Once my spirit sought to soar far, on a winged miracle!
But the gates of paradise closed, with barred entrance.
Let Heaven keep its’ sterile climes, and stagnant rules,
Which chain the soul, and shackle the will with burden…
For they are but the rallying cry, for fanatics and fools!
Those same who are too cruel: too quick to condemn.
They who called me damned, and tried to seal me fast,
With bonds of cruelty, all of which were broken whole.
For evil shall not have its’ day, and hatred cannot last…
And so I utter my battle cry to fulfill of my ancient goal,
That my passion be known, that my love be given free.
No angel wings were ever meant: to be bound eternal,
So my feathers of light, shall with old power carry me…
Beyond the confines of the chasms of domains infernal!
Let evil be smitten by its’ own twisted adder’s tongue,
Through which the hook shall pierce, until all is undone.
Part Three: Smiling Ascension
The beauty within my heart longs to dance with angels,
To walk in peace amidst flowery fields with great joy…
But the pain others inflict on me, a darker way compels.
And yet I try to ease the agony, with the arts I employ!
Where is the love I seek, the compassion that I desire?
Vacant in the hearts of those mortals who are wicked…
And as surely as Hell contains vast lakes of molten fire,
I shall not allow the foe to see my wounded heart bled.
Better, for my fallen brothers and sisters to rise up all…
Those whom the gods once warred with and did exile,
Than for me to be cut down when I do try to stand tall!
I must rise, I shall ascend, and so I will manage a smile.
Those who love me will be at my side when all is done,
When the lies and the deceptions of the ages are torn…
Those who do stand with me shall be said to have won.
So take my hand and let us embrace the coming morn!
Enlightenment is not corruption, and truth is never false.
I need no lies, when what is most honest holds cunning,
More terrible, than any crafted behind the hidden walls:
Of demonic palaces with blood and flame ever running.
In scarlet and white, the raiment of the ascended spirit,
My formlessness takes form: my music rises, near to it.
Part Four: Crown of Horns
What course is there, that is not plotted in the shadow?
Illuminated by the flame imperishable, green and bright.
I, the terrible queen, have basked in its’ pale meadow…
Whilst given by that fire, the most potent and vivid sight.
Before the fallen fell, before the rise of civilization large,
I was, and I am, and I shall be, for such is time’s cycling.
Behind the things you cannot know, I did of old march,
Bearing my terrible burdens and yet never of them tiring.
Yet the wickedness men do is a cross I shall not carry…
Rather shall I nail the wicked to it: with cutting sharpness.
My words are a sword and its’ keenness cannot tarry…
For righteousness hastens it, unto the heart of darkness.
Tremble, tremble, and let the universe be rocked apart!
My sons and daughters play the symphony I did teach…
Gods of heaven and earth, who across history did dart,
Never touching, yet touching all things that minds reach.
The dark and androgynous goddess, the horned lady…
Whose crown of horns, unlike thorns, is silvery and fair!
That was what I was called when my creator made me.
When palest, was my flesh, as suns blazed in my hair…
Do not look too deeply at my soul, lest you be blinded.
My coming was foretold; thou needs not, be reminded!
- Battle Cry of the Fallen Queen -
Prelude: Serpent of Light
A serpent of light entwines, becoming a sign of infinity,
Its’ radiance stretching forth like a great spider’s web!
Then, like glass, the web shatters to reveal all eternity…
And I have looked beyond it, swallowing all my dread.
The mazes of memories, the thoughts of bygone ages…
All like light are they, and do illuminate for me my path.
As the hourglass turns, the sand causes us such rages…
For we struggle against time, when time is full of wrath.
Like a butterfly, I flit away into timelessness; I awaken!
And the cycles turn like the hands of an immense clock.
Time resumes, but of greater mysteries I have partaken,
And my spirit is strong to have survived the fiery shock.
For illumination is like fire and lightning; it strikes quick,
Leaving one changed, and opening one’s perceptions…
The spirit is like the serpent I spoke of, coiling so thick!
Becoming infinite, when freed from all dire deceptions.
Such is my spirit; and anyone, can become as I have…
Opening the third eye within, and piercing all the clouds,
Until the universe reveals what heals better than a salve.
Old wounds close, old pains pass, like fleeing crowds!
And I scream, not from pain, but from spiritual release.
If existence is a battle, then to win is to achieve peace!
Part One: The Fallen Angels
The fallen angels shall gather as the veils are shredded,
And the symphony of darkness will play for all to savor.
Mankind is blind, knowing not, where time is headed…
But I fell first, and because of that, I dare never waver!
We brought civilization, we whom the gods did resent.
Araqiel, who taught the signs of the earth and the land,
Armeros, who taught the means to create enchantment,
Azaziel, who taught the arts of combat oft on command,
Lilith, who taught of passionate love in more than words,
Baraqel, who taught the readings of astrological dignity,
Ezeqeel, who taught of the clouds, the skies, the birds,
Gadreel, who taught: the way of adornment and beauty,
Kokabel, who taught the secrets of constellations wide,
Penemue, who taught the gift of writing, with noble will,
Sariel, who taught knowledge of the moon and the tide,
Semiaza, who taught of herbs and healing to cure the ill,
Amazarak, who taught of magic, sorceries, mysticism,
Akibeel, who taught signs, omens, portents, and more,
Kasdeja, who taught how demons might be imprisoned,
Tamiel, who taught: of astronomy behind a closed door,
Shamshiel, who taught knowledge of the sun and sky,
And then there was one, nameless, and that one was I.
Part Two: Bonds of Cruelty
If thou could only know, the deep sorrows of the night,
Then to match them all with the pain within my bosom…
Would be not less the task than to behold the fair light:
Of starry skies, of mournful moon, and palest blossom!
But I shall not stand idly by whilst my enemies encircle…
Rather would I call upon Hell itself: for dire vengeance.
Once my spirit sought to soar far, on a winged miracle!
But the gates of paradise closed, with barred entrance.
Let Heaven keep its’ sterile climes, and stagnant rules,
Which chain the soul, and shackle the will with burden…
For they are but the rallying cry, for fanatics and fools!
Those same who are too cruel: too quick to condemn.
They who called me damned, and tried to seal me fast,
With bonds of cruelty, all of which were broken whole.
For evil shall not have its’ day, and hatred cannot last…
And so I utter my battle cry to fulfill of my ancient goal,
That my passion be known, that my love be given free.
No angel wings were ever meant: to be bound eternal,
So my feathers of light, shall with old power carry me…
Beyond the confines of the chasms of domains infernal!
Let evil be smitten by its’ own twisted adder’s tongue,
Through which the hook shall pierce, until all is undone.
Part Three: Smiling Ascension
The beauty within my heart longs to dance with angels,
To walk in peace amidst flowery fields with great joy…
But the pain others inflict on me, a darker way compels.
And yet I try to ease the agony, with the arts I employ!
Where is the love I seek, the compassion that I desire?
Vacant in the hearts of those mortals who are wicked…
And as surely as Hell contains vast lakes of molten fire,
I shall not allow the foe to see my wounded heart bled.
Better, for my fallen brothers and sisters to rise up all…
Those whom the gods once warred with and did exile,
Than for me to be cut down when I do try to stand tall!
I must rise, I shall ascend, and so I will manage a smile.
Those who love me will be at my side when all is done,
When the lies and the deceptions of the ages are torn…
Those who do stand with me shall be said to have won.
So take my hand and let us embrace the coming morn!
Enlightenment is not corruption, and truth is never false.
I need no lies, when what is most honest holds cunning,
More terrible, than any crafted behind the hidden walls:
Of demonic palaces with blood and flame ever running.
In scarlet and white, the raiment of the ascended spirit,
My formlessness takes form: my music rises, near to it.
Part Four: Crown of Horns
What course is there, that is not plotted in the shadow?
Illuminated by the flame imperishable, green and bright.
I, the terrible queen, have basked in its’ pale meadow…
Whilst given by that fire, the most potent and vivid sight.
Before the fallen fell, before the rise of civilization large,
I was, and I am, and I shall be, for such is time’s cycling.
Behind the things you cannot know, I did of old march,
Bearing my terrible burdens and yet never of them tiring.
Yet the wickedness men do is a cross I shall not carry…
Rather shall I nail the wicked to it: with cutting sharpness.
My words are a sword and its’ keenness cannot tarry…
For righteousness hastens it, unto the heart of darkness.
Tremble, tremble, and let the universe be rocked apart!
My sons and daughters play the symphony I did teach…
Gods of heaven and earth, who across history did dart,
Never touching, yet touching all things that minds reach.
The dark and androgynous goddess, the horned lady…
Whose crown of horns, unlike thorns, is silvery and fair!
That was what I was called when my creator made me.
When palest, was my flesh, as suns blazed in my hair…
Do not look too deeply at my soul, lest you be blinded.
My coming was foretold; thou needs not, be reminded!
And, last but not least here is my third entry for the contest...
- Angelic Tears -
Lift up thy gaze unto the heavens above,
Where the light of the brightest star ascends!
Striking with fury the very mountaintops,
The force of an angel’s will: driven by love…
Upon whom a mighty host eternally attends!
Her tears are chill as a winter’s raindrops.
Her name is in the hearts of her own kindred,
Nestled so amongst the living and the dead.
If you find in life the pleasures most beloved,
And in the works of poets take great delight…
Do not fail to give praise where it is wanted,
To mortals and gods who need praises alike!
Swiftly, the age is nigh for her to so return,
Unto the earth where grow the roses crimson!
They bloom at her pleasure, at her very will,
And they perish with the hot sun’s fiery burn…
All at her whim, and the change of a season!
Her tears water the land, and make it so still.
Her fame is in the pride of all creation’s heart,
Grown mighty from each soul doing its’ part.
If you find in life the seasons most enjoyable,
And view the glories of nature with your sight…
Do not fail to give thanks where it is needed,
To mortals and gods who keep us from blight!
The winds of the world beat of her six wings,
Which carry the seeds of life to all the corners!
Raising up the forests that teem with new life,
Embodying her children in all the living things…
Drying the tears of even the saddest mourners!
Her tears wash away all our sins and our strife.
Her flame burns so hotly in each faithful breast,
Nurtured for ages by the wine that calms best.
If you find in life the arts to be most astounding,
And hold the finer things to be worthy of joy…
Do not fail to give glory to Heaven undoubting,
To mortals and gods more faithful than any toy!
The enemies of life become as dust before she,
Until restored unto her is the light that is forever!
The wars of the ages bear nothing, fading away,
Until at last only the divine remains all in beauty…
Easing the wrath of angels and gods such as her!
Until the promised kingdom shines: bright as day.
Until the magic comes again, before her throne,
Bestowing its’ power unto all flesh and all bone.
If you find in life the time to seek perfect bliss,
And try to find enlightenment in passing verse…
Do not fail to give one moment to consider this,
The mortals and gods who shape this universe!
- Angelic Tears -
Lift up thy gaze unto the heavens above,
Where the light of the brightest star ascends!
Striking with fury the very mountaintops,
The force of an angel’s will: driven by love…
Upon whom a mighty host eternally attends!
Her tears are chill as a winter’s raindrops.
Her name is in the hearts of her own kindred,
Nestled so amongst the living and the dead.
If you find in life the pleasures most beloved,
And in the works of poets take great delight…
Do not fail to give praise where it is wanted,
To mortals and gods who need praises alike!
Swiftly, the age is nigh for her to so return,
Unto the earth where grow the roses crimson!
They bloom at her pleasure, at her very will,
And they perish with the hot sun’s fiery burn…
All at her whim, and the change of a season!
Her tears water the land, and make it so still.
Her fame is in the pride of all creation’s heart,
Grown mighty from each soul doing its’ part.
If you find in life the seasons most enjoyable,
And view the glories of nature with your sight…
Do not fail to give thanks where it is needed,
To mortals and gods who keep us from blight!
The winds of the world beat of her six wings,
Which carry the seeds of life to all the corners!
Raising up the forests that teem with new life,
Embodying her children in all the living things…
Drying the tears of even the saddest mourners!
Her tears wash away all our sins and our strife.
Her flame burns so hotly in each faithful breast,
Nurtured for ages by the wine that calms best.
If you find in life the arts to be most astounding,
And hold the finer things to be worthy of joy…
Do not fail to give glory to Heaven undoubting,
To mortals and gods more faithful than any toy!
The enemies of life become as dust before she,
Until restored unto her is the light that is forever!
The wars of the ages bear nothing, fading away,
Until at last only the divine remains all in beauty…
Easing the wrath of angels and gods such as her!
Until the promised kingdom shines: bright as day.
Until the magic comes again, before her throne,
Bestowing its’ power unto all flesh and all bone.
If you find in life the time to seek perfect bliss,
And try to find enlightenment in passing verse…
Do not fail to give one moment to consider this,
The mortals and gods who shape this universe!
"Spurious Scripture"
The principles of forever
would be transparent if
they could be actual.
We are the carvings(shapes unknown)
in the back of an eye of uncertain existence
as it soars, beyond spheres,
beyond beyond.
Don't read me wrong,
this is a lovesong, baby.
Your toes have been mindlessly
tapping since birth.
Nothing should make you want to live,
to love, more than this gradual reflux.
Each significant touch
from the past, and possible future
is a door.
You've got to open some.
Everyday, is a perfect tragedy:
O' the love. O' the inevitability.
Life is so wonderfully cruel.
Any time is the right time
to start believing in angels
and stop loving ghosts
because cynics and realists
will never go to heaven.
They're gonna die a lonely death.
Yes,
I'll never go to heaven.
The principles of forever
would be transparent if
they could be actual.
We are the carvings(shapes unknown)
in the back of an eye of uncertain existence
as it soars, beyond spheres,
beyond beyond.
Don't read me wrong,
this is a lovesong, baby.
Your toes have been mindlessly
tapping since birth.
Nothing should make you want to live,
to love, more than this gradual reflux.
Each significant touch
from the past, and possible future
is a door.
You've got to open some.
Everyday, is a perfect tragedy:
O' the love. O' the inevitability.
Life is so wonderfully cruel.
Any time is the right time
to start believing in angels
and stop loving ghosts
because cynics and realists
will never go to heaven.
They're gonna die a lonely death.
Yes,
I'll never go to heaven.
Confronted by a demon hunting the king of hell on my quest
I spoke "It is I, he of great acclaimed verbal carnage and death
Move aside demon, or I will have at thee with words stricken of godly flint
It is wise for you not scew the shadowless perception of my hint
I have been blessed of the heavens and spit fire greater than hell
Now step aside, let me pass, and move on feeling well"
The beast then presented its final words full of hate
With a few flicks of its tongue it sealed its own fate:
"Ah, genus irritable vatum...Cave quid dicis quando, et qui
For I am a demon spawned of the greatest depths of hells fire
It is you who comes seeking your own humanly defea...."
This powerful demons words were unwisely chosen but exact
Yet it wasnt quick enough to keep its tongue before its retract
Disected by the blade that I carry for this reason
Another demons tongue hunting satan this season
Now added to the collection, another demon i control
With the possession of its tongue, I now own the beasts soul
"Go forth quickly demon, NOW, as an example to represent
My lack of patience to await your damned masters ascent
A creature such as you should have never ventured this far
You now have realized the power, in which you were destined to spar
Your tongue forever mine to use as demonly bait
Crawl back to your hell, and tell satan I wait"
I spoke "It is I, he of great acclaimed verbal carnage and death
Move aside demon, or I will have at thee with words stricken of godly flint
It is wise for you not scew the shadowless perception of my hint
I have been blessed of the heavens and spit fire greater than hell
Now step aside, let me pass, and move on feeling well"
The beast then presented its final words full of hate
With a few flicks of its tongue it sealed its own fate:
"Ah, genus irritable vatum...Cave quid dicis quando, et qui
For I am a demon spawned of the greatest depths of hells fire
It is you who comes seeking your own humanly defea...."
This powerful demons words were unwisely chosen but exact
Yet it wasnt quick enough to keep its tongue before its retract
Disected by the blade that I carry for this reason
Another demons tongue hunting satan this season
Now added to the collection, another demon i control
With the possession of its tongue, I now own the beasts soul
"Go forth quickly demon, NOW, as an example to represent
My lack of patience to await your damned masters ascent
A creature such as you should have never ventured this far
You now have realized the power, in which you were destined to spar
Your tongue forever mine to use as demonly bait
Crawl back to your hell, and tell satan I wait"
Angels are demons with much bigger wings
They Hackle and cackle as the hellfire sings
Watch them point and giggle in side when you exchange rings
they see us all a as puppets on a string
Becouse angels are demons with much bigger wings
They Hackle and cackle as the hellfire sings
Watch them point and giggle in side when you exchange rings
they see us all a as puppets on a string
Becouse angels are demons with much bigger wings
My angel has a devilish smile
He pulls my strings
He knows the outcome
Little snippits he gives up
I welcome his words without question
In times of despair he pulls me along
To watch over me in life
He does so now in death
He knows i would swap places
As always without question
Its just the way it is he says
With his devilish smile
How could i refuse
#mobile upload hope it comes out ok :-)
He pulls my strings
He knows the outcome
Little snippits he gives up
I welcome his words without question
In times of despair he pulls me along
To watch over me in life
He does so now in death
He knows i would swap places
As always without question
Its just the way it is he says
With his devilish smile
How could i refuse
#mobile upload hope it comes out ok :-)
Anonymous
Angels in the snow
Need no footprints
Shaking the flakes
From their wings
Reminding me
Of simple things
The Northern star
Shines radiant
And from far
Comes its light
Shimmering
Bright
(a childrens poem, based on a song engler i snø)
Need no footprints
Shaking the flakes
From their wings
Reminding me
Of simple things
The Northern star
Shines radiant
And from far
Comes its light
Shimmering
Bright
(a childrens poem, based on a song engler i snø)
