Songs of the Dark Dealings

Topics Include:
love gone wrong
teen angst
corrupted government
mysticism
hatred
envy
or enslavement

Collaboration of two or more people only
one submission per group

Collab of FishCake and ToteMich
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Wenn Sie Let Monsters Spielen

I live another frightful day
Another day spent afraid
Monsters come and play
The shadows still betray

I was just an experiment
Another heart to tease
Stop the embarresment
No more people to please

To the brim, unsightful envy
Hatred at the core
Eyes follow the enemy
Killed through an open door

Enslaved by the rules
Of the ones that lead us
Society's immature tools
No path to imaginary success

Corruption in the game
Everyone's insanity a player
Death and sarcasm one in the same
Government is a hope slayer

Bad things happen
When you let monsters play

Lovely,a very deep song to start us off.

MORS LUCIFER
(A shared Work of Dresdamanx & Livingston Montreux)

I look in time to see,
One black wing fold
And bend,
Useless in flight.

The other in instinct,
Waves in vain
As it too fails,
To keep me aloft.

The fine sea spray,
So far below
Looked like ivory
Veins under blue-green skin.

Now widens and roars,
As it waits to swallow me,
Not in warm embraces,
But as liquid stone,
Not allowing for
My Vanity in flight.

Space seems so vapid,
Sound disappears,
Cracking pain waits,
Yet I know no panic,
As mysteries no longer
Exist to me.

My time aloft has prepared
Me for these moments,
Dire and finite,
Bitter & sweet,
Proud & humble.

I have hovered,
Over gardens,
Of bloom & stone.
Where root & bone,
Nourished the Earth,
While ravishing flesh
As the law of mortal
Decay demand.

Immortal as time,
I have been.
Bathing in Humanity,
Its greatest Herald,
& witness to its
Miracle.
Soother to its failure,
Supporter in its victory.

The only true forgiver,
& rebellious advocate,
In lieu of its abandonment,
By its Creator!
The only true recognizer,
Of its power, beauty,
& precious tragedies
Dressed as endeavor.

And yet there will be,
No tear shed,
For me,
The scribe &
The Lover
Of this mad species,
Finally struck down,
By jealous Almighty Hands.

Yet I will always remain,
In the hearts & hate,
Of adopted creation,
The Son,
Of the Morning Star.

HYPNOTIC
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