Submissions by NoxAeterum
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i write stories out of my lyrics. poetry as well as music. a sort of catharsis for those who find "be yourself" to be trite subject matter. (i'm not snobby i just type like i am :P )
as she rose from hinterland
as she rose from hinterland
i felt the knife against my hand
the blood that yearned to flow
my heart oh how it yearned to go
as i lay my chest exposed
she thrust the blade my breast imposed
and gave a rose its final rest
lest hell to be its final test
i felt the knife against my hand
the blood that yearned to flow
my heart oh how it yearned to go
as i lay my chest exposed
she thrust the blade my breast imposed
and gave a rose its final rest
lest hell to be its final test
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a piece of a concept album as are all my other poems
I remember the day we first met
I put that poisoned chalice to my lips
with a smile I settled into a devotion
I can scarce describe
but I’ll do my best to show my side
I saw you at a ball of great promise
bedecked with silk and finest jewels
hair like fire
hazel eyes
I was entranced by this
seductress
blood red lips with their curious curve
I should have known I’d see my blood
as their newest veneer
nothing spoke of your lasciviousness
you seemed so pure so perfect
I couldn’t see beyond the mask
you...
I put that poisoned chalice to my lips
with a smile I settled into a devotion
I can scarce describe
but I’ll do my best to show my side
I saw you at a ball of great promise
bedecked with silk and finest jewels
hair like fire
hazel eyes
I was entranced by this
seductress
blood red lips with their curious curve
I should have known I’d see my blood
as their newest veneer
nothing spoke of your lasciviousness
you seemed so pure so perfect
I couldn’t see beyond the mask
you...
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The Necromancer
Every night when he falls asleep
He faces a winding path miles deep
But where once despair fueled his heart
A new emotion shone through
Miles down the road he came upon a man
Clad in black robes with emerald eyes
Soon crimson turned the skies
There is no reprieve for the hated
Tears streamed from his cheeks
As he lay inside his tattered clothes
Bruised and benign
He watched snowflakes fall upon his
Numb form
There’s nothing left here for me
But on the paving stones
One man came to him
Clad in black velvet vestments...
He faces a winding path miles deep
But where once despair fueled his heart
A new emotion shone through
Miles down the road he came upon a man
Clad in black robes with emerald eyes
Soon crimson turned the skies
There is no reprieve for the hated
Tears streamed from his cheeks
As he lay inside his tattered clothes
Bruised and benign
He watched snowflakes fall upon his
Numb form
There’s nothing left here for me
But on the paving stones
One man came to him
Clad in black velvet vestments...
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immortal in thought
as we masquerade these palatial halls
we forgot that time slipped through the walls
alas we were not immortal
I never recovered from this
today she died
My fell Bride
yet I still dine with her
throughout these halls
her feet moved with our dance
though once i had loved a troubador
and fauned over valkyrie
neither loves were meant to be
but yet my delusion persists illusion again
I took her to chambers
the silk softer than the first night
as the skin of her face still preserved
in a fading deception of life
...
we forgot that time slipped through the walls
alas we were not immortal
I never recovered from this
today she died
My fell Bride
yet I still dine with her
throughout these halls
her feet moved with our dance
though once i had loved a troubador
and fauned over valkyrie
neither loves were meant to be
but yet my delusion persists illusion again
I took her to chambers
the silk softer than the first night
as the skin of her face still preserved
in a fading deception of life
...
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The desperation in the desert sands
the days adopted a swelter
i could scarce imagine in my home
i saw a maiden as i hallucinated
this beauty once mine
i love her with every ounce of my being
but twas not enough to save her
can the world be so cruel
that once she was dead i see her again
among these sandy dunes
impaled by the glass spires which
reach like cruel fingers to the sky
no armor could save her
nothing could prize me of my pain
the sight of this crippled love
from another age sent my heart reeling
sent my world...
i could scarce imagine in my home
i saw a maiden as i hallucinated
this beauty once mine
i love her with every ounce of my being
but twas not enough to save her
can the world be so cruel
that once she was dead i see her again
among these sandy dunes
impaled by the glass spires which
reach like cruel fingers to the sky
no armor could save her
nothing could prize me of my pain
the sight of this crippled love
from another age sent my heart reeling
sent my world...
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