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Revelations: Origins Part Two
Curses abound from serpent tongues
Spitting vile words where corpses hung
From oaken trees in winter storms
Spirits arise in frosted air
In howling despair and the call of the horn
The creators spit their venom
At hearts betwixt the shores
Divided by the warfare
Between angel and demon
Fatally burning the world
Two lovers kiss
Upon the Styx
But come too late
Black waters churning
When two hearts turning
The twist of fate
The crucifix
On which I wish
The crimson stain
Is not a blessing
A tale that’s missing
Its poet’s name
So, what does the devil tell me
Nightly in whispered screams?
Not secrets of Heaven
But of tortures of the seed
Born when hearts began to beat
Thus behold,
My revelation
The beauty is the beast
That holds the key
To damnation
Leviathans burrowing deep
In the pit to the core
Divining wicked truths
Hidden from the eyes of He
Unlock and open the doors
I have seen wonders beyond stars
Ancient scriptures in crystal shards
Fevers burning in winter’s grasp
Intoxicating with madness
Embrace the darkness with magic from the past
Behemoths slumber underground
Their breath quakes your cities
Eternally hungry
They long to hear little sounds
And they will give no pity
The broken glass
Lay on the path
To redemption
Your crosses burning
At seasons turning
Where’s salvation?
You will not last
The void is vast
No guiding hand
And with no warning
The darkness coming
Across the land
I have seen wonders beyond gods
Encased in gold, guarded by dogs
Thrice cursed heads snarling in rage
The secrets of forbidden shows
Highlight those below, taste freedom from the cage
Thus behold,
My revelation
The beauty is the beast
That holds the key
To salvation
I must be the rock against the storm
And pave the way for the conquering worm
The raven will show us the way
Into the great beast’s awaiting arms
Hold aloft the lantern
Then make your way through the maelstrom
And embrace the waiting phantoms
We must be the rock against the storm
And pave the way for the conquering worm
The raven will usher the way
Into the great beast’s awaiting arms
Hold aloft the lantern
Then force your way through the maelstrom
And embrace the waiting phantoms
Join me
And taste
The night
Spitting vile words where corpses hung
From oaken trees in winter storms
Spirits arise in frosted air
In howling despair and the call of the horn
The creators spit their venom
At hearts betwixt the shores
Divided by the warfare
Between angel and demon
Fatally burning the world
Two lovers kiss
Upon the Styx
But come too late
Black waters churning
When two hearts turning
The twist of fate
The crucifix
On which I wish
The crimson stain
Is not a blessing
A tale that’s missing
Its poet’s name
So, what does the devil tell me
Nightly in whispered screams?
Not secrets of Heaven
But of tortures of the seed
Born when hearts began to beat
Thus behold,
My revelation
The beauty is the beast
That holds the key
To damnation
Leviathans burrowing deep
In the pit to the core
Divining wicked truths
Hidden from the eyes of He
Unlock and open the doors
I have seen wonders beyond stars
Ancient scriptures in crystal shards
Fevers burning in winter’s grasp
Intoxicating with madness
Embrace the darkness with magic from the past
Behemoths slumber underground
Their breath quakes your cities
Eternally hungry
They long to hear little sounds
And they will give no pity
The broken glass
Lay on the path
To redemption
Your crosses burning
At seasons turning
Where’s salvation?
You will not last
The void is vast
No guiding hand
And with no warning
The darkness coming
Across the land
I have seen wonders beyond gods
Encased in gold, guarded by dogs
Thrice cursed heads snarling in rage
The secrets of forbidden shows
Highlight those below, taste freedom from the cage
Thus behold,
My revelation
The beauty is the beast
That holds the key
To salvation
I must be the rock against the storm
And pave the way for the conquering worm
The raven will show us the way
Into the great beast’s awaiting arms
Hold aloft the lantern
Then make your way through the maelstrom
And embrace the waiting phantoms
We must be the rock against the storm
And pave the way for the conquering worm
The raven will usher the way
Into the great beast’s awaiting arms
Hold aloft the lantern
Then force your way through the maelstrom
And embrace the waiting phantoms
Join me
And taste
The night
Published 14th Nov 2014
| Edited 19th Dec 2014
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14th Nov 2014 5:32am
I love this poem of yours, HadesRising! It sings sweetly and darkly to me, and is quite epic in scope and beautiful in presentation. You've pulled out all the stops with this one and truly outdone yourself in terms of sheer poetic magnificence! I am most definitely adding this one to my reading list for future readings. Glorious work! I'd pick a favorite line or best section, but I love it all and it's all perfect. Thanks for putting this up for our enjoyment! :D
14th Nov 2014 5:38am
thank you so much for that. It means a lot to me coming from one whose sinister inks shine brightly like the Morningstar himself
16th Nov 2014 5:20pm
Sir Hades your darkness shines brightly in this wicked ink you are sheer brilliance in weaving a haunting tale.. a reminder that I shouldn't try to hinder my inner demons thank you.. with respect Crim
18th Nov 2014 4:53am
