LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 1:15pm
7th Nov 2024 1:15pm
Roadkill Prayer
As I passed by where her body lay, a silent prayer I shared,
Who felt the ripple of her death on this morning's gentle air?
Were there fawns yet to be mothered, lives she’ll leave untouched?
What dreams lived within her, now forever crushed?
Would she have chosen differently if choice were hers to make?
A noble end by hunter's bow, a fate she'd gladly take?
Or did she dream of tender love, a young buck's bounding lust.
in her final breath today, she began her path toward dust.
Who felt the ripple of her death on this morning's gentle air?
Were there fawns yet to be mothered, lives she’ll leave untouched?
What dreams lived within her, now forever crushed?
Would she have chosen differently if choice were hers to make?
A noble end by hunter's bow, a fate she'd gladly take?
Or did she dream of tender love, a young buck's bounding lust.
in her final breath today, she began her path toward dust.
#death
#love
#lust #motherhood
#lust #motherhood
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 9:01pm
6th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Brine Song
Priest kissed those cold clay lips
Form mutilated on battle between ships
A gift given back from grey seas
Fish and brine ate up everything below the knee
Once a man of honor, strong and bold
A warrior forged in fire and mold
He sailed beneath both storm and star
To find his fate in realms afar
A tale of powder’s burn and sabres’ flash
Of cannon’s roar and timbers’ crash
Where mortal form on reefs was dashed
And hope, like sails, to tatters lashed
The waves bore witness, fierce and grim
As bloodied waters...
Form mutilated on battle between ships
A gift given back from grey seas
Fish and brine ate up everything below the knee
Once a man of honor, strong and bold
A warrior forged in fire and mold
He sailed beneath both storm and star
To find his fate in realms afar
A tale of powder’s burn and sabres’ flash
Of cannon’s roar and timbers’ crash
Where mortal form on reefs was dashed
And hope, like sails, to tatters lashed
The waves bore witness, fierce and grim
As bloodied waters...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#sea
#water
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 10:15am
6th Nov 2024 10:15am
Up On Castles High
Upon the jagged peak it stands
A keep of dark, forbidden dread
Not wrought by mortal minds or hands
But gods long cursed and left for dead
Its towers scrape the ashen skies
In shadows veiled, unblessed by light
Here numbers breathe, and symbols rise
To twist the stars in dreadful rite
Nine pillars hold that cryptic place
And seven gates of rusted woe
Through thirteen paths, in jagged trace
The lost and damned are bade to go
O faithless spires, accursed throne
Where demons tremble, saints despair
Their...
A keep of dark, forbidden dread
Not wrought by mortal minds or hands
But gods long cursed and left for dead
Its towers scrape the ashen skies
In shadows veiled, unblessed by light
Here numbers breathe, and symbols rise
To twist the stars in dreadful rite
Nine pillars hold that cryptic place
And seven gates of rusted woe
Through thirteen paths, in jagged trace
The lost and damned are bade to go
O faithless spires, accursed throne
Where demons tremble, saints despair
Their...
#dark
#death
#evil
#gothic
#rhyming
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Koulouri
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
5th Nov 2024 9:01pm
Sleep well
I find roadkill strangely beautiful.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
It feels almost rude,
like something I should keep secret.
How could I find something so
aggressive and brutal,
so calming?
Maybe it's something in their eyes.
A soul,
finally at rest.
And I hope they died fast.
And I hope they lived well.
And I envy them for finally being able to sleep.
A blameless death.
Accidental.
Peace at last.
#animals
#death
#peace #sleep
#peace #sleep
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:29am
5th Nov 2024 2:29am
Insight Gained
Sanity
Wanderings through forbidden crypts
Knowledge here from impossible planes
Of beasts with flesh torn and skin ripped
Rites to seek blessed sanguine pain
A message in the numbers and sacred shapes
Burn it all and hear the infected shriek
Charred skeletons with mouths agape
Hippocratic oath violated amongst death's reek
Sanity Withers
Yet deeper still, the shadows wind
Through caverns choked in rot and grime
Where ancient symbols pulse and blaze
And whisper truths that curse and daze
For here the...
Wanderings through forbidden crypts
Knowledge here from impossible planes
Of beasts with flesh torn and skin ripped
Rites to seek blessed sanguine pain
A message in the numbers and sacred shapes
Burn it all and hear the infected shriek
Charred skeletons with mouths agape
Hippocratic oath violated amongst death's reek
Sanity Withers
Yet deeper still, the shadows wind
Through caverns choked in rot and grime
Where ancient symbols pulse and blaze
And whisper truths that curse and daze
For here the...
#dark
#death
#night
#shadows
#wisdom
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 11:46pm
4th Nov 2024 11:46pm
Single Action Sacrilege
In dust and dawn, 'neath blood-red skies
Where sun and shadow meet their ties
Rode I, a man of ragged creed
With six cold shots for holy need
The iron on my hip, it lay
A relic forged in darker clay
Its name was Sacrilege, they said
And many a soul it sent to bed
A cross engraved upon its spine
But tarnished black by deed and time
A saint once blessed its silver bore
But now it thirsted evermore
They claimed that steel could damn a man
To fire his soul from God’s own plan
Yet vengeance called, and blood it...
Where sun and shadow meet their ties
Rode I, a man of ragged creed
With six cold shots for holy need
The iron on my hip, it lay
A relic forged in darker clay
Its name was Sacrilege, they said
And many a soul it sent to bed
A cross engraved upon its spine
But tarnished black by deed and time
A saint once blessed its silver bore
But now it thirsted evermore
They claimed that steel could damn a man
To fire his soul from God’s own plan
Yet vengeance called, and blood it...
#dark
#death
#evil
#narrative
#shadows
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 2:41pm
4th Nov 2024 2:41pm
By A Horde Of Zombies
Gwen
woke up
naked and
alone before
she had put on a
robe and stepped out of the
bedroom to see with shocked eyes
her husband Peter get eaten
by a horde of zombies until one
charged towards her making a scared Gwen scream.
woke up
naked and
alone before
she had put on a
robe and stepped out of the
bedroom to see with shocked eyes
her husband Peter get eaten
by a horde of zombies until one
charged towards her making a scared Gwen scream.
#death
#fiction
#husband
#sex
#zombies
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:52pm
4th Nov 2024 1:52pm
A Flame of Decay
O Fire, thou art a spectral breath
That fans decay to feasts of death
Thy embered kiss on flesh doth creep
In darkened halls where silence weeps
What ghostly hunger dost thou crave
To turn the strong to ashen grave?
In twisting dance, thy tendrils coil
To rend the bone and flesh to soil
Alas, the frame, in sinewed pride
Is but a pyre where worms reside
A hallowed form, so wrought in vain
Consumed, unmade by thy disdain
Thus flesh returns to dust’s embrace
Where fire leaves naught of earthly grace
An...
That fans decay to feasts of death
Thy embered kiss on flesh doth creep
In darkened halls where silence weeps
What ghostly hunger dost thou crave
To turn the strong to ashen grave?
In twisting dance, thy tendrils coil
To rend the bone and flesh to soil
Alas, the frame, in sinewed pride
Is but a pyre where worms reside
A hallowed form, so wrought in vain
Consumed, unmade by thy disdain
Thus flesh returns to dust’s embrace
Where fire leaves naught of earthly grace
An...
#dark
#death
#fire
#rhyming
#shadows
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 8:40pm
3rd Nov 2024 8:40pm
www.eatmealive.com
Slave training
Toilet games
Anal torture or
Simple mutilation
Talk about slavery options
Female cattle may be used
For complete dehumanization
Main point is a rough treatment
Guidance to impale
Livestock termination
Perverse reality
Guidance to impale
Toilet games
Anal torture or
Simple mutilation
Talk about slavery options
Female cattle may be used
For complete dehumanization
Main point is a rough treatment
Guidance to impale
Livestock termination
Perverse reality
Guidance to impale
#death
#food
#technology #TruthOfLife
#technology #TruthOfLife
66 reads
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
3rd Nov 2024 11:47am
Kids, don't try this at home
He had seen on TV
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
An execution by hanging
Curious he was, he tried
How it is to hang
Execution means dying
Hanging is not a game
Execution means dying
He won't do it again
It was just a funny game
This caused his own death
#children
#death
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:43am
3rd Nov 2024 11:43am
Lost Control
Tragic frontal collision
One moment without control
He also lost his life
The accident made a commotion
Rise the number of the dead
Tragic car accident
He crashed the hearse
One dead more
He crashed the hearse
Coffin was not far away
One moment without control
He also lost his life
The accident made a commotion
Rise the number of the dead
Tragic car accident
He crashed the hearse
One dead more
He crashed the hearse
Coffin was not far away
#cars
#death
#fate #TruthOfLife
#fate #TruthOfLife
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
Reflections on Parting
Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it, like rain drops run to a stream, an flowers wilt,
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
#death
#grief
#sadness
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