RUINS
In a city by phantoms haunted, Where once came forth great heros vaunted, Once the home of empyreal dreams, All is not quite as it should be.
A gate is there, gilded and old, That stands on its own, tall and bold, Through this terrible portal lies Things haunting to the mortal eye.
A king is mounted on his steed, Boasting proudly of great deeds, His glittering train stretches back, Bearing treasures from fallen Akk, The walls stand tall in azure hue, Shadowing the multitude of Babilu, Who race and sing on gaping streets, Laughing and talking of Akk's defeat.
The swords clash and lions roar, In spectacles never seen before, In a magnificent, maddening sight, It all would end on that cold night.
In Babylon by phantoms haunted, Where once came forth great heros vaunted, Once the home of empyreal dreams, All is ruined as it should be.
DREAMER
I look at the stars the endless lights
My soul is immersed in a contented self
the feel of wonder light and life
but I realise to my sadness
I'm alone a sleepy dreamer
living on the white clouds
SAIL AWAY
I'm sailing away looking to the sea
My heart full of purpose found
I let my soul fly free
My memory reflected in the waves
ON AN ENDLESS NIGHT
On an endless night All hope fades away
On an endless night All light fails
But on an endless night Light breaks through
But on an endless night Hope rides home
A POEM
Why can't you leave me alone in my home
let me sleep complacent...alone
My hearts already broken why do it again?
Why try to mend what's already broken
just leave me me with my shattered heart
leave me alone in my dreary home
sleeping complacent ever 'lone on my throne
FALLING INTO MADNESS
I'm descending down so far
lost in blackness cold and hard
where is this place this cursed place
where I feel myself slip into madness again
i hear men talk to find none near
I see cold eyes looking down here
what is this place? where i feel fear
it saturates me can't you feel it to?
It's everywhere the thing so cold
I can't feel myself numbed by the frost
I can't wait to awake from this
from this cursed, sullen madness
MEMORIES OF AN EMPIRE
Oh I look on towers strong aloft the hills where Romans dwell
The ever quaint townships the fortresses impenetrable
Memories of empire forged of steel
Memories of Roma borne on the seven hills
Oh for Rome I lament fallen parapets lying on your ashes
Oh for the Empire I lament A thing so beautiful lost to dark
So in my heart I keep a place for Rome to dwell never lost
Greatest memories I have for you and ever shall I remember, the city on the seven hills
MY COLD HEART
My soul is cold warm fires gone
I lie in my bed weary eyes shut
My memories bring back suffering again
I'm tired of lies sick with deceit
So I lie in my room, ingnoring the loud knocks
My mind slowly drifting into uneasy sleep
All peace gone soul still cold
DARK KING
The dark king rests, cold and weary
his eyes dull from days long gone
Hades longs for what he has ever lost
The light of the sky the warmth of the sun
He longs for the Earth domain of Zeus
But he stays 'lone hidden under earth
And evermore will Hades mourn stony eyes teary.
ATLANTIS
Atlantis lies under depths
glory past long before
But under the sea one can hear the song
The mournful melody of greatness gone
Oh, Atlantis! I long for you
Lost to ocean dark and blue
Greatest of nations under the azure skies
I reach for you and find only ruin
But yet I still mourn for you Atlantis under the deep blue
A POEM
Warm fires burn gold butter churns
my sould is content not world weary
I wake with a start dark alley so dreary
And I go back to sleep red eyes leering
PERSIA
Star rise over Great King's lands
Lord of Asia King of Persia
Persia has now passed under Muslim tide
The Sassanids The Achaemenids
Lost to time Lost to memory
Yet still in Persia the stars will shine
As they did over the old Empire
Over ol' citys capitals of lore
FREE
I am free to touch the sky
I am free to run all night
Free as an eagle hard at flight
Free as the wind whisping around
Free in my mind feeling so light
Always free lost to my endless glee
LEARN TO FLY
gonna learn to fly find those moments in the sky
gotta reach for the sky find my soul as I fly
IMAGINE
Imagine a kingdom __by the dark seas Sandy shores shine __by sea shells lined
Imagine the banners __trimmed with gold The light of good __pervading all
Imagine a kingdom __where all can happen Imagine the kingdom __of lost Atlantis
NOTHING
I feel the warmth I feel the cold
But yet I don't Also I'm numb
I'm nobody I'm nothing
SEPULCHRE'S CROWN
Forth lept Jerusalem's King Noble and proud 'top tall steed Sword glimmering and helm tall Cross ashine on proud chest
Lord's might none contests His banners o'er desert lands Gold cross on blue The symbol of knights proud and true
Sepulchre's crown now lies in dust Valiant sword lost to rust Kingdom lain to all but waste Great King Baldwin interred with haste
HORROR
Pallid moon shines, Dreary house still.
A shadow passes, Crying innocence.
Blood is spilled, Blades soaked in gore.
Phantoms screech, Hiding dead faces.
Thunder explodes, Grim abode exposed.
A skull lies barren, Demanding its due.
Souls wail, My heart beats fast.
Death arrives, Scythe in hand.
Despaired I cry, "Horror!"
My light lost In reaper's shade.
ANOTHER RISES, ANOTHER FALLS
Demons ascending, Angels falling Spirals of light, Powers in motion Another rises, Another falls
Kings ruling, slaves dredging Petty souls, Things of greed Another rises, Another falls
Empires dominate, Cities rot Rome gold-clad, Babylon ruined Another rises, Another falls
Children born, Elders pass New to replace, Old to rust Another rises, Another falls.....
JUDGEMENT
The moon afloat, Silence around
A heart cries out, "When will come My judgement true?!" To cold night sky
The soul aflame, Desperation abounds
A phantom wails, "Desperate heart, your judgement shan't come!" To the seraph fallen
THE FALL OF MAN
I hearken in the bloody hour, Kings at war for their interest, Rot eating the red flowers, Death has taken our nation's best.
Nations on their knees forced down, Fabled cities lain to waste, All have abandoned the old town, Leaving in the greatest haste, Wishing mercy from a crown, Tasting such a horrible taste From the Great King's frown, On his monument praised.
The Fall of Man is nigh, Under the immortal sky, Powers watching faintly sigh, As they bejeweled gaily fly.
A BIZZARE POEM
Begging for forgiveness taken, Fallen souls of the forsaken, Torment for their blackened hearts, Carried down in cursed carts.
They will rue the Demon Day, Of mercy they know nought, On Earth they no longer stay, Fallen into rot, In the land of demons fay.
THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
Give me no port, On the twilight coast.
To us no landing Is given.
For hell stays Cap'n's hands, But we shall not stop going.
The Flying Dutchman, Scion of the abyss.
Peace to none we shall eternal give, Rest to none of those who live.
We sail the briny seas, Within the great keys.
But we are fallen, Never to go back.
The Dutchman's crew, The Dutchman's crew.
Out of which the storms will brew, On waters lonely.
But let us rejoice! Fill hell with our voice!
For we still ride, Though we can not make port!
We make war on the lands, And endless row.
Drums beating, Whips lashing.
On our galley broken, The Flying Dutchman true.
A POEM
Covered in black, Sovereign o'er none, Your fallen angel, Hoping for more, Dreaming of light.
Beat me down, But don't leave me, Pull back the curtains, Let blood flow, But don't leave me, In my lonely Hell, Take me with you Back to Heaven.
THE SYBIL'S DIARIES PART ONE
"Once Upon a midnight dreary...."
A Hand reaches from a purple curtain, Of what sort I am not certain, I hear the music rise and fall, Atop the organ rising tall, Signaling the rise of the veil, Bringing also a faint wail.
"While I pondered weak and weary...."
Calling forward a dancing horde of the greatest majesty, A hundred mimes keeping time in this play of tragedy, Whirling, whirling, hurrying 'round to the forlorn sounds, Racing, Racing, beginning to bound as the golden king is crowned, They rhyme and exclaim their thoughts and their joys and their forgotten dreams As the conductor proudly beams.
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December...."
Screams of joy and bouts of laughter, Seeming as some ghastly slaughter, The painted faces of the actors, The tools of the play's enactors, A flute sings into the night, Warning of the heroes flight.
"As each seperate ember wrought its dying ghost upon the floor...."
A rustle is heard in the curtains that herd the dark cast to the back wall, It seems to give way under their weight and back they shall fall, "Stop this!" I cried into the solemn air, No one to hear in red velvet seats as I was alone there, The phantom troop stood high and stopped the doom that seemed nigh, Smiling their smiles and performing their whiles from up on high.
"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore'...."
A flash and a light that beams lonely down, Highlighting the image of a gold crown, The diadem is given unto the one of heaven, His head downcast and great moment passed, The court was assembled, And the world then trembled.
"Take thy beak from my heart and thy form from off my door!...."
It began to slow down with the conductors frown, The anonymous hand stretching to signal the down, That great mimic troop came to rest and to stoop, They all leaving in perfect order, Crossing back through nights cold border, The curtain came rushing down, Torn satin forcing me to flee 'round.
THE SYBIL'S DIARIES PART TWO
"Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...."
The night is calling me as I lie in light, Nightmares haunting me on the moon, Fearsome fears and a haunting tune, Leave, leave me in my place, Hide my face.
"But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token...."
Give me, give me my Lady fair, Leave this soul her golden hair! Take my life and my heart and mind, If only her I can find! My heart broken.
"Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning...."
Demon's calling as I'm falling Hell's legions marching forward. To me is granted only one word, As I leave my love fair. Goodbye.
"In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore...."
The phantom wails all rise to no avail, I shall never truly fail While the light was rising. "Curse you, curse you" I weakly cry, Wishing to fly.
"'Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store'...."
"Yes, yes!" I muttered, while soul within me sputtered, "Lies they speak, of Lenore!" I then spoke more, "My beauty lives in these lands of heaven, To me kindly by God given. Under blue sky.
"'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!...."
But they left not ever me, Though I believed that I was free, Crying "No!" in wretched agony, Foaming and raving maddeningly, Fallen.
IN MEMORY OF ROME
Rome is alight, Come there tonight.
The people are dancing, Oh, they are dancing!
The torches are lighting, Gladiators fighting, While Mars looks on.
Augustus is proceeding, In chariot strong, None are impeding, From the great throng.
For Rome I dream! Seven hilled city, On who Romulus once proudly beamed, But now is ruin. For you I yearn, Where all roads turn, The forum mighty, Watched by the deities.
But Rome is lost, Scarred and burned.
And on the Capitol I lie the night time, Waiting for that special time, When She will return.
PERSIA
Fallen from empyreal grace, Removed from the Earth's face, Kings laid low and betrayed, Armies crushed and dismayed.
But maybe you live! You never die! Persia, on ancient high, Under the immortal skies. Mazda has not left you yet! None 'bout you may forget, Who defeated the Romans.
Hope means naught, For you eternal lie, Great King's ghosts left for golden shores, Truth defeated by Muslim fools.
DEATH OF A DREAM
Inverse lines, the lies of mine, Death of a dream, with much malign, The death across the old streamline, My love, with no goodbyes, Inverse lines, the lies of mine.
Siren ringing, the call of longing, Death of a dream, no longer belonging, The death among the warmongering, Their hate, with no reprieve, Siren ringing, the call of longing.
Obeisance given, the submission of heaven, Death of a dream, out was love driven, The death outside by those beriven, My loss, with no last glance, Obeisance given, the submission of heaven.
The thunder hallows the impure night, I hope someone will set things aright, Because I will beg rightly At the feet of the almighty, For my dream to live.
'TWAS NOTHING
'Twas nothing to my mortal eyes, The fading of the Earth, the fall of the skies, When I called upon the gods of old, Who once so struggled eternal, bold.
For the world is blighted, The dogs of war delighted, Kings and Kingdoms lain to waste, By the hand of death erased.
The siren call of fallen ones, Echoes throughout the broken ruins, Once a city, a pride of its people, Now a haunt, a nest for the night.
Such are the visions of the future I see, From which we all hope to quickly flee, But I will embrace the Fall of Man, I will make the final stand.
THE IDES OF MARCH
The Ides of March descending, Led by ghosts, never-ending, A time of ill-fortune for those who have led The legions and hosts the Romans have bred.
Who could have ever forseen such a day? For which the scion of the Caesars would coldly repay His battles and revolutions he had fought in the noon, As the Republic prepared for the ascent of the moon, A general for the ages to never forget, A dictator for the people to admire and love, Julius Caesar the duly beloved.
But his ascent will be checked by another, Whose blood is derived not from a legitimate mother, The last free Roman to bestride the ages, His story passed on by elderly sages, Who would cast of all ties of kinship, Fighting for a cause lost to us all, Brutus the hero would memorably fall.
A memory by the Romans never forgotten, The people of the city by Romulus begotten, On the Ides of March descending, Led by ghosts, never-ending, The gods would hear of the death of their chosen.
THE ISLAND AT WORLD'S END
The Ocean's coming in, At our island at world's end, Where Heaven meets the Earth, Where Hell has no sway.
A paradise as never known, Older than the oldest stone, Calling for those lost at sea, Where they can in their minds always flee, To the island at world's end, To the island at world's end.
No words can express, The feeling of an endless rest, Where dreams come true While I stand on the white sandy shores, On the island at world's end, On the island at world's end.
Land of souls with no refuge, Next to the light's eternal deluge, Calling, calling, As I'm falling, falling, Into my dreamland, My mind's utopia.
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