i know this is a bit off topic...but is it wrong to still want to be with someone who hurt you in the past? to still remember the good and smile like it did when they happened? to hear that person's voice call you their only once again? i hate it so much that i want her back and know i can't. what the Hell is wrong with me
the battle scene (add: yes or no?)
our blades ring in the air
as they our summoned.
their ringing cut short
as they slice through flesh.
they have the taste of blood
bodies litter the ground,
the dead lay still
as the dying pray for mercy.
to answer their prayers,
we sink our blades into their hearts
our numbers scarcely decline
but the Legion is of countless souls.
our slaughter never slowing,
never showing a sign of weakness.
failure is not an option!
one by one angels are slain.
the body count rises with each second.
trumpets howl through the air,
signaling for their retreat.
this is where it ends!
we follow their retreat.
the slow and wounded
are the first to fall in our attack.
the new blood spill brings out our rage.
the angels and their kingdom falls.
this is inbetween the 6th and 7th stanza...tell me if it should be added or not
Day of Reckoning (finished version)
so now i walk,
walk down this bloody path.
army of the Unholy,
legion of darkness,
follows closely behind
our target in sight,
the gates of heaven.
victory shall be ours,
it will be ours!
tonight we dine on the holy
clouds roll in high above us.,
rumbling with the threat of storms.
our hearts beat rapidly.
today is the day the holy kingdom
falls into nothingness
we halt are march and wait.
our breathing becomes faster,
the longer we wait.
preparing ourselves for the final battle,
this is our day of reckoning
lightning cracks in the sky,
thunder growls at all around us.
our battle cry is unleashed as we advance.
there will be blood tonight
as the blood of the holy taints our steel.
we reach the gate under a hail of arrows.
some have fallen, but there are still many.
the gates fail under us,
our advance into heaven is unlike any plague
the slaughter begins!
our blades ring in the air
as they our summoned.
their ringing cut short
as they slice through flesh.
they have the taste of blood
bodies litter the ground,
the dead lay still
as the dying pray for mercy.
to answer their prayers,
we sink our blades into their hearts
our numbers scarcely decline
but the Legion is of countless souls.
our slaughter never slowing,
never showing a sign of weakness.
failure is not an option!
one by one angels are slain.
the body count rises with each second.
trumpets howl through the air,
signaling for their retreat.
this is where it ends!
we follow their retreat.
the slow and wounded
are the first to fall in our attack.
the new blood spill brings out our rage.
the angels and their kingdom falls.
angels fall by high numbers.
blood covers the ground,
as if it was always there.
nothing is left untorched
and nothing is left alive.
their resistence is for not.
they crumble under our onslaught.
we have stormed the gates
and besieged the kingdom of lies!
our reign of this land has begun.
for my fallen angel
her head rests gently on her pillow
some of her hair falls over her face
her eyes slowly close,
seeing the world for the last time tonight
even though she is gone from the world
her beauty still radiates strongly
a slight smile touches her soft lips
making the room brighter than it was
she quickly escapes the real world
ending up in a world of dreams
the fallen angel smiles more
as she is greated by a knightmare in shining armor
the knightmare walks up to her
extending his hands to take hers in his.
the fallen angel puts her hand in his,
love and happiness glowing in her eyes
the knightmare guides the fallen angel,
taking her here and there, everywhere.
whatever she wished he granted
after all, she was his fallen angel
the dream continues on,
seeming like days and months
but on the outside it’s only been hours
her night slowly ending with each minute
back in the dream, the sun shines bright
it’s reflection glinting in her beautiful eyes
the knightmare smiles, never wanting to lose her
never wanting her to go away again
they walk down a field of black roses
only stopping once in the middle of the field
so the knightmare can pick a rose for his angel
her smile brightening the day more
the knightmare smiles as they walk
he turns his head and looks into her eyes
leans close to her and whispers:
‘du er alltid min, min engel’
before the fallen angel can reply
a strange sound awakens her
frustration on her face,
she hits her alarm till it stops
she gets ready for her day,
trying to figure out what the knightmare said
confused and impatient
she tries not to concentrate on time
throughout the whole day
the knightmare’s words stay with her
never ceasing to play in her mind
not like she wanted them to though
during her day she falls asleep
exhaustion from work and school taking a toll
as she enters the dream world
the knightmare walks up to her side
she smiles at up at him,
making his heart skip a few beats.
she stares into his eyes and asks
‘what did you say to me before I left?’
he smiles back and takes her hand in his
bringing it to his lips and kisses it
he places her hand on his heart and says
‘you are forever mine, my angel’
the fallen angel’s cheeks turned crimson
her knees started to shake and give away
but the knightmare caught her in time
stopping her from falling to the ground
she steadies herself and leans into him
holding on just in case she gets weak again
she smiles as she closes her eyes
never wanting to leave his touch
with a gasp she awoke once more
looking around in a daze,
she sighs as she returns to her normal day
her knightmare-less, normal day
finally, her day is done
the sun has set in the horizon
the moon peeking behind clouds
she can finally dream once again
her head rests gently on her pillow
some of her hair falls over her face
her eyes slowly close,
seeing the world for the last time tonight
~end~
Ritual of the Fallen
The angel opens her eyes,
Hands tied over her head
Legs strapped down
She screams into the darkness
No sound escapes her mouth
Only now she realises the gag
Silent tears fall down her cheek
Who would do such a thing?
In between her silent cries
She heals a shriek of metal
She looks to the side to see a light,
Light coming through a door
In that light stood a shadow
Moving closer to the angel
As he enters the dark tomb
He closes the door once more
With a metallic bang
The door locks on its own
The angel tries harder than before to move
To scream out for help, for salvation
In the darkness a small hiss is heard
The angel turns her head again,
Staring at a small flame floating,
Coming down onto nothing
As soon as the flame stopped
Another flame grew into the dark
Lighting the area with a dim light
The angel watches as the first flame moves
Four more times the flame lowers
Bringing forth a new flame
Bringing life to a black candle
The angel notes five candles and weeps
She lifts her head, squinting to see
She looks by her side and chokes
In the dim light she can see points
Points drawn in a dark liquid
She closes her eyes, laying back
Knowing full well she is helpless,
Knowing that her time has come to an end
She will be the manditory sacrifice
The dark figure emerges from the shadows
Stepping right up to the angels head
Her eyes widen at the sight of him
Dry of tears, she silently weeps
The figures face was hidden
A simple yet complex mask on his face
Black robes drape over his body
His hands holding a dagger and book
The figure brings the dagger up
Pressing the tip against the angel’s lips
Her eyes close against the cold blade
Her ears filled with a quiet ‘shhh’
The figure walks back into the shadows
The blade leaving the angels lips
Her eyes shut tight, her arms pulling hard
Trying to wake from a non exsisting dream
Her eyes shoot open at the next sound she hears
Chanting, low chanting in the darkness
Sounding as inhuman as a demons laugh
Sending chills up and down her spine
She catches glints of light off the blade
Noting that the figure was walking,
Chanting around her helpless form
Loosing her freedom with each word
The chanting stops right above the angel
She tilts her head up and sees the book open
She tries once more to escape
Only to fail as she had many times
The figure speaks once more:
‘in the name of Satan, my master.
I give to thee this sacrifice
To show you my loyalty, my devotion
Hear my prayers Dark Lord,
And receive this sacrifice as a gift.
In the name of Satan,
Ave Satanas!’ he shut the book
The angel closed her eyes,
Thinking to herself before the end
‘mortal I forgive-‘ her thoughts stopped
Her eyes open wide as the blade plunges
Her last breaths come out ragged,
Forced as blood seeps up from her throat
Her vision slowly fades, the lights dimming out
Her last breath bringing up more blood
The figure removes the dagger from her
Dips the tip of his index finger in the blood
He removes the mask part way
Trailing his finger on his forhead in an inverted cross
He blows the candles out one by one
Moving clockwise around the angel
He picks up the dagger and book
Placing them up his sleeves, he opens the door
He looks back at the angel
Light from the outside filling the tomb
Her body lay lifeless, blood spilling from the wound
Under the mask he smiles as he shuts the tomb
~end~
Originally posted by XvampbenjiiX666
torture thy all!Alone she lies
in her candlelit tomb
casting her spells
on mankind.Her soul, so dark
by evil empowered
The angel of death
fears her.Her lips, so sweat
Her eyes full of darkness
Her beauty is morbid
and cruel.A queen of death
evil and darkness
Dominative,
the true nemesis.Take a look in her eye
then thou will die
Without mercy she tortures
and killsBut she suffers inside
from burning desire
Unable to fulfill her
own lustFor her lust is so strong
Her body is crumbling
So sick is her body
and mindBut allthough she crumbles
in sickly desires
her powers thee never
will bind.For the true queen of evil
Will never be broken
She shall rise up and torture thy all!
Nice poem. very good structure.
the next couple of lyrics are from a joke band i may or may not form. if i did, we'd be under the "new genre" scatgrind, as a joke.
Shit Smeared ***** Face
the shit eating *****
sprawled on her back
mouth wide open
staring at a crack
****** *******
a world class ****
gets ready for some shit
out of another's butt
she closes her eyes
licking her lusty lips
her hands grab her breasts
squeezing her ****
from the brown eye
a small squeak is heard
a smile on her lips
she gets ready for the turd
with a plop onto her face
the brown trout lands
she moans as she licks it
muffling her demands
a second log lands
on top of the first
her excitement rising
she's about to burst
she moves her hands to her face
grabbing the shit on her mouth
she moans as she smears it
and her dam blows down south
eating and squeezing the shit in her hands
she opens her eyes, looking at the ass
she smiles her shit smeared lips
as she is pissed on full blast
the ***** sits up in the filth
her shit filled mouth begging for more
for she is ****** *******
nothing but a shit smeared whore
Razor Wire Dismemberment
A walk in the woods
Shit faced drunk
Arms stretched out
Eyes covered in spunk
The ***** laughs
Until she trips
A searing pain
As her flesh rips
Rolling around
She becomes tangled
Wrapped in razor wire
She feels mangled
Blades cutting the flesh
She screams from fright
Losing an arm
Blood sprays into the night
Her cries become muffled
As the wire cuts her throat
Slicing deep into the neck
Her blood making her soaked
With a final twist
Off pops her head
Blood spurting like a fountain
The drunken ***** is dead
this poem i wrote for a friend. i know shit about dancing so i guessed at it all
as she dances in the dim light
her hearts starts to race
the music moves her body
making her feel more alive
as she slowly twirls on a foot
the violins pick up speed
she closes her eyes
as her body spins faster
her long hair falls onto her shoulders
catching some of the light
the piano matches the violin's speed
she runs and leaps across the stage
her lovely form lands gracefully
stopping perfectly as practiced
her beautiful blue eyes rise
taking in the crowd for the first time
calm and cool as stone
she rises and side steps
stepping into her partners arms
waiting for him to spin her away
in her spin, she closes her eyes
knowing exactly where to stop
knowing exactly where to be
where to open her eyes again
taking in the crowd for a brief second
she turns her head and bows her head
dancing into the ring of light
looking up into the rafters
the light in her eyes sparkle
making her stare more dramatic
looking away from the light
she moves off into darkness
as other dancers move around
she swiftly moves in the shadows
seeming to vanish instantly
before everyone's eyes
in the blink of an eye
her flawless body emerges
parting a trio of dancers
staring ahead into nothingness
as the music starts to slow and fade
she closes her eyes, breathing slowly
she lowers herself to the floor
awaiting the curtains to fall
as the stage lights brighten
she rises with a beautiful smile
she looks around, enjoying the rush
loving the feeling of dance
as the curtain rise once more
she waves to the standing crowd
smiling her beautiful smile
she bows, living for the moment