my new poems

Started by XvampbenjiiX66624 pages

lol thanks Bun Bun. it's a work in progress. i have to think of a good battle scene for it now

You're welcome 😊

It'll be epic i know it 😄

so far i've been getting good feed back. even one of my favorite vocalist (Xaphan from Kult ov Azazel who i know personally) likes it. i have it up on my facebook

i'm thinking i'm going to add the battle scene either later today or tomorrow

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

I really like it!! I vote yes put it in ✅

lol woot. thanks Bun Bun

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~

Whoa damn. Very dark. Good description I could easly see that in a movie or something.

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Beans Beans the magical fruit.
The more you eat the more you toot!

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 kills

But she suffers inside
from burning desire
Unable to fulfill her
own lust

For her lust is so strong
Her body is crumbling
So sick is her body
and mind

But 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.

Originally posted by Rogue Jedi
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Yeah, we love them dude but what purpose does that serve here?

thanks and just ignore them. they're attention seekers

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

Neat stuff ya have here.