Lucyann
Black Anathema
Through blackness of my soul
I bear the curse with role
Of sombre anathema.
And mind - the only thole
To save my cruel dreams in.
Light words of blessings perish
Beneath my Darker essence.
I never saw them cherish
Despair within my youth...
Great Satan turned my will
Against dogmatic Church.
Sore burden, holding seal
Dispelled by killing sickness.
Their fear - a worthless weakness
I have become above,
Bereft of those to love,
For exhortations stole
Her precious heart, adored.
Never foul scent in gloom
Of men I sweetly slain
Shall be adverse for me.
They are afraid to see
Black Power I possess...
Even Illumined, Darkness Stays
In this world devoured by Horror,
Born from place of primal malice
One can dream a deadly mirror,
Showing different side of life.
Scent of Love heard in disturbing
Voices, as she begs for help.
But this love is dead and rotting,
As old walls within hotel.
Drops of devastating ruin
Prowl last spirit of slight hope.
Now, abused, cursed and forgotten,
Only He here can not stop...
Blinded puritanic madness,
Craved descending of their God
Invoked endless reign of Horror,
Him, Pure Evil, they awoke.
Look! Lost souls are naught but hatred.
Pain, replaying here is locked
In these walls of red damnation,
She unveils Halo Of Sun...
He enjoyed his simple welfare
In the fog-paved town of ash,
Until chains of endless nightmare
Changed his life forevermore.
Drawn to open his front door,
And observe two dead worlds blend.
Strange infinite dreams won't end
Till the Wisdom Role is over...
Now unthinkable is real.
Strongest fear has many ways.
Welcome to this place of Nightmare
Where illumined, darkness stays...
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Representing Silent Hill
The Funeral Queen
Crowned by Death from Ancient Times,
Gift of mortifying eyes,
Filled with void of ruthless soul
She was lifeless. She was cold...
Old, forgotten darkest gown.
Strident mourning brought them down
To their knees, drawing the gaze
On black coffins scorn by rays.
Gravestones are akin to her.
She, observing broken life,
Drains a mortal by the Scythe
Of her Power, Deadly Lore.
Mordant cries caress her essence,
As if notes of saddest song
Ruling hearts of weeping throng,
And eternal is it's presence.
Funerals consumed by sorrow
Greet her as a greatest guest
In their dead sepulchral feast.
Every grave will be unhallowed...
Mistress of all mortal fates,
Leading holder of Death Gates.
With her heart buried and cold
She forever is enthroned.
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Dedicated to my Beloved
Urbanus Magicus Rosas Diabolica
Nightfall came upon the chapel.
Monastery walls appeased.
Rise with calling rays of sunlight
Whilst thy sisters dreamy ceased.
Throw away all deeds of morrow,
Feel thy present weightless whim.
Monk robes worn by quiet motions.
Come to garden seen within.
Thou observe the grace of morning,
Purified, revived skies,
As thou see those snow-white roses.
Glimpsing drops like latest cries.
Swathed in thorns, bereft of evil
They hold mystery, enshrined,
Given by the Hell-Lord Devil,
Veiled by beauty of Divine.
Thou give in to wave of passion,
Touch this petal faintly dressed.
Fire burning heart to ashes.
Conquered essence, soul obsessed.
Satan now possessed thy body
Through sweet scent of fragrant rose.
Wrenching stun of epilepsy.
Twisted legs, inhuman pose.
Step away before the masters!
Leave her carcass to their will.
Exorcists, salvation casters
Shalt ensnare her darkened mind.
And prevailing over spirit
Sombre voice of Demon heard.
Evidence of pacts is needed
So sincerely signed with blood.
Doth resist, thou, god-sworn mother!
Leaving he abused thy skin.
After judges shalt be smothered
By foul scent of cerumen.
But malefic insomnia
Took her life to depths of Hell...
"Kill me in some beautiful way..."
Winter cloths sweet winds.
Graves are set as mortal seeds.
Thou procure a whim,
Bearing Death as secret dream.
Somewhere in the grove
I once met thy aimless rove.
Crystal precious eyes
Told of quiet soul's demise.
Feminine young skin
Laced with scratches lovely clean.
Gave into embrace...
I observed thy fairest face.
"Kill me..." - was thy plea.
And I sworn of freeing thee.
A sincere, dread vow
There I named and laws were bowed.
Vow into thy heart,
Lost as nymph in Pan's black art.
To thy charming gaze,
Dead, cold as desperate phrase.
Pale light and soft mist
Now illumine thy thin wrist.
Cemetery peace
Can not break foretaste of bliss.
Still, you wish to die
Facing my blood-thirsty eyes.
Thou pronounce a lust
Giving hand with Mortal trust...
First, sharp touch of blade.
Stripes of blood swathed carnal glade.
As thy tender moan
Summoned pain with deep breath drowned.
Trembling in my arms
Sense how nicely dagger harms
Veins within thy flesh.
Fragile neck absorbed a gash.
Withering young waist.
Scarlet flowed with lethal haste.
Gravestone tasted flood.
Frail apparel drenched with blood.
Colder than the ice
Thou became, thy essence dies,
Clothed in my embrace...
Death appeased thy frozen face...
...I adored her beauty
Holding lifeless stance
Pleased with executing wish of cruelty,
Deadly short romance...
A Mess With A Halberd
Slay, my halberd,
Slay them well...
My wrath they can not repel...
Break though blocks, dissolve frail necks.
Gird their bodies with deep hacks...
Here I tread within despair.
In exquisite, hostile lair...
Me and my delightful smile
Eyes observe to dim in dark.
Bleeding edge attacking riles
Silence by shrill cries of pain...
And I dwell on brawny mortal
Pressing long two-handed sword.
Shows his strength by heavy sways.
Duel bears sonorous chords.
But his end comes soon. And choking
In vermilion stream of life
Armored he falls down, invoking
Distant god for honest scythe...
Next to fall is this young knight.
Less is power, growing fright.
After swift attempts of blade
I impale his midst so slight...
...Proud be, Gods, accept my gifts!
One by one greet twitching corpses!
Noble honor, boldness rifts!
Watch me murder thy creations...
Pierce, my weapon,
Slice their flesh...
Through garments of monks thou bash!
For in blood my mantle drowned,
As the Death I am enthroned!
Here comes lord of all this site
So excited, swollen eyes...
Once disturbed in quiet rite
He found my destructive presence.
Hit, another strike of rage!
We fought like both battle masters.
Neutralized by final wave
He descended, lost and broken.
"Where is Reason?!" - I doth question,
As he squirms beneath my glare.
Past observes in ruthless mime
All the deeds we wished and dared
To impose on our life.
Oh, dear foe, thou merely writhe...
"Where is kind and sacred purpose
That thy Orded served for ages?
Throttled should have been the foetus
That turned to such tragic page
In foul book of our path...
Where I once was filled with wrath..."
Thou did not accept my words.
Hearken then to halberd's petting.
Doubts were buried as I pored
Over thy lacklustre eyes...
Pounds of tears I could create,
I became too strong to cry.
Coming here was seen by fate,
Only I have lost reason.
...But if the Revenge is dead
Are those killings just a fad?..
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