Something Wicked This Way Passes

sad poems

feeds@yuku.com (sadpoems) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 08:46:16 GMT

i write only sad poems.

I think it`s the best feeling in the world because it`s so powerfull! i mean when you are happy and shinny you are almost blind. you dont see everything when you happy, infact you ignoring everything arrounds you. but when you are sad, you open yourself to the dark of the night and let youself feel other things too!

Our Blood Stained Rites ( Brothers Of Lupine Reprise 3)

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 13:19:10 GMT

Our Blood Stained Rites ( Brothers Of Lupine Reprise 3)

I again call to my brothers
We are of the Canis Lupine
Sweet Azrael,
Is our guardian and protector
Lady Luna ,
Leads us home with haunted cries
But we can no longer slumber in
Her tender mercies

For man must
Be shredded upon the
Silvery earth they have made
Brown & Barren
And pay for our caged brethen
Which for centuries
Have made our crimson...

The Edge

feeds@yuku.com (indigoleaves) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 03:37:13 GMT

C'mere and let me
feel the pulse deep within
that neck and oh yes
the scent of an intoxicating life
flowing within

Just one taste
will send me over the

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Hollow is the victory.

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Wed, 06 May 2009 22:23:59 GMT

Hollow is the victory
empty is the shell
the love that briefly passed has fled
the shining Angel fell.

Eyes that laughed have now grown cold
lips that kissed have shrivelled;
youth has given way to sin
whom now shall I cherish?

The temple gate has been thrown down
the gods have long since perished,
Spring is but a memory
plundered of its treasure.

Little child wandering in the meadows
the bee or dragonfly will not...

Miasmal Love - Willowdown and trinimade

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Wed, 06 May 2009 22:19:22 GMT

Beneath my mantlepiece volcanos belch
and outside monstrous toad-things squelch.
sitting on a book-lined shelf
an old brass goblin chortles and rubs its hands;
on my desk a very slow Hourglass
counts out infernal sands.
This is the season of waiting
when rain is thick and heavy:
in rotten jungles beyond the edge of the town
witches and ogres grimace and frown,
squeezing the heavens from their wet clothes.
Dragons twitch beneath the...

For I Am Wolf ( B.O.L.R 2 )

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 14:24:01 GMT

I am wolf
Calling upon my brothers
Beside Lady Luna's Light
Living in Azrael's ivory embrace
Knowing of all impending fates

My pack is that of only
The warriors us
All Canis lupine
Bleeding for a fleeting
Honour
And fallen only as Vahallha's gates
Open

Shredding the virus of hate
They breed
And making our creed
Of Thanatos , ring righteousness and
That of the truth
United we must be in...

The Chalice Of The Dark Rose ( NSR 2)

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:17:51 GMT

I live only inside your whisper
Cursing the wisp of her scented winds
Still living beside
All the Earth's dying romance
And its crimson running tears

Dancing beside Eden's deafing
Shadows
Left only with its chebrus
Shaded dealings

In the fields of beautiful orchids
None has ever shined so brightly
As the eternal night song
A hazel eyed moon goddess
Named Cynitha

Sweet Azrael ,
Can we open our...

Ode to a Gate

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 11:27:09 GMT

At this crossroads
The simple did kneel;
And here did feel fear.

Yonder, the portal;
And beyond...
What blackness invites!
The day wanes despite the light
For it is not mine to shine so,
But for me to open for thee
To know freedom...

To know light;

What horrors might emerge, are as
The noose of the weedy ivy
Loosed within the garden;
My heart will die.

A small price, my heart;
Yet it has faith...

Widows Fire ( Death's Embrace 2 )

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:13:56 GMT

O , gothic mother
Sweet lady luna
Azrael spread your mighty dark wings
Shadow these coming battles
Here beyond this keep

Open her frigid heart
Of eternity
And let us dance
Beside the widows fire
Together fighting near
Against our insanity
Trying hard not to be
Shallowed by the damp grounds
Hallow

Do we still drink
From the chalice of the dark rose
Getting drunk on its elixirs
That define our union...

Night Song Reborn (Must Read Award)

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 15:29:33 GMT

I walk upon these
Damp grounds
Calling through all of
Life's strife
Becoming the collector
The one of grief and sorrow
And living of deeper understanding

All must enter upon my domain
When thier spirit light
Has become
Weak and weary

But a few still are
my companions
And know my name not of pain
But of an etheral glowing fire
I am the Angel Azrael
And stand with Lady Luna
Forever side by side...

Necrophylla

feeds@yuku.com (Willowdown) — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 21:18:50 GMT

I lay with the corpse of old love
upon this bed of autumn leaves
and decaying blossoms
wherein pale worms and maggots breed
and feed upon desire's final
wind-cast seed.
I caress the last thin strands
of pallid golden hair
still clinging to your grinning skull,
once a living, fragrant stair
I climbed to perfumed, bright-eyed heaven
but now only ghouls and demons dare
to scale the fragile winding thread
to kiss the thing...

Sequel

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Sat, 22 Nov 2008 11:23:28 GMT

Pursuant:
on the trail of red might dip in dread-
let never the heart be truant
as lesson's truth may not be found;
for passion knows nor cares of earthly bounds~

Aftermath

Dripping...
this sound; what I hear
slowly penetrating through the crimson caul
of battle's blinding rage-
and slowly,
as senses returning,
a very real and visual nightmare, ghastly
in it's depths of reddening...

Dreams Of Thanatos ( A Necromance Tribute 3 )

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 12:20:52 GMT
Whip the whispers of my gothic cherbus
Upon these cold night song winds
Shed your tears upon my bony ivory hands
And play its haunting meldioes
On the lyre at the gates of many Edens
Rest my children in the spire
Of the damp earth's welcoming call

I no longer kiss the widow's enchanting orchid
But still remain trapped eternal
Beside the autumn's lustful fires
The rites of passage
Even...

RIP Honorium

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 10:54:58 GMT

still,
she sits
on the skeletal fingers
of a giant,
guarding door;

once raven haired
now raven,
here she leads-

silent stoney dancers
gather,
crowding garden floor;

and here the ticking heart
no more shall bleed.

sits the raven
silent,
nor will answer;

for answer danced away
to love no more-

yet eerie laughter rings
for ever...
more;

still
...

Embattled Passage

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 18:12:10 GMT
From... A Tale in Red

The Unmercilfull

At dusk, under leaden skies
and on some nameless hill,
it's side, I emerge
far from anywhere,
all hope gone;

for as I gaze across what below
catching glimpses of nightmarish shapes...

I sense their scuttling-
hear their hated muttering-
feel their desperate need;
then brazen laughter!... my own!-

So let them...

Charred

feeds@yuku.com (indigoleaves) — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 00:53:28 GMT
Charred heart beats like
uneasy drum beats in the night
when love drips crimson
from unseen wounds
left by harsh words
dangling from invisible threads
to dance like carved up
puppets with blood
tears raining down from
hollow eyes
gouged out by fingernails

The Eye of Thanatos ( A Necromance Tribute Pt 2 )

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 13:51:19 GMT
I am like a spreading virus
Your pale horseman
An angelic spirit of spoken languages
Seen as truest sorrow
My son and daughters are dark and mystical
We fly free south of Eden's burning grace
North in this life
guardians of the widow's mace

As I brush the ebon ashes
of the autumn harvest moon
Calling in all its infinite wisdom
Only to find the blackest heart comforting
And the orchids...

BlueTooth

feeds@yuku.com (Bogrem) — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 16:51:49 GMT
They called it:
yet the thing new nothing of the abstract
appreciation of color
nor other uses for teeth
but what it was told-

oh...there was a blue in the eyes,
yes,
but a blue of merciless consumption...
an assumption inherent
that all life was food
and it, The God.

And The God grew
with food.

The Artist's Painting

feeds@yuku.com (Macabre) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 16:48:47 GMT
Opened up my eyes adjust-
I can feel the rust 'neath my
fingernails
and I swallow this acid rain as
barbed chains warp and twist my legs.
Held high,
so high,
I see the mountains and I can see them burn.
Honeybee, sweat pea
is it you or is it me?
Is it him or is it she?
Lift me up and tear me out,
the canvas glass has so much more to be than
lies, so many lies,
just tear me out and I swear you can be free.
Frantic...

Thanatos Whispers ( A Necromance Tribute Pt 1)

feeds@yuku.com (DarkwingGoth2002) — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 20:26:01 GMT

Thanatos whispers
but can you hear
the brush of his ivory hands
across the infinite heavens
or in the autumn his dark wings
on the song of the necromance
the creed of his ancient pact sealed
on the damp ground

Gothic cherbus forever rejoice
Be free of all
your earthly burdens
Fly on home beside me
Release the pale horseman
And always remember in the shadows
you can cherish a dimming light
your soul is welcome...