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Dark Forest

I have wandered into the Dark Forest
The legs did the walking, had nowhere to go
Without a hint of a flicker, this lonely place
Don't worry, I know the roads by heart

Darkness as empty as the walker's mind
Save for the knowledge of a life left behind
There is no fear, this road feels compulsory
And it leads to the forest's rotten heart

I have descended the Well of Misery
A refuge for the lost and afflicted
The walls familiar, these depths are new
Down the chilly innards of the well

At its deep bottom lies an entity
A demon shaped such as a newborn
The vile brat removes from its slumber
To feed on a sweet lost soul.
 
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Found this on an external drive, have absolutely no memory of writing it:


Grey waves on a blood red shore

On my last day the sun is setting

A raven flying, black messenger

Corpse-World awaits.


Gallows-Gate gaping

Hel-Hound howling

Winter winds chill me, freeze me.


To Allfather

Death-Dealer

Corpse-Chooser

Shape-Shifter

Word-Weaver

Bound-Breaker

Feud-Forger

War-Wielder

Gold-Giver

Tide-Turner

My ride takes me.​
 
I don’t even have a title for this one, just kinda came out.

Doth the burning citadel
In flames and flash fall down
All that we built together
Shattered on the ground
Or do we pick up the pieces
And weave back in the thread
And cast the luck again and
Into eternity we tread?
 
“Stardreaming”
Wouldst a dream dreamt in twilight
Forced under the canopy by a lost soul
Stricken with misguided ailments
Cursed beyond the reaches of God’s light
Ever once return home by the sailing sun
Lofty and proud on its crimson bed
Of roses torn in the summer sky
On wings of moons yet to be climbed
And here the secrets unveiled
Bursting forth in a rapturous wound
Here is the answer that one may wish to find
It’s the dreamers that have made the world turn ‘round.
 
LIFE ETERNAL

the root of mankind was fraud
a forgery we tied in a knot
what wasn't real was oh so real
and i never looked back on the odds

what can i say but farewell
now i must head towards my hell
but i'll look back and smile because all the while
i'm really feeling quite well

don't forget me when i'm gone
i won't forgot you in song
though the days will run long i will cut back this wrong
and i'll carved out a hole in my heart

winter is coming again
and so i will retreat from the domain of men
into blackest night i will never see the light
so don't call me back home again

so long my friends until we meet again
it was fun while it lasted just the same
and in the depths of your minds don't close up o'er time
one day you will see that i was quite sane

if life is eternal then let me lay myself to rest.
 
A friend of mine is moving away and after contemplating how to write about my sort of emotional mindset for a while, this just poured out in a matter of minutes.

“Vicissitudes”

Sequins and a stab of lust on a velvet rug
Mannequins of golden rust fill in what we dug
Solar empires, fading tides, lakes swim back to shore
Time expires, Kronos abides to trip us up once more

Satin emeralds of red and blue wring my rugged neck
Holy cards long overdue are flipped out from the deck
Starry eyes bead out of the night catching my wandering glare
Frozen skies, and my sight was simply never there

Hallowed beauties of ancient days turn to dirt and stone
Sacred duties of the strays cut them to the bone
Honor and glory, in flows the pain, sealing up your stitch
Here’s your story, know thy name, you’ll lie there in the ditch

Sacks of barley, rotting dry, break away my mind
Known you hardly, take my eye, and leave it all behind
What you were and what you’ll be I’m never one to know
The pot is stirred, I’m tossed in the sea, to go where it will flow
 
Belsatzar (Heinrich Heine)

Die Mitternacht zog näher schon;
In stummer Ruh lag Babylon.

Nur oben, in des Königs Schloss,
Da flackert’s, da lärmt des Königs Troß,

Dort oben, in dem Königssaal,
Belsatzar hielt sein Königsmahl.

Die Knechte saßen in schimmernden Reih’n,
Und leerten die Becher mit funkelndem Wein.

Es klirrten die Becher, es jauchzten die Knecht’;
So klang es dem störrigen Könige recht.

Des Königs Wangen leuchten Glut;
Im Wein erwuchs ihm kecker Muth.

Und blindlings reißt der Muth ihn fort;
Und er lästert die Gottheit mit sündigem Wort.

Und er brüstet sich frech, und lästert wild;
Die Knechtenschaar ihm Beifall brüllt.

Der König rief mit stolzem Blick;
Der Diener eilt und kehrt zurück.

Er trug viel gülden Geräth auf dem Haupt;
Das war aus dem Tempel Jehovas geraubt.

Und der König ergriff mit frevler Hand
Einen heiligen Becher, gefüllt bis am Rand’.

Und er leert ihn hastig bis auf den Grund,
Und rufet laut mit schäumendem Mund:

Jehovah! dir künd’ ich auf ewig Hohn, –
Ich bin der König von Babylon!

Doch kaum das grause Wort verklang,
Dem König ward’s heimlich im Busen bang.

Das gellende Lachen verstummte zumal;
Es wurde leichenstill im Saal.

Und sieh! und sieh! an weißer Wand
Da kam’s hervor wie Menschenhand;

Und schrieb, und schrieb an weißer Wand
Buchstaben von Feuer, und schrieb und schwand.

Der König stieren Blicks da saß,
Mit schlotternden Knien und todtenblaß.

Die Knechtenschaar saß kalt durchgraut,
Und saß gar still, gab keinen Laut.

Die Magier kamen, doch keiner verstand
Zu deuten die Flammenschrift an der Wand.

Belsatzar ward aber in selbiger Nacht
Von seinen Knechten umgebracht.
 
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