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Poems
Apr 7, 2008 16:30:08 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 7, 2008 16:30:08 GMT -5
Lost Muse/In The Pit
I have no muse. I have no love. I lost it all, in one big fall.
Into the darkness I slide, with no sign of the light. No sign of that from which I'd come, no sign of where I was or when I'd be done.
I fall into this pit, of dark despair. All around me there is darkness, with few dots of light.
All around me I see others, lost in the darkness, same as I. Some are closer to the light, some are farther, but none can see.
I lost my love. I lost my muse. I lost it all, in that pit of dark despair.
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Poems
Apr 7, 2008 16:32:16 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 7, 2008 16:32:16 GMT -5
Demons in the Dark
They lurk among the shadows. They stalk from the trees. On the wings of darkness they come, to drag the world into the pit.
They shine among the light, and offer false hope. They act as muses for the mortals, but take away their gifts.
They fool the mortals. Tricking humans to follow them into the dark, rather than follow the true muses into the light. They lead the mortals to the pit.
The Master of demons lies in wait. She sings her infernal song to the lost, to lead them further from the light, and into her dark embrace.
For all eternity.
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Poems
Apr 7, 2008 16:34:34 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 7, 2008 16:34:34 GMT -5
The Eternal Requiem
The pit comes for me. It plays its infernal song, bringing false hope to all those who hear. The false hope of escape.
This song, this requiem of the dark, it draws in all who hear it. While they believe it will lead them to the light, it only drags them deeper into the pit.
Into the darkness.
But within this Serenade of Darkness, there is a note of truth. For as the music begins to fade, a song of hope, will begin to play.
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Poems
Apr 7, 2008 16:38:01 GMT -5
Post by Reaper on Apr 7, 2008 16:38:01 GMT -5
Jewels in the Sky
Twinkling gems high in the sky. Far from the reach of mortal means. HIgher than the strongest bird can fly. Farther than any can begin to dream.
Rain
Moving softly in the breeze and swiftly in the wind. Twirling in a whirlwind of pink and white. A cascade of color and a sweet aroma assail the senses. When the wind calms, the color stops until it starts again.
She is All
Her eyes sparkle like the brightest stars. Her skin, as soft as the smoothest pettle. Her beauty, beyond any flower. Her mind, sharper than any blade. She is all I have ever wanted. She is all I have ever needed.
Her name is synonoumous with beauty, grace, and intelligence. Every movement as graceful as a dancer's. Ever word as beautiful as a poet's. She is unmatched by anything on this, or any other, plane. She is all I have ever wanted. She is all I have ever needed.
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