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by Chris Nichols and Jon Winter End of the
Multiverse |
by John Kastronis NEW
Erinyes Celestial Sorrow |
by Ruin deKaye Nilesia, My Love |

The
Succubus' Wedding
(An excerpt from a longer piece)
by Chris Nichols and Jon
Winter
<verse>
Her skin of silk, her eyes acharm,
Her voice of glass, her flaming hair.
I sense her lust, she means me harm,
My heart is hers, I do not care.<chorus>
Sing, sing, in love I sigh
Without her touch, I'll surely die.
Weep, weep, my death is nigh,
And by her lips I die.<finis>
My heart is ice, my tongue is stone,
My blood runs cold, my spirit fled.
Dead fields of joy where salt is sown,
My love has gone and left me dead.
Every night, she haunts my dreams,
I see her there before me,
Her slender hands and long, lithe arms,
Are reaching out towards me.When I close my eyes, I see her face,
Her eyes are like embers,
Reflecting her fiery soul,
When I wake up I only remember,
That she is very beautiful.
Feathery wings cloaked in shadow,
Hair like molten copper-gold,
Lips as red as bloods sweet wine,
One glance and my soul was sold.When she finally comes for me,
And I know that eventually, she will,
I am willing to go to her,
Though she comes only to kill.I will walk into her arms,
And step out of my dreams,
I go forward into eternal night,
When darkness muffles my screams.
Angel
of the Damned
by John
Kastronis
Here I am
the creature with a heart of jade.
I hate the world
and the pain that I've made.I love the girl
with the rosy lips and violet eyes,
but love's not ours
and the goodness that is me dies.I hate everything without cause,
into despair I fall.
I want to kill the world
and destroy life and soul and allKill the newborn child
because life's not worth the pain.
This girl that I love,
she's hope and joy's bane.Evil needs good
but there's no good in the skies.
My soul's shrivelled and weak
Hell burns cold and goodness diesEvil's just a metaphor,
Not even angels are pure.
I left heaven, hell let me in
that girl's lovely as she's ever been.
A
Sinker at the End of the Multiverse
with his Love, Linnole
by Phill
Howard
Let us dance, Linnole, with entropy,
There's nothing left but you and me,
It crumbled down and was blown away...
By the very powers that held the balance in sway.
The Multiverse is over, it's dead, we've won.
All is decay and destruction 'neath the bloated red sun.
Isn't it beautiful? Isn't it great?
We've brought down everything the powers create!
It's what I've been living for! It's what I believe!
But... why are you trembling like a pale withered leaf?
I love you my darling, I did it for you!
All the glorious darkness and chaos which has since ensued.
But why shrink away? Do not be afraid!
Are you mourning for everything I've unmade?
Can you not see the higher design?
Can you not realise we are the last remnant of Time?
Alas I can see, you do not truly believe.
For you miss the old ways, you secretly bereave.
Please forgive me my dear, but I know you'll understand
That what I do next is forced upon my hand...*** The chilling winds blow and I shiver and shake
All I need now is for one final earthquake
To open the ground and swallow us whole,
Myself and the body of my dear, dead Linnole.
My sword, like my faith,
Lies rusting here, broken,
There's so much I should have done,
Too many words left unspoken,
But its far too late,
And I'm too far gone,
I'm broken in two,
My faith lost in you.My shield, like my strength,
Has been scattered to the winds,
For all the great deeds that I've ever done,
All that counts are my sins,
But it's far too late,
And I'm too far gone,
I'm broken in two,
My faith lost in you.My hope, like belief,
Has brought only grief,
And my helm, a defence,
Like the smoke from incense,
Is a screen between you,
And the love I once knew.Wholly corrupted, horribly divine,
All that is yours had once been mine,
And all that I wish for,
For all that remains,
The loss of devotion,
For which I took pains,
My penance for my sins,
The prayers for my soul,
The alms for the poor,
Never left me feeling whole.My armour, like my love for you,
Once protected me from anger's hate,
My god, you know, I've taken too many blows,
There's nothing to do but wait,
But I'm too far gone,
And it's far too late,
I'm broken in two,
My faith lost in you.
Nilesia,
My Love
From a (dead) Mercykiller's journal
by Chris Nichols
[Chris Says: Views expressed here
in are NOT mine...just some stupid berk's]
It is only just that beauty...begets righteousness.And thus it is only just that my factol...
is who she is.For as justice is the beauty, my factol...
is justice and beauty in one.Nilesia...
Nilesia...Factol of the righteous, factol of the...
damned.A pale blue hand that tips the scales...
to justice.My mistress, my factol, my vision,...
my love, my all.Nilesia...
Nilesia...Now, light and beauty, justice and...
mercy.I stride the iron planes of Acheron...
searching.Would you even join your faithful, loving...
Justicar?Nilesia...
My love.
Angel, these white wings I see,
They are torn and broken,
That celestial divinity has been stripped away,
And angel, you still mourn for me --
You say I've lost my way.Angel, those beautiful blue eyes of yours,
They gaze at me with love and hope,
A loveliness that wounds me deep
And angel, so you still plead with me,
Like I am some lost follower.Angel mine, please understand,
Why I do not fall before you,
Like your dark mirror, I know my path,
And so I warn you, angel love,
Lest you feel my wrath.Oh, but angel, did I not forewarn you?
To mind that you keep your holiness yours?
That I am not lost, and to me, you are not found,
That I have my own final source?
But angel, you seek to force your way.Angel mine, you're ruined and bleeding,
And truly, I've broken your way,
But angel mine, although you cry,
And plead that I would stay,
Angel love, your white wings stained
You say you feel my pain,
But angel mine, you and I,
We both know --
You'll never fly again.
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