Lovers’ dreams

Lovers’ dreams
Night shares a lot of dreams
To those struck by moon’s shiny beams.
Dreams of love,
Brought by a small white dove.
Dreams of the great red rose,
In front of which time froze.
Dreams of raging fire,
Of a lover’s burning desire.
Lovers afar
Are brought together by the wish upon a star.
Dreamers walk through the hall of time,
Until the dawn’s first chime.

Hell

Hell

Skies of fire,
Rain of blood and ash…
Those damned shed
Tears that slash.

Eons have passed…
At the gates of Hell
A cursed keeper
Has to dwell…

Battered and scarred,
Deformed by pain,
He cannot escape
Belzebuth’s reign…

Ages clear,
Now, a poisoned heart,
He was sent
To set saints and sinners apart…

To test and trial
All those on earth…
For many are doomed
Since their very birth.

Crows and ravens...

Crows and ravens...

Crows and ravens
Out of the sky are falling,
Eager to heed
Their master’s calling.

Swans and doves,
Both eternal and white,
Must shield
The lovers’ hearts tonight…

Snakes twine and hiss,
Their venom taints all streams…
Clear drops are no longer enough
For one’s potion of dreams…

Flickers of thought,
Drops of perfume,
Vision of love,
Roses in bloom…

Scorching sea,
Beads of sweat,
Signs of strife,
Ancient threat…

Mortal souls
Have lost their power…
Olden spirits
Feast and devour…

Of dreams and roses

Of dreams and roses

A peaceful night
Of clear sky and full moon…
Both gods and mortals
Shall dream soon…

And, so, we dream
Visions both lurid and sweet…
For, every night, we are
Trapped at Morpheus’ feet…

Visions of passion and lust…
Of a Ruby Rose…
Of a dark goddess
In whose hand Destiny froze…

Visions of purity and light…
Of a Crystal Rose…
Of a fair angel
At whose caress Destiny flows…

Although roses may wither,
The beauty of an angel fades not,
For an angel such as you
Is not easily forgot…

And, in the end,
Our Destiny lies, still,
At the tip
Of the Poet’s quill…

The Knight

The Knight. Mark II. The first one was written in my language. I will translate it eventually.


The Knight (II)

All feelings have been forgotten,
All, but fear and pain.
With those that lost their tears,
He entered a battle without gain.

A heart, impenetrable fortress,
This battle he had to win,
But fear of love
Killed all within.

Once loved,
Now with the fallen he's sleeping,
But he's learned
That love is not worth weeping.

Lost was the battle
And so was his heart.
Lost will be the battles
In which he'll take part.

He's now forever lost.
Once an angel's knight,
Now the gatekeeper
At the entrance of night.

Rusted blade...

I think I have to say that these are posted out of order. As for the Knight's tale, a new part is coming soon.


Rusted blade...

Rusted blade
And bloody armor,
My only friends
Under an old oak’s shade…

Full moon rise…
Come nightmares,
Come dreams…
As all sound dies,

Clouds gather on the sky…
The fire dies out,
Darkness embraces all…
Morpheus draws nigh…

Sights of corpses rotten,
Of battles fought 
Throughout time,
Have not been forgotten…

Crows and ravens
Circle ‘bove me…
As Baal approaches
There’re no havens…

Blessed be the light,
That shines in darkness…
Blessed be the angel,
That takes away my fright…

In dust...

This is one of the older poems, fresh out of the archives. Enjoy :-)



In dust...
In dust,
I once lay torn.
Like a phoenix,
From the ashes I’m reborn…

Vision of royalty,
Of a damned queen,
All clad in black garments
Unlike any I’ve ever seen.

Her guise
Angels could ensnare,
Her stride,
As though walking on air.

She, from thousands of men,
Selected just one knight,
To be made keeper
At the gates of the night.

That knight
Was I.
A simple gaze
And I could not die.

A cold touch,
A poisonous kiss,
A moment of pain,
Of pure bliss…

Soft whispers
Of an unknown spell,
Release old demons
From their bonds in hell.

Eons have passed
Since that day,
A thousand years more
Still to pay.

Her heart, just as mine,
Slowly, turned rusty and old.
Our souls
Were shattered and cold.

Until that faithful day,
When the one with an angel’s face
Granted me mercy
And took me into her grace.

She might know,
Or still be unaware…
Noble such a heart
Has long since become rare.

A human by sight,
A goddess by name.
Victory returned my soul
A blazing flame.

When the Dark Queen
Got word of me not at her side,
She damned me to hell.
Out of her grace, I soon died.

…

Innocent child,
Righteous empress,
Fierce warrior,
Blessed goddess,

I did not know
My angel could be.
A warm touch
And I was once again free.

Death dealt
Scores of scars,
Now healed
By Heaven’s golden stars.

In dust,
I once lay torn.
Like a phoenix,
From the ashes I’m reborn.

Turn to God

Turn to God

Satan mocks: “God must fall.”
God whispers: “Stand just tall.”
Devils shout: “We must rule.”
Angels sigh: “Don’t be fools.”

Human with heart sincere
Clouds invade your mind.
As the Judgment draws near,
There are answers we must find.

Gone are the days
Of ancient past.
But, alas,
Eden was not ment to last…

All you see
Is suffering and pain,
Death and famine,
Battles without gain…

Now lay down your sword,
In front of God kneel.
You’d be amazed how many
A prayer would heal.

In the end,
I wish you peace,
And remember,
Wars do cease...

Thousand candles...

It might eventually end up as part of the Knight's tale. we'll see where the story goes.



Thousand candles...

Thousands of candles did burn
And here I am, still waiting your return.
Oh, I remember how you were:
A warrior, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer…
And that which you used to love:
Beauty, the red rose and a little white dove.
Treachery made you see all this in flames…
Mistrust and doubt should be blamed.
Storms may come, but they’ll pass by,
You must, for my sake, your fate defy…
Over were all the battles,
Yet you can’t shake the sound of bone rattles.
Lay your soul to rest, my king,
And watch what beauties peace may bring…

Poem

I still haven't found a suitable name for this one. I just call it what it is, but accept alternate titles for it. Enjoy.



Poem

I've been blessed…
For such a sweet sight
Would make even
An angel’s delight.

An angel, however,
You are not…
For an angel
Is not easily forgot…

You are but
A rose of dust…
A wingless dove…
A soul of rust…

Yet, underneath,
Lies a light unseen
And a soul that’s not tarnished,
But of bright green…