Aeron's Pain
"A howl of rage and sadness tore through Aeron`s throat, echoing between the lonely skies and the desolate lands beneath. It felt as though his spirit had been torn asunder, sent wailing into the night like a wraith in evanescent."
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Fairytales are R(A)
Red Riding HoodBig Bad Wolf is howling
Desire is yowling
Raven tresses come apart
Hidden beauty unraveling starts
Craven soul suckles lascivious tart
Coyness cloaks a sighing heart
Little Red Riding Hood
Came up and over
The skinned serpent stood
Smittened stiff like wood
So Riding Jack and his lover
Lived happily ever after
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Big God
Dark ShireThis is the good Shire
There is no place for desire
There is no oppression
Only closed repression
Here
Justice brings recrimination
And solemn discrimination
There is no Ku Klux Klan
Only Black, White, Mundgen and bland
This is the good Shire
They call New York City*.
*If anyone is offended by this, think carefully about what I just blogged and you will find that it is true, to a large extent. Of course, you can say that it is relative. What about the Afros then? However, I have nothing against New York City. I just want to write about the evils in a society. Basically, it is only used as an example here, so if you cannot appreciate this, just use another Shire.
~Havoc~
Friday, April 08, 2005
The Grey Between Light And Darkness
"Here comes an age when by the Light becomes too blindingAnd our Shadows become the only lines by which we can define ourselves."
~Havoc~
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Rogue
No dogs bark
When I walk
In the dark.
No shadow
Will I show
When I bow;
Crouched down low.
To steal, I am bold.
But I seek not gold.
Open your Vault!
Too long has it lain
Shut off and untold.
Let me entrance gain
Into your iron Mould.
It is your heart
That I wish to hold.
It is only you
That I wish to enfold
With both wings to
Shield you from the cold.
On the walls I will paint
With my blood all my pain.
But there are only so many walls that I can stain,
Only so much blood that I can give,
And this much hurt that I can receive......
For you I sacrificed.
Yet my heart you crucified.
I set myself on fire to give you light,
But you remain blind to my plight.
Sweet Rapunzel
Yon bonny virgin tresses
Be like night's dark raven
They stretch long carresses
That drive men doth craven
To beseech thee with ungodly zeal
Yet they all yield
To Death's great field
When in thy locks do they entangle
When their necks do thee wrangle
And from thy tower bastion
Do they hence dangle
Ghastly ever after
No dogs bark
When I walk
In the dark.
No shadow
Will I show
When I bow;
Crouched down low.
To steal, I am bold.
But I seek not gold.
Open your Vault!
Too long has it lain
Shut off and untold.
Let me entrance gain
Into your iron Mould.
It is your heart
That I wish to hold.
It is only you
That I wish to enfold
With both wings to
Shield you from the cold.
Graffiti On The Walls Of My Heart
Blood On The WallsOn the walls I will paint
With my blood all my pain.
But there are only so many walls that I can stain,
Only so much blood that I can give,
And this much hurt that I can receive......
For you I sacrificed.
Yet my heart you crucified.
I set myself on fire to give you light,
But you remain blind to my plight.
Fairytales Are Relative
Dark RapunzelSweet Rapunzel
Yon bonny virgin tresses
Be like night's dark raven
They stretch long carresses
That drive men doth craven
To beseech thee with ungodly zeal
Yet they all yield
To Death's great field
When in thy locks do they entangle
When their necks do thee wrangle
And from thy tower bastion
Do they hence dangle
Ghastly ever after
