The End of an Era

Golden dawn of reason's folly
the decadence of mankind exposed
clairvoyance of nature unbecoming
troubled water insipid to the taste

go thee hence

recover dainty secrets
delicate though, at night
disguising what was lost
a blessing and a lie

Broken shelters freeze slowly
birds sing so sweet, so soft
Farewell, good bye my friend

Good night :)

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life of mankind withered and frail
you fight and you struggle with her of the veil
your moment of worship faulting one of infinite folly
show mercy to your enemy, drink milk of the poppy


evacuate

Questions on honor of duty bereft
what for once was never was
instigate the smoke or return the mirror
peer into the soul that always knows


I'll scout ahead.

Lonesome creatures crouch on rooftops
See the sighs, hear the pain
Falling, rushing, lights flashing
Hear the dead awaken joyously

Sleep.

broken reverie from the jaws of truth
twisted cacophony of dark tidings
a blaring horn brings piece of mind
the warlord proceeds through the fog

On the march

delight fluttering heartwaves
a question drops a clue
signals from the breach
every march ends in april

Kafkan pillbugs

The catalyst in the tears of those that detest
Strained the creators to destroy your beauty
still deserving of your namesake, Widowmaker
Trailing behind the Crimson Reaper

Only in Dreams are we free

a lumbering beast of burden
pleasant thoughts to confozzle the mind
lift the worry from your brow
you will be safe in the end

Veritas

The Pyromaniac youth thrives
Amidst Cautions delaying the certainty
Aching to ignite a conflagration
Impeded by the Golden Aegis

Carpe Diem

Eyes withholding true feelings
Wishes of doves and wreathes
Overpowering storms and fire
Feathers become ashes

Chaos.

The sun breaks through the dull Horizon,
And lo! It illumates a saddened man's Vision:

He shall start a great fire,
And shall silently watch as the dire
Fate of the World reveals itself.

Apocalypse

the summer of pleasure mingle with the masses
your fortress of solitude not at all placid
wear your mask direct the cacophony of dischord
appear strong when weak, and appear weak when strong

a tactical decision

Yearning for desolation
The emptiness ensues
Awaiting Judgment within
That which is hidden by the facade

Here we go

the nascent wanderer flourishes
in the temple of self you must pray
redirection of painful aggression lingers
a tsunami of self awareness reveals itself

Transcendence

For desire of power
Fate hands the gold
Astounded by numbers
Annoyed of cover

An unbreakable Will