WinterAutumn winds are dying
As winter rears its head.
Soon the land will sleep again
In the silence of the dead.
The gray sky seems a blanket.
The golden trees now bare;
Their branches reach out to the sky
To grasp the misty air.
Dark browns replace the orange
And grays replace the blue
Soon snow will change this landscape
As the spiral dance holds true
The silence will be welcomed
By a solitary crow.
An eerie song of mystery
That few will ever know.
For winter keeps its secrets,
The ones not hard to hide.
The answer's all around us,
But the question sleeps inside.
Satan's FuryWhen Satan's fury burns in Hell,
And you feel the power swell,
The Darkness flows from within the lake,
All for the cause of Evil's sake.
The time of doom is close at hand,
When Darkness shall rule the land.
Through the Darkness you shall go;
Only where, He shall know.
Although the Darkness has much might,
It must conquer the piercing light!
And when that light has been snuffed out,
You shall hear His demonic shout:
"Blessed is he who has My mark,
For he shall live in the land so dark!
Death to he who is spawn of the light,
For he shall feel My furious might!
In this land so dark and cruel,
All is under Satan's rule.
And then, alas, without the light,
All must perish in eternal night.
NaiadHow can it be
that my heart's now alive?
I had thought it to die
In the shadows I pondered
the course my life followed...
and where it now leads,
I don't know.
As I sit here alone
and your name haunts my mind,
I feel passion...
it burns at my soul.
And I sing out your name
as I long for your touch
and I know with one kiss,
I'll be whole.
PonderingsGray skies slowly darken
As the sunlight fades away.
I sit here alone in the twilight,
Amidst a landscape of gray
Shadows reach out grasping,
The coldness stills the air,
I glance down upon the lake before me
To the reflection at which I stare.
What image is this before me?
Whose eyes burn into mine?
Vague recollections taunt me
Of what I left behind.
Each path that I have chosen
Leads me places I know not where.
Despite my better judgement
I simply do not care.
What roads have I not traveled?
What lessons have I to learn?
As the shadows creep yet closer,
There is so much that I still yearn.
(To be continued?)
IllusionsThere are no shadows in the darkness.
All things merge and they are one.
The whole unity - illusion;
Flick the switch and it is gone.