Walk through the marble ice of solitude, o nymph
May thy heart be frost as mine once was fire
An despair in this wasteland would strife with thee
Suffocate it with empty chants and put it into clawed irons
Whereby thy tongue lieth now, if not in thy mistress' fair?
To copulate with the merciless angels on the gardens of woe
Wherefore hast thou poisoned the life that pulsed to thy hair?
To forge thy principles of death and bury them so
The path leadeth thee to the mountains of glass
Where the watch of deceitful gods is bestowed forever on wrath
The palace of crystal lieth there, awaiting thee
As the doors open, thy ocean deep eyes are fully lashed
By visions of horrid and descendant abysses to the past
A voyage to thy open pantheon by her whores, to penetrators, will so begin...
II - GALLERY
Their gifted secret is thine to share or to devour
To feed of the sex and thy own viscera to weep
Through the bones and the marrow, to rot 'tis sour
Of the pains to the limbs and the stone walls which thy blood sip
Hence from their copula, thorns were born in this olden castle
The forlorn glass burdened in scars from her tears
And her body laid, to cross the walls in the cold vessel
Like a monument of frozen death sliding down the sleeping rivers
Their eyes looked upon thee, who now sleep in thy confinement
And to soothe their lusts, down the walls they came silent
With thee, in ethereal forbidding pleasures entwining
Down the lake of her blood, amidst her dreams she found settlement
She felt not comfort but instead sought pleasure of the liquid element
Out of the great walls she now stood, not knowing herself she was hiding...
III - THE LAKE
I see thy shell in the water, cut in bloodred as a feverish dream
Taken by me, for I desire not thy white body, voluptuous viper snake
To possess thy skinless egg in a morbid crescendo of a passionate kin
Goddess of the majestic pantheon who crowned my soul sovereign
Sucked from thy severed breast, the milk of pythonical enchantment
A temple of desire, us burning in the shores of this lake
Ebb in solitude, after tasted is the pleasure of raping thy element
Thou who wouldst not oppose my sorrowful ballad, a lustful compassionate
For thou art the paint of heaven's nightly face
And the crow's cry of the ages disgraced
Of dark and dead landscapes buried within
Alas! the fiery flames of my creation I taste
From the light that bursteth from my daughter's grace
For eternal beauty lieth in her name of dawn and sin
IV - NAKED
O sole in whom my thoughts find repose
My glory, my perfection, glad I see thy face
For this night, such night never rose
In sleep I've dreamt of thy flesh ablaze
And in thy rotten womb was a sin
For a rotten child forth it brought
And in his existence that was passing
He faced the eternal silence of drought
Thy child offered anger to the thrones
An offspring of sorrows unfolded
Ruins lying in that gift and mystery
Dust realms with a path written in blood
A queen, with the knowledge that he had
Felt fear for the power of immortality
V - FIRE
Thy crushed skull by worms destroyed and consumed
Thine veins that pump with the boiling liquid of the flames of life
Thou, widow and daughter, that mourn my pains and the terror loom
This reign of fire from mortal castration shall awake thee from ice
The heavens' bright that gloweth in thine eyes
The full Moon in judgement burned thee, daughter of mine
The world still to contemplate dead enchantress arise
These wheels in motion to make justice upon my kind
In this white light that sustaineth me with no end
With the dying days in my own fire I laid
I dig the land to find the waterless deep
Blood thorns to mourn forgiveness at my torment's edge
A night with the requiem at the sound of mine laments
And as the dawn walketh again I beg for my guilt
VI - THE HAND
Loss! for a goddess is reborn on the utter darkness of this cave
Her eternal reign is a vapid illusion of mortal supremacy
When aeons rage the furious screams of the final death's embrace
Open are my arms to the arriving enigma of her whole infinity
Thou art the voice of reality with the eyes of divinity
A vow, an oath swore from a blind creation of my saviour's tears
For heaven rideth free, below in the tides of vanity
In thee, the scents of that salty desert, me, thy fears
Me longeth for a painful blackened end
The aspirations of my soul to thee I send
Reborn through me again, when all one hath, hath him
Thou hast lost in thyself, is what this night meant
I feel as if an eclipse is drawn through our vent
In thine eyes, the painting of all I've never seen
VII - A DREAM
Under the stars to taste the love thou hast pledged to me
Against all pain and clamour, we shall walk through these floors
And see once again the dawn rise with a storm on its tail of ivory
We fly through this palace in ruins where once sung the crows
With the maelstroms of thine own purification
And with the wolves devouring thy flesh rotten
To my mother I raise my voice in proclamation
These screams to bow down in pain the fallen
And heavens shall be our grave
Rebellious thoughts, but vain
For we have been defeated
Atrocities of freedom are paid in pain
In these ruins they shall be spread again
The one and twenty angles I pictured
VIII - ETHER
Over the mountains, the clouds of fire aligning
And the dusk red, herald of the coming dreams
Painted by an inquiring hand, in the sealed book of life
In the horizon the toll of the fallen screams
This chapel that crieth merciless days to come
The slow death that crawleth, the wind that breatheth
And under the forests of olden, thou, lady of the throne
Voluptuous body of perfect shapes and lustful permissions
Breasts as mountains of dark
Fiery rivers upon her body
Embrace of darkness to darkness returning
Soft sculpture made of an angel's scar
A golden tear drowning a dark box
Lust givest to these heavenly mansions
IX - TRANSCENDENCE
The lunar gates under the morbid night to purify
Luring in her reflection below, the reflex of the palace
The pain that crosseth the skies, followed by an eye
Such as a gold covered fiery orb in eternal balance
Of her breasts in crude flesh, scarlet
In the bottom of the growling blue lake
Stonelike, revived in this palace of glass
The eternal pillars of archaic temples laid
She offereth to the gods the soul of time
Carried within her in the sleep of ice
She knoweth the torments, pains and wars
The Moon lights her awaiting path
Falling down to the watches of glass
She crosseth the shores to the white halls
X - THE MARBLE DAZE
Drink from thy own liquid
And as the orbit of the firmament proceedeth with its last dance
Hear this blackened bird
Thou meretrix, over the sand and ashes thy hand shalt rest
As the Moon falleth
Beyond the abandoned lake in these marble gardens
A view in the halls
Covereth with the fall of the Sun a gift to the children
Upon the thorns, the bleeding flames
To behold angelical form of serpent waves
In darkness consuming the path
Black flames awaken, wrathful embraces
Piercing thy flesh's own elements
Burn with me, my enemy of lust
XI - THE BLACK GATES
Retreat at the image of thy soul in the wooden doors
A child in the gardens of misfortuned endeavour
A butterfly mirage in this space that now burneth
Dancing in this marble floor, black floor crushed
In these prophecies, thou art a black goddess enthroned
Attending an old man with the hand parched of water
And a black Sun shineth forth in the gardens above
A crow to caress, its blood to share within afterwards
As she feeleth by the overwhelming brightness taken
She seeth the crowned Heaven and desireth to sit on its throne
For the light shredded her skin and feathers
And her heart in jealousy and pride is burnt
The gifts are now hers, in her cries the flesh's taste
The flames that gather sworn hate, opening to the ether!
bem, já que a ego liberare me andava a perguntar pq é q eu não publico, decidi escrever uma historia chamada "the thornfields" aqui para o fórum, uma espécie de livro online
aqui vão os dois primeiros poemas q escrevi. ah e claro, como não podia deixar de ser, isto é dedicado à minha amiga ego, já q ela gosta tanto dos meus poemas e foi a inspiradora da ideia
. Gostei do que li.
lol