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The Glorious DescentA golden nation of man;
Living in peace and prosperity.
Where strife and wrongdoing
Are all but nil.
There seated a King
Of noble bloodline true,
His leadership unquestioned,
Stern but fair, it's said.

In times of such peace;
Furthest from peoples minds
Was the daunting prospect
Of open war.
But upon every border
The signals were lit
As the enemy marched onwards
With arms beared high.

His forces marched out
Across the open plains
To meet the enemy
And fight them back;
But their resolve was strong
And the foe fled not
But pushed on ever stronger
Til his armies fell.

The greatest of his tacticians
Failed in every scheme

Cyanosis

Her vitals are dropping,
Her skin's turning blue.
The cardiogram's flatline,
But what can you do?
Her flesh is chalcedony,
Her heartbeat has failed.
The body lies still now,
Her last ship has sailed.

She died in silence,
No cry did she make.
(She left it all behind)
With scars on her arms
And death in her mind.
(Tonight she flies)

Such a picture of innocence
On the hospital bed
With her bandages wounds congealing
And the sheet over her head.
She's just another martyr,
An effigy that's burnt,
A scapegoat for society,
Their lessons never learnt.

She died in silence,
No cry did she make.
(She left it

Stories Carved In StonesSo many faces I have known;
So many places I have gone.
So many memories
Of days that are long spent.
So many memories
Of times that came and went.
This is my private history.
Carved into stone, this is my story.

This memory of summer past,
Of rolling round in fields of grass.
When I came back from
That distant Em'rald Isle -
When we were lovers
Lost in innocence awhile.
When all was good and love was strong.
This is my story writ in song.

The memory of walks in rain,
The blissful times we'll see again;
For now it's winter
But our love's burning bright,
And still your smile
Sends all my pain to flight.
This is my story,

This Is LoveLove is
Not being able to think of anyone else but her.

Love is
Finding yourself smiling
Whenever someone mentions her name

Love is
When you look at her picture
And the world outside that frame
Just disappears.

Love is
Pain when she's not here
But love is
Also healing when she is.

Love is
When her arms feel more like home
Than home itself does.

Love is
What I have for you.

When The Patchwork FailsAs I gaze upon you now
I feel complacency where pity should reside.
Tell me, where is your God now?

As the embers of your world slowly fade
And the remnants of Golden ages wane;
Like the rising moon in her covetous sky,
Your glorious achievements lie in tatters.

What does your life mean now that everything is gone?

All empty shells now, stare across your world
And remember when your pride bore you
High on plinths of steel and glass
Above decaying streets of inner neglect.

This is your legacy, a world in ruin,
The decay of ages worn away,
Tarnishes on your greatest achievements.

Ripped asunder, your triumph an aversion.
What h

Letters In The DarkA lone candle, flickers, lights the page
As her delicate hand scratches her marks of ink,
A letter for her lover.
Her breath, a cloud in the cold winter air
Blown in from an open window.

A small wax stamp finishes it, sealed in tight,
Passed to a velvet glove and ghosted away
Into the night; "Fly fast sweet messenger!"

The moon waxes and wanes, then hangs in the sky
Of another bitter dusk.
Her smile of glee as the velvet glove returns
Soon fades as the her eyes fall upon his words.

Dear Christine, this letter is my last
As now I march to war.
Our enemies have united against us
And I feel my place is amongst rank and file
Of ou

Eidonwe -The Blade Reforged-From battles, distant memories,
Millennia have passed to grey,
Passed down from generation to generation
The legend of the sword lives on.

It has tasted the blood of thousands,
Sampled the flesh of many climes.
Eidonwe, the blade of the Gods,
At the side of the Oskorei fought
Against the demons of God.

The Angels shook with fear at the sound of its name
And the sword would sing loud across the peaks of Heaven,
Deep into the valleys of Hell.
A warning to all who opposed it,
And a rally for those who beside it fought;
Eidonwe, the Releaser of the Wine.

Gabriel himself bears scars where Eidonwe was deftly spun,
Prising the feath

A Tortured Existance SurelyWhy must they
Take away
Every smile as it's born on my lips?
And why must I
Hunt so hard for your kiss?

And why must they
Take away
Every smile that comes upon me?
And why must I fight
For the right to be happy?

I can't find you,
But I need you.
I can't keep running from the truth.
You can't find me,
But you need me.
You can't keep running from the truth.
We can't find each other,
But we need each other,
We can't keep running from the truth.
I can't find you,
But I need you.
I can't keep running from the truth.
You are all I
Ever wanted.
Nothing else will satisfy.

Reflected WithinI dream of when the darkness fades
As I stare down into the abyss with envious eyes.
I'm trapped within my minds mirrors
Staring out from the reflection at myself
And wondering when the dehumanization will end.

Trapped in an open plain, a mind shackled,
Sealed with the sweet kisses drawn from hatred.
Struggling to free myself from the restraints
As barbed fingers claw into the soft flesh of my inner consciousness.

Fear is no release, and destiny is shed
Like the skein of my reality.

Reanimated, stuck fast to the waking dream,
Speeding up, rushing into oblivion
With the sounds of a thousand endings
Deafening my ears.

Freedom is

Satanica Mundi

We will not live forever!
Who wants to live?
(Who wants to die?)
Do you want to live forever?

Under rule of hoof and horn,
Together standing up as one.
(I say) Too little,
Too late.
This world is full of hate;
And I'm sick and tired of taking flak.
Here comes the time to throw it back.
So long,
Goodbye,
It's time to make the angels die.

His Majesty is rising,
The Usurper God will fall!

We will not live forever!
Who wants to live?
(Who wants to die?)
Do you want to live forever?

NO!

So take your stand and raise your flag,
This time we're taking our world back.
Blood has
Been shed,
Just as our prophets said.
We're figh

Litany of A Fallen TearAnd today I'm sorry,
For the blackest hearts I've burnt;
The broken and the beautiful,
Though the torment wasn't earnt.
Languishing the lament,
And feasting on the fear,
Burning with the blackest
In the coldest time of year.

But once upon a time I had
My purpose and my place.
Then I razed it to the ground
Erased it all without a trace.

I'm learned, but I'm learning,
And this lesson is the worst.
For life is a cruel director,
She holds the show, then you rehearse.
But living now with hindsight,
A true and marvelous skill,
I realise the mistake I made,
The past I wish to kill.

But that's the thing with life, you see,
What's

What It Means...

Breathe in the cold December air,
Life's a bitch and nothings fair.
I'll walk away and see you there...
So there...

If Death's a gift, I'm on a roll;
Black of heart and black of soul.
I've relinquished all my control,
My soul...

This life it mocks and laughs at me,
A dissilution, I don't want to be
But something here screams "Fallacy"
At me...

By mornings dawn o'er stars I'll fly,
So listen out to hear my cry,
This is what it means to give up and die.
Don't cry...

I loved and lost and loved once more,
But now I feel I can love no more,
For life has closed all her doors
For sure...

For now I scream unto the stars
I run and

Shedding Blood Just To FeelNo one knows the hurt I hide

It's hard to explain this pain inside

Ever so often it flows to a knife

And I care less about what happened to life

Only done to feel nothing more

Than a pain as blood drips down to the floor

You always tell me there will be hope

As not a sound comes out of my throat

The only difference between you and I

Is that hope found you on a warm summer night

I am still searching I sadly regret

But I pray that you help me to let me forget

DeathNever sleep,
never die,
in my grave,
where i lie.

I look up,
and see the coffin lid,
it slams shut,
and my heart,
it gives.

Next thing,
I scream in pain,
im dead,
no one can hear me,
I scream in vain.

The worms are eating my flesh,
it hurts so bad,
I see my families' tear streaked faces,
they're so sad...

I sorry for what i did,
all the pain i've caused,
now im dead,
the coffin lid is clawed.

WS - The Twilight DragonWhite Shadow: The Twilight Dragon
----

"The mission was simple, track down Felicia Nightshade and take her down. The corporation I am working for assigned some rookie assassin with me to ensure I finish the job if I find Nightshade, what a insult...I'm starting to question the corporation's faith in my abilitys." Mace said to him self while looking over the side of the building he was perched on.

"Mr. Zanders, have you located White Shadow yet?" said the other assassin with a smug look on her face. "White Shadow should be in this area from what the reports said."

Mace looking though the scope of his rifle down to the busy streets below,

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Pandoras Box

by ~Yllek, Apr 8, 2006, 10:57:09 AM
Literature / Poetry / Transgressive / Free Verse

Open the box and take a look inside,
Take a deep breath and let the sin fill you.
Feel the power surge throughout you
As the darkness flows through your veins
And infects the inner sanctum of your mind.

An eternity of pain unleashed in a moment,
The greatest of darkness descends upon the world
And the glorious, thus, are damned.

Sin unleashed forever, Gods trap undone
And the world forsaken as Adam bit the fruit
As once millennia ago in Eden's sacred groves.
And once more mankind is exiled,
Not from paradise, but from Gods reach entirely.

The spirits within ravage the world utterly,
Slaughter in the name of them is rife
And mankind has doomed itself into the lowest circles of Hell.

I am His highest minion and here to the box I bring you
And give you this tale of dark times.
Open the box and set its power free upon the world once more.
Lucifer will bless thee for it.

I see the look in your eyes as you handle the box,
That mixture of fear and apprehension
Intertwined with lust, lust for power and dominion.

This box is your key to loose the shackles
And set the power lurching free!
Be as mankind, gullible to the promises I make
Of power, desire and achievement.
Be bent to my ways and do as I say,
Open the box!

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!Viviankinaya6 Apr 9, 2008 Photographer

pretty!!!!!!! I love! XD

~Yllek Apr 10, 2008 Writer

Thank you

I'm glad you enjoyed it!

~Amberous Apr 8, 2006 Hobbyist Writer

Amazing. Like you have used the devils real name...I do not have much critique here except that it flows beautifully. Imagery here is great also.

~Yllek Apr 8, 2006 Writer

Thanks!

Yeah, satanic myhtology is a speciality of mine.

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