eclipse Posted May 4, 2011 Share Posted May 4, 2011 On a wasteland with the snow and ice gone one blizzard blew on defying the seasonal sun. Under one half summer moon I was called by madmen with lyres who baptised me in fire, the moon became whole as i juggled with flames. I slept between two fires while these men walked the earth playing their lyres, a newly risen deathly choir joined them singing songs of rebirth.The blizzard spread cloaking the globe, from this new army i recieved my christly robe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 4, 2011 Share Posted May 4, 2011 Impressive, Eclipse. The title immediately caught my attention, and it ties in nicely with the poem's content. I liked lyre/choir. Nice to see you again. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted May 5, 2011 Share Posted May 5, 2011 Nice indeed... Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rosschandler Posted May 6, 2011 Share Posted May 6, 2011 On a wasteland with the snow and ice gone one blizzard blew on defying the seasonal sun. Under one half summer moon I was called by madmen with lyres who baptised me in fire, the moon became whole as i juggled with flames. I slept between two fires while these men walked the earth playing their lyres, a newly risen deathly choir joined them singing songs of rebirth.The blizzard spread cloaking the globe, from this new army i recieved my christly robe. very good read. nice imagery. i enjoy poetic conceit as such. nice metaphors. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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