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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.

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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

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abstrect-christ

Nice indeed... :-8)

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 chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://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 Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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rosschandler
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.

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