terça-feira, 29 de julho de 2014

H is for Hail [The Alphadeath Codex]

Sinister, you dare to say?
The day grows late, the sun is grey
My eyelids can no more carry the burden of Thy sight

Oh! Poor me, unable to uphold all this might, I shall hide, quick
Startled by the footsteps pounding heavily on the metal spiral staircase,
The one where the ivy looms and rats lurk,
With their beady eyes glowing like dying ambers from yesterday’s fire
May this thunderstorm soothe Thy anger and fade away
And let the night roll deep, unaware of hell’s blaze

I dread all forms of warmth
For warm feelings are too vague, mundane
And a man in my position shan’t have his name allied with piety or other things humane
Alas, this is the price to pay, for serving Thy name, my nameless shame

As I sat proudly, cloak and staff disguising the hoary and frail
I glance at the crowd reunited here once more
Hoping I’ll bring them hope for days to come
Yet for myself hope I have none

Thy wrath, Thy virtue and untarnished love
All this we expect from above, hands outstretched
Claiming for rain to pour and wash away our sins

Ah, they sing, sing to you my Lord the highest
And walk, one by one, pleading blissful life or peaceful death
Yet look at me, both in awe and fright
And kneel, bow heads to accept Thee in their fair heart
I accept the role and in Thy name I play my part

These unfortunate men march towards their twilight
In Thy name they will get through another day
Not felling forsaken, nor feeling pain
Sprinkled with holy water, feels like cruel hail

The sinister ritual unfolds beneath rusty iron skies
But in the bleakest corner of its crocked being

The priest knows it’s all lies

sexta-feira, 18 de julho de 2014

G is for Grasp [The Alphadeath Codex]

Sometimes I believe
Sometimes I accept that one day, all will fall apart
Sometimes I just know I’ll break your heart
Sometimes I can see
A dark river runs through it
Floods the gates
Thrashes the gentle willows unable to bend before such rage
And deep
Deep within myself
Sometimes I accept
That I have become hell

And no bird will sing or cloud show silver lining
Because, sometimes
The fear is blinding
And hate is the only thing gleaming in your eyes
When sometimes, everything else just dies

And as hope withers, it cries in a whirl of misfortune
And fades to black
Sometimes, there is no turning back

And then, by cruelty veiled
Seated in a throne of spite
I give up the fight
Close my eyes
And quietly embrace the gloom
Victorious in doom
I have vanquished my soul

As I lay silently unfathomed
Sometimes I wish that all would fade away
And a that a harsh blow should strike me dead
So I may dream of faraway places no more
So I can hide from all this maelstrom
So I no longer try to grasp 
To the last shred of kindness in this world

And as the sun sinks on the horizon and the starless skies fall
Sometimes I believe
That there is nothing left to believe at all