Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Stirring of Dark Purpose


Awakening light crept into the murky depths,
Wary of the monsters that in the darkness slept.
Every footfall the resounding knell of a church bell,
Ringing into the darkness, stirring things dark and fell.

Glinting eyes open in their sunken depths,
A terrible visage where brooding malevolence slept.
Cold eyes survey their domain, assessing all in sight,
A dark shape shifts in the gloom, a predator steps into the light.

Even a glance or mere glimpse of its hideous features,
Would make stout hearts recoil in mortal dread.
Certainly, this character is unique amongst all creatures,
Laughing, as it rips it's prey to the last stitch and shred.

Ruthless, intelligent, it hungers. To stay above the sordid rest,
Deceit, larceny, murder are child's play, merely a fool's jest.
No mere wolf cub but demon incarnate in sheep's guise,
Amongst flocks Lady Luck did not favour with her dice.

Judge, jury, executioner; if choice were his he would be all,
The World his whore, who he rapes, mashing pretty face into wall.
He would hold sway over the masses of weaker minds,
Equals, if any, would be laid to rest, broken from behind.

Be preacher, sinner, laymen; all clamour to his siren voice,
Mesmerised, instinct lulled by the illusion of choice.
And conquered by the intricacies of his web, they are caught,
Willingly they ignorantly skip to slaughter they unwittingly bought.

Pleasant contemplation fades and reality snaps back in,
If there is need to satiate one's greed, one must wade in sin.
Spirituality is no concern, his black soul already rust stained,
The innocent warm light of the human spirit long long waned.

No qualms, no doubts, no regrets to tell,
The fires of his mind fuelled by the oil-wells of hell.
Wallowing by hedonistic fire, content, the creature basks,
And prepared, ever-ready, the monster dons it's sculptured mask.

And steeped in direst cunning and guile,
He greets the neighbour with a good morning
And a smile...

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.... Yes. Fear me.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

After an aeon, finally! Another quote!

"Million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten."

I dont know who came up with that one, but its brilliant! Take that pessimists!

Fleeting Thoughts of Summer

Sounds of friends filled the summer noon,
Boisterous laughter, floods of teasing, every one a loon!
Once 't'was said no man's an island. Certainly, true
Everyone must have their own motley crew.

Turning from the fun, I turn to the sun and sky,
But t'was not one, but two that greeted my eye!
Dark clouds stormed forth, clashing with baby blue,
Rumbling, heralding rain, on swift Hermes' wings they flew.

Yet, the darkening gray, the fading blue, both were untainted,
Melding with the rest of the pallet, subtle hues they painted.
The mind's eye, tinted with shades of imagination,
Create a painting of all-embracing fascination.

Awe gave way to joy as I felt the first drop of rain,
I join my friends, enjoying the fleeting moments without refrain,
Twirling, dancing, the mood in the air was precious, rare!
Truly, its for moments like this, that this life we dare.

In reflection, if such moments can move men's hearts,
And we can appreciate the beauty of nature's greater art,
Why can't we see the beauty in other people? For it is bountiful,
If and when, only then will our world be truly beautiful.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The Wizard's Keep Pt. 1

The night was dark. The air hung with sodden weight.
Ominous, the sky darkened. Storm clouds brewed o’er head
The wind reared anew, a slashing disheartening edge,
Running amok in the crags, scented with pine and wolf.

The looming spires quicken hearts in every chest,
Nestled amongst the clouds, where eagles eyries nest.
‘Midst these forbidding peaks, rising stark and steep,
Old Mydraxxis lurks, lurks in the Wizard’s Keep.

Ages long past, from these dark gates he boldly strode,
Unchallenged, omnipotent! Across all lands he rode.
No King, neither Captain nor Mage could pretend,
To possess the power to make Mydraxxis, onto his knees, bend.

Dram Styrden, the undefeated ‘Sword of The East’,
‘Twas by the Wizard’s hands that his saga ceased.
The Wolves of Cyrrem, one legion, a hundred battles, not one fatality,
Mydraxxis, staff in hand, taught them mortality.

The fair Sorceress Evelin, feared scion of the Faerie Tower,
Even her magicks quailed before the Wizard’s power.
Aeons and Empires, both lived and died as he deigned,
From atop the Wizard’s Keep, Mydraxxis reigned.

Day saw him engaged, consumed, in the Art’s toils.
Night, saw him partake in his vast spoils,
In his Wizard’s Keep, rising stark and steep,
Heralding a new day, laviscious glee! As gentle souls weep’d.

Time passed, the weight of ages his strength drained,
The Wizard’s Keep, the Black Tower! It’s name waned.
So compelled by time, into the obscure backwaters of history,
Mydraxxis retreated into his keep, cloaked in folds of mystery.

Merciless, the world left him in the past,
Along with the Wizard’s Keep, and all its sorry cast.
But in his chamber, Mydraxxis sat, waited staff in hand,
Wreathed in magick, praying, waiting for his last stand.


Seasons of Love



Spring

Washed clean the world sparkles.
The birds dance and sing,
As I tuck a flower behind your ear.

Summer

Energetic, the sun bears down on all,
Quick! Come sit by me in the shade!
Lest our ice-cream melts!

Fall

Colours fade, heralding winter.
The days die younger,
While there is time, come let us frolic in the sun.

Winter

Winter thieves rob the world’s warmth.
The old year fades away, leaving with grace,
Snuggle up to me as we wait for the new one.