Thirteen_Dreams Grand Senior Literati
Posts : 37 Literary Regard : 250 Join date : 2009-07-13 Age : 35 Location : Brisbane, Australia
| Subject: Insidious Epiphanes Sat Jul 18, 2009 4:21 pm | |
| Let me spin a tale for you, Let pen unto parchment glide Alit our darkest hours, For to this tale, there are two sides…
Strange Times (Twist to Romance)
… First our weary harper, Just a wraith, could do no wrong Second our marble maiden, Twist and turn from weak to strong.
What story need start with beauty, What song need break a heart? What dirge need break with sanity, Why Damn the Beast to mark?
The forests seem so silent now Where once they sparkled life, The mountains seem an effigy, Like… a mind, put to the knife.
Once dark, once light, Now black once more, I lurk within the ‘why?’
Once dark, once light, Still I don’t know how, But she lit up the sky.
I don’t know how, but she lit up the sky.
Was it fate, or was it folly? Was it chance, or luck purest? ...
On a Midnight Stroll through Carpathia
... Fragile glass that wove a moonbeam, Fickle maiden that bleedeth surest?
A being of blood and serpents, a tattoo in her eye A tale of life and death, Full Moon alight the sky An ode to ancient Aeons, just an effigaic melody Come flesh to melt away, the true person we see.
A pen to write the story, A heart to hear the words A vein supplies the ink, An eye to judge its worth
Tap the time to harmony, The rhythm seems to slow, Twist the knife to cleanse, Twist it to hear her moan
Soft soil will remove the filth; a spade will wipe it clean A coffin to contain our woe, a prayer to halt her scream A window to reveal the sun, a crypt to contain the Dead A brimstone plain we’ll ride, a land to which we’re led
And lo, though our harper doth softly weep And prays for her soul by night,
Spectres in the Night
He knows he’s done no wrong, For ‘tis truth he can do only right… Try, although he might to run Far from memories of what he’s done, Our harper stumbles upon weary feet Unto his raging Maker meet. I thought I’d closed the book, I thought I had lost the key Ethereal waters turn the page Find a different side to me.
Abed at night, what wonders there? Behold! Witness the land of dreams Gliding through gilded forest there, The author who penned my screams.
Trip the candle, light a flame And touch it unto Desire, Truth and lies beget the same, A note lost upon the choir.
A sword of silver, a bullet of gold? What weapons can slay the Dead? My sins… evoke a ghostly mould, To escape this land where I was led.
By blade, by friend ...
Forever
Come, Harper, meet thy end.
Flesh to flesh, memories taunt Abyssic depths to golden sand, Mind to mind, still she haunts
Tryst to tryst, our woes entwine Corporeal unto immortal envy Wish to wish, our souls unwind
Fail to weep, waste an Eternity Too still to be breathing Aching deep, try and keep me
Wake to sleep, the chains to sever (No matter…) Never is still better than Forever.
He lies there, breathing softly, Our harper who could do no wrong Reminded of mortality, And the bond ‘twixt dirge and song. This was originally the lyrical score to a concept album me and a friend wrote. Unfortunately, me and said friend had a falling out; he ended up keeping the music, and I kept my lyrics.
I still love the story this tells, simple though it may be. | |
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