Poetry From The Dark

[Xaret]

Hah. Too true

 

[Mr Nightwere]

To live in the moment is to savor life.
As passing as a day is.
A full life may be lived in this, this one day.
The sorrow of a life time is worth it all for the few moments of shattering joy,
Which eclipse us all for perhaps only a few fleeting moments.
For it is these moments we always hold on to because they make us who we are.

 

[Boo]

I applaud you! very nice!

 

[Marcus Von Drac]

Wow. I've just read through this thread and well... wow.
Now without further ado, I shall post up a couple of poems I came up with not too long ago.
It was a colabrative effort, hence the splits in character:

Down by the river with the sun in the sky,
Basking in warmth as the birds fly on by,
Hearing the water not one thing to do,
Asleep in the grass and dreaming of you.
***
I'm feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin,
I'm watching the birds overhead,
I'm hearing the water as it trickles along,
I'm loving the grass as my bed.
***
Watching you tan laying out in the sun,
Ignoring the birds up above,
The water is quiet for all I can hear,
Is my heart crying for you my love.

I wrote this one when I was about 12, and yet it still rings true to how I see the world:

People come, people go, in and out and so and so.
That’s what it’s like in this world.
We love each other, husbands and wives, if not too busy with our own lives.
That’s what it’s like in this world.
We’re all so centred upon ourselves; we put our friends upon the shelves.
That’s what it’s like in this world.
This world’s cracked up, I tell you so, but no doubt now you’ve got to go.
That’s what it’s like in this world.

 

[Sanctus Malus]

Upon the broken mantel piece,
A clock chimes once more,
A rapping pierces through the dark,
A slamming on my door.

A crash, a creek, a rumbling sound,
Came echoing through the hall,
As I ran, a shriek I heard,
I ran on in, and turned my gaze to the wall,

In blood was spun,
A tale of woe, that hurt my heart to see,
It spoke of curses, of darkness and death,
And why those things must be.

A whisper I heard, it sounded like silk,
But also like nails on a writers slate,
Fear pierced my frozen heat,
I whirled and saw my fate.

She stood there, her face shone,
From the tears she shed,
Her eyes were blood filled red,
And yet, they seemed dead.

I knew I was done, my fate decided,
As her fangs became bared,
And then that voice, spoke some words,
For which I was not prepared.

She asked a dance, before the night,
Take her away once more,
A chance to feel those little things,
That she heard only in lore.

I remembered little until that day,
Forgotten on that dancing floor,
What I remember is that that was the day,
That I would never see once more.

I wrote this in a few minutes, and its loosley based on the Blood Kiss. Its a little jumbled but meh, I thought id post it anyway.

 

[N.I.B]

Whatever once life was meant
For me it's not from Heaven sent
Stars they twinkle high above
Just as far as love

Starry eyes that cannot see
Still staring holes inside of me
As mankind war year after year
Talking ´bout love but living in fear

I'm becoming a rider of the Apocalypse
My smile is a grin, I'm riding on Styx
And the Earth she bleeds, like the Son once bled
I'm longing to see, but my eyes are dead

Alas, the world has turned to sand
Now I'm just a stranger, in a strange land

 

[Onikaigo]

Found one of my old poems! Sweet. For those that have read '1001 Arabian Nights' there should be some strong reminiscent moments here.


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"Say unto him that taunteth us with fortune's perfidy, 'At whom but those whose heads are high doth
Fate its arrows fling?'
If that the hands of Time have made their plaything of our life, Till for its long protracted kiss ill-hap
upon us spring..."
----Unknown poet, 1001 Arabian Nights


Thus is The Legend of Romni, the Eternal Wanderer.

So spoke the grizzled shape in shadow swathed,
and with a sigh grew twofold.
Such is man whos thirst to slake in waters of life untold,
gathers his robes and stands tall and bold.
Greedy for life without compare here he stands under Nox,
Upon his brow the hunters mark with scarlet affection resides.
Saffron, vivid, absorbing the essence of the night.
Behold! Behind him fast approaching over yonder dune,
a plume of dust heralds terrible despair.
"Ride, Ride!" Ghostly voices cry! Great, Macabre mounts do stride
Forth for to appear before unfaithful eyes of Man.
Their skulls encased in Iron, plumed with tail of the Mythical beasts,
Manticore; Great Serpents, Even Dragon bones doth widely gape
over apparitions three, distended for the feasts.
Chests banded in iron rings of mighty make,
between each a sea of rings of same cold ore;
Their arms are hewn as owken wood, mighty in girth!
In each hand a weapon with terrible thirst to slake.
The beast upon which Death arrives is ne'er undone,
For 'neath the barding bone and sinew stretch for stride.
Great Desert nor mighty plain knew not their touch,
Harmful to all things living, indeed the Scarabs feigned fear!
Verily, yes, pursuit has done harm irreparable,
harried from dune to dune without respite,
Man in eternity is yet only man.
Stride upon stride innumerable proceed,
Yet man is numbered. Yet, As is feared to see
the horses of grotesque flesh and steel and shadowed wings
ethereal trumpeters are the harbinger of such Wights, such Ghouls.
Words remembered by a frozen lips cry out an unintelligible tongue,
"Flight before the tenfold might of Beelzebub bears no shame,
but for simple combat and sure death is folly!
Wings unto my feet must grow, for these demons bear no name,
Save Death on silent hooves, So thus must I cower as 'twould seem,
Without a glimmer bearing hope for my form. The scythe gleams bright
in the the night, as my soul to reap! Fly, Fly! One cannot stand before Death!"
Grim, the path made hazardous travel, Nox fickle whims chasing stars
from the skein of night and eyes useless before return of Light.
Harken, listen! What light on western sight, 'Tis Mars!
Red shines the Light, an eye upon man eternal
Where man stand may no other, Tyr holds true;
Man against Man, Hammer amidst the middle.
A cry arisen! Tortured lungs release exultation;
"The scarlet eye doth indeed perceive my plight!
It doth perceive my futile flight, where one God stands
another may move, Pray, Pray interdiction comes
for before another moment all becomes undone!"
Tongue across sanded skin rough as stone yet twice as dry,
offer sorry supplications, penitent before Gods in truth.

 

[The Lurking Fear]

---
The Moon Rises Too

What occurs to me,
As the earth fidgets, anxiously, with
the cherished lunar pearl that hangs from her neck,
is that there was never any me at all,
just a shadow with a shadow,
cast by someone on a beach at the day’s end,
explaining sunset to his babies
as his lover wades into the cold water.
---

 

[Count Lasombra]

I could be anyone behind these eyes,
the one you adore...the one you despise.
Am I the one who tells the truth?
or the one who always lies?
I tell you things you know too well and yet you still deny,
you say to me " I don't know you" and I will merely sigh.
I see through your view as you cast me aside,
a strangers hand declined.
I see askance within your mind,alone,but not confined.
I am the other who relies.....for I am you behind these eyes.
--Lasombra--

 

[Santawraith]

THe Black Death
By James Darr (me)

I remember the days of
Glory when we fed with
No fear keeping us from
That we so much craved.

Humans thought it to be
A plague and call it, so
In their books of history
Filled with ancient lies.

Me and my kind so
Bravely took blood to
Leave open, raw sores
Behind in our wake.

Our victims would die
Of course and corpses
Soon flooded our own
Cemeteries day and night.

Soon they piled them in
Pits or even set fire to
Make all the bloated and
Stinking corpses be gone.

But then the time of our
Woe came as men found
Us as we lay hidden from
The suns deadly bright rays.

Soon they hunted us like
Wolves until our ranks fell
Thin and those we killed
Grew so few in numbers.

But only us vampires can
Remember those days, not
The mortals that have now
Forgotten we are very real.

So the war that was once
Waged against us is only
Myth and legend, not fact
For ignorance is bliss.

 

[Boo]

very good! What else have you got?

 

[Sanai]

Lonelyness is Killing me
Emptyness is Filling me
Your voice is beautiful.

Tears well beneath my eyes
My heart aches for you
Yet I cannot cry.

Your voice is Sweet
Your heart is Good
But I am unworthy.

Lonelyness is Killing me
Emptyness is Filling me
I cannot have you.

 

[Santawraith]

Zombies Touch

Her black hair matted
From dried earth and
Blood her look was a
Sight in the moons glow.

Death had drained the
Color from her face yet
Left her without a mind
Only wanting to feed.

She craved the flesh
As I did the sweet
Honey allure of blood
For I love its taste.

We made a pair we did
Sharing the same tomb
And even the same feed
On each and every night.

I drained them of the
Blood I needed then
I left her to claim the
Flesh for her own needs.

Though she could not
Speak she became one
Of my most beloved of
Companions as of late.

The touch of her skin
Was like the feel of
Those living humans I
Once knew when alive.

She depended on me for
The survival that was
Impossible for her to
Find on her own terms.

We shared my coffin
Me and my zombie for
I guess in a way she came
To be my truest lover.

Copyright James Daniel Darr

 

[Marcus Von Drac]

Sat alone in the pub, yet surrounded by friends,
Looking round in the dark, all are seeking an end,
Hoping to find answers in the bottom of a glass,
Is this drink here mine? Reckon I’ll just pass.

But instead here I sit, a glass at my hand,
Listening with boredom to the new local band,
Can’t remember why it was that I came in here,
Don’t want to remember, it’ll fill me with fear.

I stare at the drunkards, fates similar to mine,
Eyes glassy like marbles at the bar in a line,
They’re each an empty soul hardly even alive,
Searching for a purpose, a reason to survive.

Now I’m waiting at the bar just wanting a drink,
Compared to the pretty girls I don’t get a blink,
The barman has interesting people to serve,
Especially those patrons with a nice set of curves.

But now at the end, with the good custom gone,
Cider and some peanuts all for just one,
This place is too glum, lifeless and dead,
Wish I was at home now, asleep in my bed...

***

Encadenado – (Chained)

Sitting alone with the screen glowing bright,
Searching for dumb posts to snipe at all night,
Wondering just who my next victim will be,
I can’t comprehend what I really should see.

The rest of the world has left me behind,
I’m sat watching pixels and loosing my mind,
Laughing at things better never been said,
Cynicism my butter and sarcasm my bread.

Hands growing tired while the mind slowly dies,
Yet still I continue lapping up all the lies,
About the world out the door I am no longer sure,
Only online do I find the allure.

This body is rotting, tied down to the chair,
The chains in the mind hold me steadfastly there,
I should run right now and escape still intact,
But leaving’s impossible; I know that’s a fact.

Not long to wait now, I’m worn down to dust,
The cursed machine will follow leaving nothing but rust,
If anyone should happen by, should anyone see,
I hope they will learn by what happened to me.

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

Fantastic poems Marcus. Both very very though provoking, obviously coming from what you posted in the off-topic area. I hope you can read over these yourself and see that as we discussed it really is in your best interests to break away from the computer for a while and start trying to socialise again.

 

[Count Erick]

From Night's Dark Masters

"And where have you ridden, my fine noble lord?
Where have you ridden tonight?"
"I have been out a-hunting, my fine pretty lass
For the dogs hunt best in the moonlight
Yea the dogs hunt best in the moonlight."
"And where were you hunting my fine noble lord?
And where where you hunting tonight?"
"I went to the ruin, my fine pretty lass
For the wolves hide there from the moonlight
Yea the wolves hide there from the moonlight."
"And whom did you hunt with, my fine noble lord?
Whom did you hunt with tonight?"
"I rode with a stranger, my fine pretty lass
Whose eyes flashed red in the moonlight
yea his eyes flashed red in the moonlight."
"And what did you hunt for, my fine noble lord?
What did you hunt for tonight?"
"Twas my blood he hunted, my fine pretty lass
And I was the prey in the moonlight
A fine bit of prey in the moonlight."
"And why have you come here, my fine noble lord?
Why have you come here tonight?"
"I have come for my feasting, my fine pretty lass
For you look so fair in the moonlight
And I'll have your blood in the moonlight."
And her life it fled in the moonlight
And she lay'pon the Black Dragon Crest.
- Marcellan the Magnificent, Minstrel of L'Anquille

In the middle of the night,
His grave, gaping wide,
Quietly outs the hungry sprite,
On his horse to ride.
Hurrah! The dead do ride apace,
And over the land he speeds.
Finding prey they all give chase,
And on our blood he feeds.
Look forth, look forth, the moon shines bright,
He and the dead gallop fast through the night.
- From The Rhyme of the Vampire Knight a popular Brettonian poem