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The Risen Of The CallThe Risen Of The Call By DerekThe Risen Of The Call
The Dawn is bleeding--hues of green and black and crimson-gold. Scythes proclaim the masses, "We are come to tear, to rip, to shred." Death-hymns wend their paths in chaos upon the shores of old: And from the waves, from Below, from Beyond, It rises . . . In abject horror, in all its glory: Here is the future that all must dread. Insanity absolute, abandon, oh yes--the sheer wantonness of Its lust. Its shattered smile twists in agony every soul, grotesque and sublime . . . Before and within Its hands, Its sight: Ruins, ash, smoke and dust.
by ~Arcanoi
What Cannot Be . . .What Cannot Be . . . by DerekWhat Cannot Be . . .
In the light of lightning, in the roar of thunder, we wandered the miseries of ecstasy, and the bliss of nothing but pleasure, you smiled obscenely, and came upon me, blasphemous prince of thy darkling wonder.
Of horrors that cannot, will never be named, in joyous union, in silence, in quietus, with the spoken word will never be defamed.
Stretching to hear The Call in singular resolve, we broke the boundaries without, and within, no absolution to be given, no sins to absolve, we gave, and give of ourselves, to illim
by ~Arcanoi
Blades of The SoulBlades of The Soul by DerekBlades of The Soul
Biting, it bites, and bleeding, we bleed. Its edge, cutting, we are cut: the hurt, and the comfort, we need.
This, this is the rain of The Red, so consoling in deepest of The Black. The strength, the courage, the solace: the figure, the giver, of the strength we lack.
From sorrow comes pain: our anchor, our guide. And we care not for the heavy tolls it will take. Grand Despair and Anguish--enemies of The Whole, naught but the sacrifice of Red, of Black, will you take.
We are resilient by the knowledge of
by ~Arcanoi
Song of The Waters BlackSong of The Waters Black by DerekSong of The Waters Black
Upon these shores of black, I walk, and muse in fear the depths therein. I venture forth in search of absolution-- to divulge, to expel in languor, my sin.
It beckons: waves lapping at the shoals. And I lean to kiss the Waters of the Night. It steals with every caress my resilience. I cannot--I will not--struggle: this, is my vice . . .
All blessings of pity, of doubt . . . of shame: I exorcise to The Depths these wretched things. The Waters envelop me: a stranglehold embrace. Invaded, I am lost in the songs the
by ~Arcanoi
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