That Which I Despise:
Hello my friend, fancy seeing you here.
Come, walk with me a spell.
You see that river, the one bathed in shadows?
Look closer, now. You see?
Not shadows but a fear and hate nothing can dispel.
How dark it runs, my pretty friend
Look at its contrast to your pearly skin
But it is not black, nor does water run
But black red blood, red life of living sin
Why am I here you ask, by a river of living sin?
The same I would ask of you
But for you I will answer with a tale of mine
Be warned my friend
This darkly tale I tell be both Pain and True
Alone in sorrows there I sat
Smothered 'neath lies, and secrets and pain.
Sharp glass could not cure, my hope all gone
'Till He came to herald me to burning plains
Enough, said he, I can show you a way, I can cure your pain
Much easier a walk is mine, not narrow and weak like thine
Look my friend, there it be
Cross yonder river where you'll be free to live in flame
Go; partake in that which keeps you sane
A step I took and one step more
The path I long for, the path a seek
But no sooner had I passed the dark robed man
I found myself stuck, unable to grasp that, which I implore of thee.
A cold, slim hand descended on mine shoulder
And ice spread throughout as my vision changed.
Fire and Hate, Pain and Loss
The vision I seek burned by one I wish to escape
What is this but what I have left?
It is your trial, your path of fate.
Cross it you will, cross it you wont
For what you seek lies beyond, at pains end
The sweet release can come by only defeating that which you despise.
A shove at my back, and stab through my heart
And a step forward I took into Fate.
Burning lies and Empty truths
They push me back, till I am lost within myself
Barely finding my way.
Fate was not kind.
But blood and pain and fire and hate
Licked my heels and scoured my skin
Till naught but dark shadows were my strength
An agonized scream pierced my shattered mind
I hardly heard it as my own
Strong and Weak, Heard but Silent
As I collapsed on blackest shore
Not unlike that upon which we stand now, sharp and unforgiving.
I felt them pierce me.
I felt them claim my life blood as their own
A cold and sinister hand caressed my skin
And lifted me from my torment, setting me on destroyed body
Now, said he, one last task befalls to thee
Before you shall reach
What you seek, what you fear
Destroy what it is you hate above all else
You will find it here, along this river of blood and lies.
With a shriek of wind
With a whirlwind of fire, my Master was gone
With task in mind I stumbled on along pain sharpened shore,
Along this very river by which we stand, mirrors of each other.
What do you see, my friend
As I stand before you now?
I see, oh what I see.
I see who I was, the weakling I refuse to be again
I see a worthless pit of shadows that I despise above all else
Alas! My friend,
The truth I see and the truth I seek
Are but one in the same with the task the King of Darkness has given
For before me, I see who I was, who I never wished to be, who I wanted dead
My dear sweet friend
I see it now, clear as white fire
Memories, Despair, Longing
For that which I cannot have! For that which none but I can give!
With a cry pain and wild fire alight, a blade of silver slashed eternal night
A scream, a stream of red
Down a porcelain neck life blood flows.
I saw her fall before me, I felt my chest fall empty and flames leap around me
They held me, they cradled me, I as watched who I had been die and still.
As stream met river
A whisper reached my ear
Empty Shadows, Swollen Flames
Bring her home, to the land she wants, to the land she claims
The land where she shall dwell for all eternity in this life that Fate has dealt.
A crack of wind, a stab of fire
An inhuman scream tore from destroyed throat
In Hell's pain I fell into shadows, Shrieking, wishing I could take it back
This fire was not release; this fire was dark, despair, Death
And now in It's clutches, I will never again be free…
Okay, so this is just a small little poem i wrote a while ago. I know for sure that poetry is not my strong suit but here is some.
Please review! Though I don't plan on writing poetry in my professional life, I'd still like to know what i can do to improve. ^.^