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Burning Haze!

By: Alex Knight

Through the night I wait,
not a whisper in the darkness from the winds cold lips,
In long shadows I dwell amongst tombs and ancient long forgotten crypts.
The moarful wail of the November gusts, weep in the tail dead willows where in silence I gaze,
Deep within thoughts forever lost in time, of dreams forlorn in tearful burning haze.
Evil shadows now haunt what happeniness I had found,
The beast that I've become in it's wake, cold and deeply profound.
The devil take me for none but all despair, resides in souls burial ground.
I am all, and nothing to those who in heart truly see,
A monstrous spectre, of a good man that once was me!

Forever Broken!

It was late one evening, as I stood near window gazing into eternities face,
The darkness cast long shadows that crept throughout dismal silent place.
Betrayal and deception had left me to dwell among
thoughts of natures unspoken,
Corruptions child had touched my empty soul and left me forever broken.
A harlot off ill repute had I taken mercy upon without selfish mind,
In emptiness I know stand as she travels the night seeking for her own kind.
Surely such illness shall pass with time as she drifts as a poison out of my bitter heart.
Into the night I waited for sign left to nothin but deceptions revealed,
In truth from the first blind mistake my fate had been sealed.
It is better to leave creatures of the night to those whom they would belong,
Than to suffer their sins when never having done any intentional wrong.
So now alone I stand and the night it soothes my souls burning dead,
To succumb to pity for such a wretch would leave one better off dead!

Peril

It was a cold day in May, nineteen hundred and sixty six, within great peril I began my time upon this earth,
My mother a scholar, and true compassionate of heart, almost died giving to me the gift of new birth.
We traveled to darkest Romania, within the deep shadow of the great Carpathian mountians cold breath,
Where at two years of age, a fever took me and a gypsy witch pulled me back from the black gates of death.
It was in this time my mothers fortune was told by that elderly image of origins unknown,
She spoke of a future, of truths sought and found the misfortune that possessed her newborn.

It was nineteen hundred and sixty eight, my sister came into this world, another innocent life through love untold,
With hearts filled with hope, and soul fueled by purest love and faith, mother fought for my soul and into the western world we came.
At the age of seven, I was hit and killed by a drunken driver on a one way street,
The entire Catholic community witnessed this nightmare upon Sunday summer street.
From hospital revived, I returned to school, shunned by others who could not relate,
A blasphemous soul, excommunicated by priest who refused mortal phenomenon regardless of faith.
In the summer of my eleventh year, I witnessed the horrible accidental death of young Denise, a schoolmate I held dearest of all,
At twelve, the icy river took me in northern lands, where branch caught in ice saved my life from deaths frozen call.
The winter of my fifteenth, alcohol poisoning left me dead within mothers arms, once more revived, paramedics swift and true,
In the Okanagan valley the sun shone bright, love I found with a young girl who dissolved all shadows, so fresh and new.

I left that place in nineteen hundred and eighty two, to learn of her death, a accident by car within rainy nights cold grasp,
Into darkest shadows I fell, my mothers heart reached out, my hope and faith she renewed, never a selfish thought.

In the summer of nineteen hundred ninety, I was engaged to one I truly loved heart and soul forever more,
a head on collision took her from me and the silence of the night steadily grew as the devil laughing, knocked open my door.
The struggle became lost as I fell into regions black and forlorn, delivering answers to questions apparently unknown.

In nineteen hundred and ninety five, my mother died late one March night, as I watched unable to help and could only cry.
It was amist this nightmare of insomia and dreams of death, late one August night,
That a hope, a star shining brightly through the shadows of evil enteral embrace came into my sight.
The dream of a place, a sanctuary from the darkness beyond pains grasp, where all who needed hope could share free of the evils unmasked,
It would be the NightRealm and dreams would take hold, a place of friends who shared the magic of true heart as the gypsy witch had fortold.
In Darkness it came, a dream come true, the computer age built designs of mechanical heart and true souls.
Then they came from distant lands and places beyond mortal sights view.
The ones I speak of dearest friends, are ofcourse the magic I see now in all of you.......

By: "Alex Knight"

By: Alex Knight

Blood and Dust

Veridian haze, noctural sight,
A venomous gaze, the eternal bite.
Travel in shadow, moves between worlds,
Physical existance, ethereal realms.
Mists of time, touch not his mind,
An elemental creature of the forsaken kind.
Living through death, lusting for life,
Alone forever, no child, no wife.
Through nights cold touch, never seeing sun light,
Everything and nothing, dwells beyond sight.
Dark ancient tomb, away from prying mortal eyes,
The pathetic souls, eternally despise.
In casket of oak, rests through the day,
Alone forever, and no other way.
Time moving so slow, as mortals pass,
And never a difference or even a chance.
Watching from blackness, as lovers embrace,
Tear out their hearts, blood smeared face.
Laughing at frivolity, casting lifes stones,
Resting sleeplessly among ancestral bones.
There are those that scoff at mystery but they just disappear,
Becoming so ironically, another enigmatic peer.
Resting now, awaiting night watching for the dusk,
Another lonely evening, an eternity of blood and dust.
By Alex Knight

The Unknown

Through dark streets and long shadows of twisting avenue I have walked,
Past dark buildings, churches, cemeteries where the lost souls stalk.
So many nights spent alone in search of inspirations way,
An eternity of nightmares that that live forever and a day.
In all this world there are none who share my heart,
Only the dead, the stillness that I have unknowingly taken part.
In words I try to weave them a web of insight,
But all will dwell only beyond their own mortal fright.
Until the darkness takes them they will refuse to hear,
The purpose or the cause always overides the cure.
And when it does they are forsaken without dream,
An eternal nightmare self induced internal unheard scream.
Now walking in the darkness I did hear ravens call,
A little man large of soul pursued me down the hall.
We talked and dreamed and followed ghosts together in the night,
And then the dawn it did approuch and he disappeared from sight.
So now alone through darkness I walk in pouring rain,
Always to remember the little raven and his pain.
By Alex Knight