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Poems

I love to write. I've never been much on writing prose, but poetry runs through my veins.

Poetry is life. Unlock the secrets of this most precious of arts, and walk upon the path of the gods.

Enjoy. . .

==========> Andante the Everlord

One Day

I conversed with God one day,
               while sitting upon a hill.
     With arms raised toward Heaven,
          and strange featherlike costume.
I conversed with God one day. God was a tree.

I listened to God one day,
               while standing upon a foothill.
     With still small thunderous voice,
          and wisdom of eternity.
I listened to God one day. God was a mountain.

I danced with God one day,
               While running through the forest.
     With speeding spirit,
          and lifeblood of creation.
I danced with God one day. God was a stag.

I saw God one day,
               While gazing into a still pond.
     With unknown image,
          and face of stranger no more.
I saw God one day. God was me.

The Glasses

I stand in the center of Despair,
Chaos engulfs me.
Lost within Oblivion,
Death draws me near.

I look at the world around me,
Pain never subsides.
War is a cancerous wound,
Destroying nations in his wake.

Oh Darkness, Oh Entropy,
Call me to my doom.
Fate gave me power,
To destroy mortals and immortals alike.

Creation is in decay,
Crumbling beneath my fiery feet.
Souls howl in ecstatic pain,
Embraced by frigid flame.

I put on my glasses. . .

I walk in the footsteps of Hope,
Law directs my every move.
Swimming within thought,
Life holds me close.

I peer through the wold around me,
Locked withen Ecstasy's embrace.
Peace is my only savior,
Bearing nations from her womb.

Oh Light, Oh Creation,
Lead me to my enlightenment.
Time gave me power,
To heal mortals and immortals alike.

Entropy turns upon itself,
Torn from underneath my heavenly feet.
Souls wail in painful ecstasy,
Caressed by soft, warm light.

It is finished. . .

I fly upon angel's wings
Through the rays of a disappearing sun.
Only to be delivered
Into the arms of waking demons below.

Whispering. . .          Whispering. . .

It is finished. . .
                                   It is finished. . .

Softly. . .          Softly. . .

                    It is finished. . .

The Final Angelsong

Angels sound throughout
The burning heavens.
Such lovely discords
Streak the sky.

     The final clash,
     The beginning of the song.
     Creation disputed
     Among all.

Thunderous victory,
Torturous cry.
Angels' fall.
Sacrifcial sheep.

     Echoes through time,
     Taking shadow form.
     Burning solitude
     Wracking the soul.

Pain never ends,
Fear never subsides.
Haunting souless biengs
Crying to the fallen.

     Loveless, soulless, godless.
     Pain within cold perdition.
     Becoming what was never
     Meant to be.

Driven by hate,
Stricken with terror.
To live. To die.
Forever saying goodbye.

     Afraid to climb.
     Falling night.
     Starless sky
     Searing the flesh.

Augmenting pain.
Sent speeding toward oblivion.
Crying, weeping, downward.
Angels fall at night.

     In the end
     Bleeding truth.
     Farewell. Farewell. Farewell.
     The final song of the angels.