| Miscellaneous works of the NiteAngyl |
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| I've written this next piece of work for the storyline of The Second Prophecy. Due to many changes in the story, I had to rewrite this over and over again, and now I think that this is the final version. This is a prophecy that tales about the fall and ascension of the NiteAngyl which results in Armageddon. PROPHECY OF THE FIRSTFALLEN He lives long, before beginning of time Made from incest, abuse and crime Houses not in Heaven nor Hell Burdened with a heavy spell Disability to love Gifted by He above When the ban is broken And the rite is spoken Then the judgement of doom is spoken over him The Sun shall go out and the world shall grow dim Stars will fall and earth upheaved Cultures disperse and leaders' heads cleaved Amidst the chaos he will fall and then rise And his old flame will suffice They'll become a king and queen Of terror and darkness: so unseen! |
| This is a piece of a work that I started somewhere in March 2003, but I never finished it. I don't know why, maybe laziness? The text gives me an unpleasant feeling, very unlike what my first intention was. Solemnly I raise my head and fix my eye to you, the star How I love to watch you all night You're so restless, once being at my side, now no more I gave you my thoughts and my dreams And the friendship that was built from it lasts Yet the thought and being of the distance there is, mercilessly tears me up from the inside The scars that you brought me, oh how I cherise them As much as holding you in my warmest embrace My heart is kindled by the blazing of your fire What a great burning it gave me, wholesome! Passion burning, stomach turning Such an ill fate it is loving you Your caring bereaved me from sight |
| "An' why art thou so far a-way from me, my dearhearted?" "Ah! lovemost; 'tis only yer heart, and not your soul, so close to me." |
| Written in less than two minutes, for a forum; There's a young boy straying on the stage Wonders if there is a part for him to play in But the master comes to him, and asks him; "Wherefore do you wander here, there's nothing for you to find here." But the boy refused, bringing tears to his eyes And with a bitter voice so shattered he said; "At all times you mustn't choose the fool, sometimes you mustn't choose by experience, but never you must judge by age." |
| T�rin Turumbar meets Romeo and Juliet: T�rin: "Oh happy dagger! Let my flesh be your seeth and let ye rust in me! Bereave me from my life!" And the blade said: "Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly and I will slay thee swiftly, so that I may forget the blood of those unjustly slain." In the original story of Tolkien, written in The Silmarillion, T�rin Turumbar commits suicide when the spell of a vicious dragon is lifted. He then sees the truth of his life; he was wed to his sister and cheated her with his other sister. When his wife, his sister, also is released from the spell she casts herself from a high cliff. Now that T�rin has nothing more left to lose, he asks his sword Gurtholfin if he would like to take his life, upon which the black sword gladfully agress. In the dramatic lovestory Romeo and Juliet of William Shakespeare, Romeo fakes his death by drinking a potion. As Juliet sees the seemingly lifeless body of her lover lying on the floor, she takes a dagger and speaks her last words to it before she plunges it into her stomach. |
| The idea for this poetry is taken from the story between Beglar and Sylva�nor written in The Last Jewel. "But my love," he began, "my heart desires for the wilds. I must go." And as tears ran down her blushed cheeks she answered in a voice so cold: "Is your wanderlust greater than our love ever can be?" Then he said as one offended: "The pain you cause me; you call that love?" |
| I have written this lovely poem for two Valentinecards to Elisa and Sylvia, without any more intentions than showing my friendship. There is this one period of the year When you write something sweet to one dear And this year it's you That I'm writing something kind to Because you're more then worth it For all the sweet things you ever did So this year, you're my unique Valentine And may I wish for forever your star to shine |