| In distant times the world was pure and thornless roses bloomed in white. Expressing what their petals saw. A peaceful valley primed on life. But thoughtless man would stain their eyes and through him death and darkness formed. Reminding us the reason why, Roses bleed red and dress in thorns Mazan- The- Ape |
| Turn from the light and live for eternity A mesmerizing whisper I once heard in a dream And blood painted my dream scarlet Sending my soul to sleep I dreamed a purple night sky Which I crossed on black wings I met the Queen of Darkness Destined to be my bride And blood painted my dream scarlet Sending my soul to weep I once dreamed of a tower Of black ebony stone Surrounded by three rivers Flegethon, Acheron and Styx And blood painted my dreams scarlet Drowning my soul in grief I dreamed of frozen caverns Bathed in pale moonlight Unearthly bat-like figures Were resting in the vault And blood painted my dream scarlet Marking my soul to deep I once dreamed of a grey wolf Which came and licked my hands I gazed into the beast's eyes And saw that I must hunt And blood painted my dream scarlet Upsetting my soul from sleep And now I dream of myself Transformed and born again Free from the earthen death tides Entering dreams of others And blood paints my dreams scarlet Sending my soul to feed Mazan-The-Ape |
| I travelled through the eyes of the Necroscope Into the realm where marble tombs lay open Where Death and Decay hold their thrones And sorrow chants her funeral song A weird sweet music fills the air As shadow forms gather in circles And it is nighttime, so cold, so dark When spirits start their dance macabre Ghostly dancers whirling around Their lips move in silence And there is death in their eyes A young couple waltzes among the gravestones (holding goblets of silver in their hands) Together they drink as the music plays on Together they die poisoned by their own hands Beside a grey mausoleum Two duellists fence with etherial blades And as the sword pierces the heart A misty veil enshrouds them both A man whose faithless wife betrayed his love Slays the unwary lovers onto their bed of lust As a poet of unsound mind ends his damned being Giving his life for the glory of the black art Centuries of spectral agony and pain Performed like a drama before my eyes In the first light of day the spirits disappear In a haze of ghostly mist shimmer away Until the next time they replay their deaths Mazan-The-Ape |
| Angel on Highway 109 A drunk man in an Oldsmobile They said had run the light That caused the six-car pileup On 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about And blood was everywhere, The sirens screamed out elegies, For death was in the air. A mother, trapped inside her car, Was heard above the noise; Her plaintive plea near split the air: "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" She fought to loose her pinned hands; She struggled to get free, But mangled metal held her fast In grim captivity. Her frightened eyes then focused On where the back seat once had been, But all she saw was broken glass and Two children's seats crushed in. Her twins were nowhere to be seen; She did not hear them cry, And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, "Oh, God, don't let them die!" Then firemen came and cut her loose, But when they searched the back, They found therein no little boys, But the seat belts were intact. They thought the woman had gone mad And was traveling alone, But when they turned to question her, They discovered she was gone. Policemen saw her running wild And screaming above the noise In beseeching supplication, "Please help me find my boys! They're four years old and wear blue shirts; Their jeans are blue to match" One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, And they don't have a scratch. They said their daddy put them there And gave them each a cone, Then told them both to wait for Mom To come and take them home. I've searched the area high and low, But I can't find their dad. He must have fled the scene, I guess, and that is very bad" The mother hugged the twins and said, While wiping at a tear, "He could not flee the scene, you see, For he's been dead a year" The cop just looked confused and asked, "Now, how can that be true?" The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came And left a kiss for you. He told us not to worry And that you would be all right, And then he put us in this car with The pretty, flashing light. We wanted him to stay with us, Because we miss him so, But Mommy, he just hugged us tight And said he had to go. He said someday we'd understand And told us not to fuss, And he said to tell you, Mommy, He's watching over us" The mother knew without a doubt That what they spoke was true, For she recalled their dad's last words, "I will watch over you." The firemen's notes could not explain The twisted, mangled car, And how the three of them escaped Without a single scar. But on the cop's report was scribed, In print so very fine, An angel walked the beat tonight On Highway 109. "He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare " Just repeat this prayer and see how God moves!! " Lord, I love you and I need you. Come into my heart, and bless my family, my home, my friends and me. In Jesus' name. Amen. unknown |
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