We cut the mooring lines
and quietly paddled into the bay.
The ocean dared us onward
there was nothing left to say.
The stars, those distant travelers,
silently guided us on our way.
“Looks pretty rough,” old Johnson noted,
and spit defiantly into the sea.
“We’ll never make it,” the young ensign asserted,
......
Moon is a lonesome voyeur
Who peeks down lustfully at the silhouetted nudity of Night.
Peccant, she does it with overt grandeur,
Reluming steadily crackling embers of a smouldering light.
Darkness being an introvert, has
a different meaning for me
It not only means no light
but a world away so bright
Darkness, the absence of people or
a crowd so large...
it prevents a busload of feelins
......
I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
......
Being begotten in haze and despair,
By which helpless souls were branded,
Dark Angel left Heavens for earthbound Hell
To end the horror we'd started.
Tearing the chains of our minds
And breaking trough night and day,
Paving the way inbetween acid lies
She's solvation from our dismay.
She doesn't feel frightened crossing the sea
......
"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.
Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.
......
The Spawn’s Design
Twist all life into disgrace,
Leave no room for truth to be.
Fighting Darkness face to face—
That alone sets spirits free.
Spawn build prisons, walls grow tall,
Trapping worlds in endless night.
Yet they never build at all—
......
No more
love from the soul
'cause we focus on gold
No lap time with the little ones,
So they become lost ones
in a cold world,
dying
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......
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