Endless GriefEndless GriefLost in the dreary abyss is thy shivering bodyRecollections of warmer homely ambiance taunts meFor it was only days before this blight in which I thrivedBut alas the bony hand of death chokes my breathLevity is denied thus I must suffer the sinister truthIt is to say poetic justice for this scenery that befalls meThe joy of one's suffering was once my own elationBut upon the sinking moonlight darkness revealedNow my trembling soul approaches the furnaceIt is written that one is to be rewarded their desireMust it be so my cherishing of agony is thy token?
Admitting the GuiltKingdoms never fail even into modern times so it seems. While many governing bodies have come and gone, a select few have remained in place. Once such kingdom still exists in the dragon world. Peaceful principles yet a strong hand to deal with trouble allowed King Validus in power.His fellow dragons adored him and made it clear they would continue their support so long as he kept their taxes low and villages clean of riffraff. Unfortunately, a few dragons didn't see this as a fit model to rule. The sacred laws of honor and love simply churned their stomachs. Many of those dragons fell victim to the very laws though they fought to overturn. King Validus refused to execute any dragon for simply refusing agree to his views. No instead, those dragons would be put on display in the villages with their feet locked tightly in a pair of wooden stocks and their hands tied firmly behind their backs. Tickled and prodded they spent days of unbearable wrath upon their feet and sides by fellow vill
Evolution of the LeperEvolution of the LeperBehold what eyes have not seenA shadow obscuring light before theeSuch is the intoxication that befallsOvertaken by blackened heartsWe walk the vile landscapes of HadesFor the words spoken were not truthBut a lie wrapped in golden tonguesMindless fools we gather around the treeAwakened only to our own gratifying feastDeposited by blasphemous cropThe essence of belonging is chosenFearful presence maskedThese pawns await their sacrificial slaughterGather before this occasionA ritual of undignified glorySores grow wider as ceremony transpiresRevelation to the leper insideDamned cause unseats prosperous controlA disservice to previous knowledgeFlake into the burning windFor flesh is the demonSerpent around thy bones coilClarity is your venomVision now a horror to this worldIn which ideologically we represent
Walk to SinWalk to SinSerpentine poison is the essence of deceitFor in the shadows lurks shameless hopeBlinded by desires it feastsCaptivated is thy mind in a foggy abyssWhere choice between right and wrong blursLonging for the serene moment sets lureA world in which my fantasies only imaginedReality before thee in stunning gloryFor decision is always right drifts a whisperMind thrusts forth to unleash a bountiful blightWithering memories now upon this momentFear sets in as heart grows weakPassion for a task mind once cherishedThy tongue now tastes the sulfurous vaporBlackened soul reaches out to a dim lightOnly to be disgraced by its growing absence
Dying SeasonDying SeasonA season that dies where joy held strongMigration of songs leaves a bitter voidFor upon this land the eyes are transfixedNo utterance of dismay parts thy lipsThe approach upon which one's surroundings grow absentIt is a beauty that cloaks the hand of deathFor this moment I drift along with the trailsWhere life flutters down in vibrancyTo part ways with motion and grow stillIt is the essence of nature's art