Poetry


The Son of Night and Chaos

When would it end, the age of chaos?
Its rattle as deathly as any

The Son of Night and Chaos, I was
Hurled into the abyss of agony

By selling my world to Satan?
Or bleeding yours with my blood?

Sempiternal was my fall
And reborn I was from mud

The blade was cold, its pain
Was like a sea of red

What you robbed when I lived
I shall reclaim when you’re dead

Grinding your name, I found myself
Lost in this soul-less flood

What you lost in my tears
I shall earn in your Blood

Undead, as I found myself
A lust for pain consumed me

In this orgasm of vengeance
From death I shall be free

A son of night and chaos, I was
The Son of Night and Chaos


The Slave of Chaos

The slave of night and chaos
A spoke in the wheel of time

Scourge of Heaven, a prince exiled
Cursed Sempiternal, his home defiled

Brother of his father, an evil herder
Guilty as sin, of sibling’s murder

Sister of his father, an ancient disavower
Frailty her sin, Calamity her power

His brethren, lost and aggrey
Puppets of destiny, led astray

A slave of night and chaos, failure his gross
Burns with vengeance, nailed to a cross

Salvation to his tale tragic
The last firstborn of magic

A power, unchecked, unleashed
A whore astride a ravening beast

Frailty against frailty, the gamble of God’s last son
So dark, oh so dark, the con of a woman


The Farmer of Perdition

The son of night and chaos, father of disruption
Emerges, a wooer of anguish
The farmer of perdition

Marches to the worlds above and beyond
To lay waste day and order
To end his bond

In his wake destruction will precede
The bacteria on surface
They shall bleed

They shall turn to madness, struck by blasphemy
As the Creator reveals
His sadistic epiphany

Realization will dawn, when it leaves your body
A wisp of consciousness, shimmering blue
Bow down to death as it becomes you

All that exists is cheap dribble
Promises of old, prayers written in gold
Kindergarten scribble

Violated and slain, history reaches its appendix
As the farmer of perdition-
Reveals his identity

Six, Six, Six


The Last Avatar

Enshrouded within beautiful darkness,
An assassin by right
Claimed order within chaos,
A creature of the night

Stole the wings of Hermes,
To take my final flight
But your stars threw down their spears,
And I could not abandon your plight.

Was that the ultimate crime,
For which you made me such?
I was only a man
A man who knew too much.

Amidst the musings of Fate,
Had you proved you had a heart
Extended your hand,
I would have played my part

But you shattered me into a million pieces,
Which they carried off in a cheap cart
Like I had come to this world,
Alone, I now must depart.

I rebuilt myself in stone, heartless,
And shall always remember who made me such
For I am only a man
A man who once cared too much.


Revolution

Fated was that locked moment
When fate momentarily locked us
In this grief-stricken song, never to be free

Ended the days of man
And manned the days of end
Conquerors we raised, and parted the sea

Fated for an eternity in infinity
Eternal pawns of the fateful infinite
While the eternally infinite fate
Watched with glee

A piece of tumbling heaven
Tumbling from heaven and falling
In the carte of the grand meal, I was just a pea

Chaos within order
And order within chaos
From naught I shall create, because now I see

Everything


Endsong

Thus I depart, said the sad white lark,
Dark turns to light, light to dark.

Hush O’ albatross, hear the tide,
Pain my mistress, death my bride.

Gone my last breath, wrinkled my heart,
Three white carriages, one black cart.

Flushed from my home, a wondrous cove,
Bound to your darkness, by my love.

Stench of the dead, anger of the lost,
I part with a gift, valued most.

An age of light, of truth, of bliss,
Embrace my legacy, an age of peace.



Life

It started like it always did,
With a body.

This one was in the river.
I could tell she had once been beautiful.

But this, a bullet and fast current
Had taken away from her.

All we are, all that we think we are,
All that we are certain about
is taken away from us.

Eternity had been my teacher,
My mistress.

From the moment I opened my eyes,
she was in my blood, like cheap wine.

Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret.
I’ll never be free of her,
Nor do I want to be.

For she is what I am.

All that is.

All that should be.


The Land Before Time

In the land before time
Dainty, alluring and divine
T’was when I first saw her
Forgive me, for, for giving, my heart wasn’t mine

Lost in the treachery of reason
In the abyss of agony during hunting season
I was shot down by the man with the deal
With crippled heart and soul that shouldn’t heal

I built a ladder to heaven
To call for aid my brethren
To run away from my fate, the danger
of becoming my own doppelganger

That’s when time killed time
And destiny replaced history’s rhyme
When the cycle was recycled
And creation was recreated

In the land after time
Divine, alluring and dainty
T’was then that I saw her again
And this time she took it from me


The Land Before Time II

In the land before time
Dainty, alluring and divine
She and me were in love, or so I did surmise –

Only with her kiss, I thrived
With her touch, survived
And felt paradise, albeit in illusion’s disguise.

Then one day, a cruel bastard
Called reality, remastered
Caught me unawares, enslaving me it professed –

In the land before time
Dainty, alluring and divine
She and me were a lie, I was just a fool obsessed.

In her wake, I had faltered
And my destiny, I had altered
Now as I procrastinate, to me the wind murmurs –

A devil’s advocate, she had been
Laid claim to my heart, unseen
But had made me sell her my soul, in exchange for hers


The Siren's Call

The sweet torment of love
The willful surrender to lust
Moaning, gasping, intense orgasms
On the precipice of consciousness, only just

The chilling tremble of lips
The sweaty warmth of the breast
Urging, begging, burning loins
Borderline insanity, recently bequest

The frightful tingle of touch
The hoarsely beating heart
Dominating, enslaving, empowering feelings
Hails after you, every single part

The cherished soreness of bodies
The elusive bonds of the soul
Toppling, turning, tumbling reality
Whispers my name, the siren’s call


Death

In this dark harvest of season
My life completely lost its reason,
For which or against to decide
All lost in a savage, bleak tide.

In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.

A spear, endless, and colossal
Through my head, reaches from heaven to hell,
The armies within, fighting, burning
In my head, crying, crashing.

Not merely mine
It is the choice of Way,
An option of the voice
It is a thin line of gray.

Nothing that I do shall matter
All things will eventually shatter!
Scattering my hopes, darkness shoves me a decree
It wants to win and to take over me.

“Only with me shall you strive
With my help, survive,
And achieve paradise
In illusion’s disguise!”

“To my terms, should you agree
Make this pact of soul with me,
I offer not deprivation, only salvation
Sign here, in the name of revolution.”

Winning me, it makes me agree
Only to be greeted with a treacherous glee,
Darkness enshrouding, standing over me

“With the light here once and for all undone
You and I shall become one!”

A storm of shadows, ice and fire
Danced around with glee,
The Ring of Kronos encapsulated me.

My wings turned to ash
My heart covered in frost

And all I ever wished, was to be free.



The Firefly

Its a dark and stormy night
The lightening encores as the weather grows mean
I’m a lonesome firefly
Fighting a million raindrops, amidst these mountains green

Your world is an antfarm
From these windy heights, these skies of thunder
I look upon your swarm
Unimpressive, unimportant, devoid of any wonder

You put me in a bottle once
A prisoner in an alien world, and I could still light up your room
I see you inside a raindrop now
Under the darkness of greed, your world sits in gloom

For what it’s worth
I feel your regrets, for your crimes on nature such
For I too was once a man
In another life, a man who knew too much


The Last Reflection

I stood between two mirrors; and I tried to look for the last reflection.

I understood God.

The last one, the tiniest one, that I could see, was not really the last of them all; but only the last of what I could fathom.

I understood Faith.

That seemingly last reflection, the tiniest, most insignificant needle in the haystack; it held all the other reflections that came before it.

I understood Life.

I admired the sheer expanse of its contents, a multitude of universes, a staggering depth of blazing thoughts, questions and interrogative answers.

I understood Heart.

I squinted and could make out myself in the last reflection, overshadowed by own self. It was like my life was laid out like a path before me.

I understood Purpose.

I looked at myself, many iterations, many universes away; my shoulders heavy with burden, my eyes dark with patience, my brain aching with knowledge and my hands frozen by duty.

And then, I understood You.


The Feather

For this night
You say you’re mine
But what of tomorrow
And my lives nine?

I am a feather

I have rolled in the lap of infinity
Through uncountable days and nights
Have held in my fist, eternity
Can you overshadow those delights?

I am a feather

Falling out of an airplane
The weight of world upon my shoulders
And still as light as rain

I am a feather

For me, one promised night is cheap dribble
Dearie, I have known God
Your flesh is just kindergarten scribble

I am a feather

And I offer this advice
Oh maiden of ice
Should you wish for this estate
Go where infinity and eternity gestate

Absorb me
And become my fate.


Victory

I stood out under the darkening sky. My palm stretched.

A drop of rain fell on it. It glistened like a tear..
And reminded me of all those tears you promised me I would never shed.

And I looked at the drop of rain, and then could see it no more as my eyes vied with the rain.
And then, the rain ceded victory to me..


The Fall

A son of night and chaos,

Into the abyss of agony
I was robbed.

Awaking, I saw Charon standing.
Asking in no words, I held my silence

As we crossed the Acheron,
Where beyond, Lucifer awaited.

Playing my final symphony,
To the Devil’s courtyard, the Seraph was called.

A piece of tumbling heaven, falling,
Unable to escape my fate, biding sempiternal
Redemption. Redemption. Redemption.