The Poetry Den

Exile The heavens are covered in ashes,   The clouds wearing anguish and woe The angels are singing in silence For sons that they no longer know The mountains have cast down their pillars The hilltops have fallen in grief The flowers now colored in black The forests have shed every leaf The oceans lie dormant and somber The rivers have run their course dry The birds have ceased all their chirping On this day when the flames reached the sky On this day when the flames reached the sky On this day when the sages all cry On this day when the holy stones sigh On this day when destruction is nigh And now I am homeless and lonely Like a lamb lost, I wander and roam For I have perverted my duties I have witnessed the doom of my home And now I am tortured and beaten Hated despised and abused A floundering fish out of water Battered and broken and bruised   And my glory has long been forgotten The heavenly throne now ablaze Fo

Untouchable The pale moon shimmers on your skin, Behind me darkness grows Your azure eyes, concealed by shrouds, Beyond my weakness glows A wraith-like crest, upon your crown A prehistoric rose Your tragic beauty, yet unstained Has filled my tale of woes Your gaunt and slender cheeks betray The richness of your touch Your sorrel locks, like rivers flow Ensnare me in your clutch Your fragrance sweet like honeyed mead, Has brought me to my knees Your virgin lips, now cracked with age Can no longer appease Yes I’m the blind man in this tale, This sorrowful lament For I fell in love, and fell again, And now my love is spent I could have wandered all the worlds For all my living days To give you every fallen star And the sun’s forgotten rays Alas it has to be this way, You remain just out of reach You float beyond the tattered veil, To hearken to my speech All the angels in the sky And all the beasts of hell Shed bitter tears of envy As I bid my last farewell

My Friend If you peer behind the glass facade, into this cranial abyss I reckon you'd discover there, how things are quite remiss But on top of that once you explore, behind the bars of bone Expect to find complacency, a warm and homey tone A comfort in the drowsiness, contentment in the fog Yet sorrow, pain and and loneliness, mixing up the smog For in this space I feel secure, yet tortured all the same It ’ s no marvel  why you wonder so, is he really sane And no matter of the distance run, I'm no further away The vices of this evil fiend, still are holding sway For in the mirror, if you stare, no horns will appear An assuring guise will greet you back, an image so austere Save beneath the chasm-ed walls, a dungeon dark and bleak That once you listen close enough, is audible the shriek Of those confined by stigmas, which leave them in the dust As they languish in their misery, wanting to combust And the spiral never seems to end, spinning pa