Led to the Scyld,
It is the river of the Dead.
Crimson sorrow washed by the sins of mortal lust.
On its banks swirm the mist of Him.
The Dark Lord, who will now own my fetid soul.

Stinking of sin, this unseemly feeling of death.
Was it only yesterday that the dagger pieced the heart?
It is all a dream; yet Sheoul is beautiful.
All the wretched dreams are now over, I am at peace.

The ice cold glacial cleft where i lie
As Time is non existent, and my existance freezes to nothing.
The sleep overtakes me, but does not conquer.
I hear it.

The swish of a feather touch, the white light that dazzles the very core of my unseemly being.
I do not behold the sight, my visison is lost.
But, who are you, alien being?
Joy and purity in the bowels of Evil?

The voice and the song "Lady of Poison"
I feel those lost tears flow one more time...
I despise you Sheoul.
I despise you, Evil.

Take me away, unknown angel.
Take away this wretched, degraded being.
To wherever you steps may take.
Atlizuth or Assiah.

The light receeds. I feel the warmth lost.
Where are you going?
The song fades. And I realise.


I am still alone.

Rejected.

I know what its like to be rejected,
Again and again until;
You realize that you are nothing but the castaway.
The mistake of creation.
The obstacle to the perfect world.

I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the fire of helplessness burning within you.
Your love-blood evaporates to nothing.
And you suffer.
And no one notices.

I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the hot liquid seeping down your cheek.
And the bitter bile at your throat.
The feeling of disease and plague.
And that you are no longer anyone.

I know what its like to be rejected.
To hear the words “It won’t work out.”
To hear the words “You’re not my type.”
To hear the words “ I’m very sorry.”
Better luck next time.

Better luck next time?
There won’t be a next time.

The metallic taste of blood slices the tongue.
And the knife falls from the hand
Sparkling a crimson hue.
The spinning of world.
The feel of the cold stone floor rushing to meet you.
The crashing pain in the skull.

Goodbye.

Death will not reject me.

My body is cold, frozen from deep inside
My lips are crimson ice.
Eyes as hollow as the whore you took yesterday.
Heart as tainted as the Demon's kiss.

The golden mask slips,
The gasps are heard.
My eyes narrow, sparkling in greed.
I feel my lips moisten.
What a beautiful man.
What delicious prey for tonight.

Sickeningly white fingers beckon at the innocence
Your body, helpless in lust; follows.
I wonder who brought him here.
A virgin flower, to a congreagation of sins and filth.

In the dead, dark garden
Where violated angels stand encased in cold marble
I brought you; you followed me like a lost puppy.
One soon to be enslaved and exploited.


The light of the moon was almost like a shroud
Over a dead corpse.
It shrouded us.
My dead eyes assaulted your vision;
And I felt you drown under the grip of my control.

Our lips met.
And you tasted the poison of lust.
I felt your desire,
As fresh as the river.
And I knew, that you were mine.

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It’s been almost a fortnight since you left.
Your watch still on the dresser.
Your sock still lying on the living room floor.
Your eyes still in my mind….and my heart.
Those deep, black eyes…as black as a never ending winter night.
Cold, still, beautiful….wrenching out every secret from this rugged heart.
My scarred face, my scarred existence.
Seeing through one eye, I only see one side of this world.
Oracle, Oracle….I am the oracle. One who sees all.
One who knows all.
Then why do I not know who you are, ice-cold prince?
Your eyes, deep, black eyes….as black as….no,no…they are a true black.
The black of sparkling ebony presented to a queen.
This one is as black as charcoal, burnt, harsh charcoal.
You are the child of the dawn and enigma.
Unreachable as the sun, alluring as the Apsara
The dance of the ethereal starts…the song of the enchantress moon.
I see you now. I am the Oracle. I see all.
I know all.
Sent by the gods of blood to destroy this abomination with one eye.
One eye. And she sees all!!
You came, you left.
You did not kill me. Why?
This eye now sees that you will never return….and the wasteland lies before me.
Death seems a gift, but I regret not.
Goodbye. I have loved you.
I love you now.

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I still look into you blue eyes, eyes that seem like the ocean
So wide, so deep; I feel lost in them
The silence of your lips, the soft sigh of your breath
The touch of your hand; the touch I have longed for
I see you smile, the iced wall of your heart crack
Like a dam that cannot hold back the flow
The flow of your emotions
Reverberations in your soul
I see you smile; the sparkle in your eyes
So happy, so happy, you look so happy
I see your pain fading, slowly receeding
As peace creeps in,I see the war settle
The war in your heart is ending
Is joy on its way? Is happiness coming?
Forgive me, me beloved
Should I not know? Why must I ask?
I must feel it in my heart. Is it not?
You look so beautiful when you smile.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your smiling face.
You carry me to the Seventh Heaven; to the brightest star.
My song is carried by the wind.
I know there is not greater joy; no greater ecstasy.
When I see you smile.

...

Everytime I see your hair
Flowing gently in the morning air
When you open the window and look,saying
That no one could ever eat the food that you cook.
I have to agree, the soup was bitter.
And frankly, I threw the chicken into the litter.
You never up those old socks
And never ever replace the bottle corks.
Yes, it's true.
You're the greatest mess.
But then again, baby
The best part is, it never made me like you less.
Every silly thing that you said or did,
Made me feel like.....
Baby, I don't have a rhyme for this.
I need to tell you straight from my heart
You're the greatest work of art.
My Da Vinci, My Michaelangelo...
My interior decorator too...
I love you baby, that's all I wanna say to you.
Yea yea, I know I keep telling you.
That love isn't real and getting serious is weird.
{Oh great, now I've lost the rhyme again.}
What, you expect me to be a bard?
You know me better than anybody
I ain't no poet, but I'm speaking out.
Telling you that I can't do without you.
I'm going to end my awkward lines.
I'm hoping you'll always remember our times...
I love you.

I know someone like me shouldn't write stuff like this, and this is CRAPPY witha capital C. But I had to put it down. I kinda feel this way right now.

Prince Charming-Snow White

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a handsome prince in a beautiful castle. He was the only son of the king and queen. He was the most handsome and wonderful man, the envy of every other man in the kingdome, the desire of every other woman in the kingdom. His name was Prince Charming and he was the greatest and most beautiful prince of them all.
Every night, when everyone had fallen asleep, a dark figure would creep out of the castle and go to one of the houses nearby. Every night, it was a diffferent house. The next morning, a beautiful girl was missing from the kingdom. She was never found again.

One day, the king summoned the prince to the great hall and said, "Go to the next kingdom and make the princess Blanche fall in love with you. I want you to marry a princess who will bring us great lands in dowry but her father refuses to marry her to anyone because he treasures her. Make her fall in love with you." So the prince set off with his loyal servant to the other kingdom. The servant carried all the gifts and jewels for the princess while the prince carried the sword. They were passing through a deep, dark forest when suddenly they caught sight of of little cottage deeply set in the trees. The servant suggested they spend the night there and the prince agreed. When they knocked at the door, it opened on its own and inside they saw a strange sight.
There lay on the floor a blanket and on it lay the most beauttiful girl they had ever seen. The prince came to take a closer look and realised that she was Princess Blanche because only Princess Blanche had skin as white as snow...she was also called Snow White.

Snow White was hated by her mother who believed that her child was a witch, because no human could have such great beauty. Her father only waited for her to grow into a beautiful woman so that he could add her to his harem of concubines. And Snow White.....one day, when a hunter, who was employed by the queen tried to kill her, raised the axe over her head, she looked so beautiful that he couldn't kill her, and when he lowered the axe, Snow White quickly ran away. The hunter was killed by the queen and Snow White found the cottage in the forest, where she lived with seven dwarfs. But as the queen sent more assasins to kill her, she dressed up each dwarf as herself and instead they were killed. When Snow White was alone in the cottage, along came the queen dressed as an apple seller and offered her an apple, which was actually poisoned. Snow White smiled and took the apple and invited the apple seller in, offereing to give her a drink because she had walked so far. The queen, thinking it would be suspicious if she didn't come in started walking inside. As soon as she did, Snow White whipped out a dagger and stabbed her and as the queen lay dying, Snow White said, "I know you have poisined the apple, dear mother. But I will bite it." And she bit the apple and collasped, dead.
When the prince came to see the princess, he fell in love with her at first sight and carried her on his shoulders back to his kingdom. Her servant reminded him that she was dead, but the prince said that he loved her and he would always keep her with him..........