In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
Wailing with sorrow unknown,
Orchestrating harmony of the deep,
He walks on the path of of shadows deep,
Scarred and bleeding with blood so obsidian,
He walks on the path of shadows deep and lurking,
Deep and endless like none other,
Beneath the gaze of the Dragon's scale,
Cold yet fiery,
His innocence begins to seep,
Stripped by the cruelty of dark and ruthless humanity,
He treads and dances with Fae in forests dark,
Where Sirens' songs leave mortal marks,
Marks incapacitated with weakness and emotion,
Decaying corpses of those who knew too much,
A world where Mermaids' mournful cries,
Reflect the truth of hidden deception,
Lies fed to the beings forever,
Treachery!
In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
In the company of Wolves he strides,
Their harmonious howls a chorus to his fall,
Fall through a leap of fate,
With Gorgons' gaze, his soul confides,
Solidifying his darkness and twisted mind,
The bitterness of it all,
Enraptured,
He dances with the Nymphs of night,
His cold fingers digging the heavenly beings,
Underneath the Harpies' flight,
Each step he takes,
A burden grown,
A burden heavy it annihilates his soul,
In a world where kindness is unknown.
Bereavement!
In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
He finds himself in the den of Vice,
Residency of impurity,
Where Satyrs revel without decency,
Addictions become the price,
For fleeting moments free of blame,
Pride in the shards of methamphetamine,
Pride in the dust from Moon's lips itself,
Chalice of mead,
He drinks the nectar adorned poison,
Poison sweet,
While Minotaurs stomp with their sturdy hooves,
In a joy of momentary liberty,
His vision blurring as the world he knew distorts,
As innocence crumbles and contorts,
Perturbation!
In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
Darkened figures loom with whispers of coldness,
He rushes to join ranks of such darkness,
A smile on his face,
His face entwined and sealed,
With the wrath of shadows his heart sold,
Sold to no other than devil amongst,
His soul bare and assaulted,
A night of wrath under the Moon's grace,
He finds himself a wicked boon,
Promising a forsaken Neverland,
Land of Peace and Sobriety,
A dagger's gleam and a glorious scream,
A life extinguished in his dreams,
Pessimistic!
In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
In silence where Sphinxes pursue slumber,
He mourns the loss of forbidden purity,
His soul now a cavern dark and deep,
Where light and love are stricken with infection,
No cure known to mankind,
He walks away from all he learnt,
A haunted man, his heart askew,
Stripped of humanity's warm embrace,
A shadow now struck in endless void,
Disgrace!
In twilight's mist where Banshees wail,
He journeys on the path long forgotten,
Darkness clouding his thoughts,
In lands where Griffins guard the sapphire skies,
He walks with hollow and vacant eyes,
Eyes once filled with purpose and love,
The beauty of the world now destroyed,
A soul forever tempest-tossed,
Tarnished!
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
