These are a few words i have to say to all the dark poets out there...let not the light touch your soul for the darkness will be scattered and there will be void inside.. for light never stays...
Who are these Dark Poets?
These souls of lamentation?
Why do they write?
Why do they not live life instead of scribbling their misconceptions of it?
You foolish fauns, you mistaken undertakers of the world's essence,
Is it not obvious?
Mumblings in the Dark; this is all you amount to!
And yet you write!
What is this drive in you,
Young wizard, young witch,
To make such incatnations
That summon forth daemons like myself to prey and pillage
Vessels of demonic possesion, thinkers of the untold
Who are you to dream such dreams?
Yet you have the most fantastic mental landscapes
That ever was visited upon by Elohim of Elysiums majesty
Put over upon by such fantasies
You frantically go to your workshop stations
Angels beacon at your fingers
Big Bangs happen in your brain
Pens and pencils, paints and brushes
Herbs of sage and holy thrushes
Line and line you work alone
To grasp a grip of Pluto's throne
Darkness you explore in spirit
Voices guding by your side
None as mortals stand before you
With as serious a threat as mental castration
Forever free your spirit be,
From tree to tree
Infinity
Worry's slurry in a hurry
Bury Clairivoyancy
Rather Dark halls my mind roams
Forever searching for a home
Burdoned not by prophecy
Blessed by choosing not to see
In this way Dark Poets find
Within the Darkness of their mind
A thousand Quasars worth of Stars
Redeeming healing of the scars
Not a verse said, nothing written
The rhyme instantly is broke
Again sober consciousness
Creeps in with it's Dark haze of comfort
Let not these moments of silence bother you, Dark Poets,
For they are supernovas of brilliance and passion
Unparalleled By Poe's very Crow
And the Holy Hand of Shakespeare itself
Whatever did an ink and feather know of Dark Poetry?
Twas always with us and always will!
Rejoice! You have already won, you masters of the Dark arts!
Your writings shall fail, and glory will come from the resulting Darkness!
Never again shall your thoughts be known; treasure them always
It is your mind that writes the sweetest sonnets
Every day a movie is created
The star is you; you are the Star!
Lucifer shining bright in the temple of Set
Nothing greater history could yield
Unbegotten passions that retreated into Darkness
Come back again, in these forlorn verses
Your verses! Your voices! Your denial and choices!
See all as one; are you not me?
If you see so truly and conceive of noises
Through Hearses and curses, the Shaman rehearses
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
