Spectres of Revocable Loss
As my hollow hull lays down to rest I acknowledge there is no "forevermore" Only withering and vanity Void was before and void will be Every trace I made is washed away All the words I spoke gone with the wind My monolithic fortress razed to ashes Disciples of the ravages of time But this bitter vision holds the truth The solemn secret of my drive And may my proud words enrage the storms And may my flame ignite the world! And so I raise this chalice of entropic wine To finiteness and vanity
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
She child of winds, me son of stones In summer nights, we watched the tide The dungeon summons me aloud Our summer nights will ebb away "Are you afraid to climb the walls?" I hold my peace, she walked away There's no way out from dungeons deep And yet one question bothers me "Why, as you left in tears that day You did not ask to share my chain?" “Why, as you left in tears that day You did not ask to share my chain?”
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Ancient clime beneath unsettled skies Old face weathered by many a gale Stunted pines bowed down with grief Forlorn willows weep and mourn In unkempt heathlands, harsh and sere Weeds mildly shiver in death throes Thy oaks and beeches stood the test of time Thy sleepy meadows braved each flood Enchained by ice, the stream and brook Hoping for spring's reviving look Weary eyes seen seasons change Seen sowing, reaping, lying fallow Alas! Old mother, gray and weak Each lived through battle, left its trace Thy once splendid house in ruins Thy offspring scattered in the winds With teary eyes I'm gazing back In foreign lands I pine for you Thou art my heart, thou art my bones Wherever I may go I stand humble before thy gates And long to walk those cobbled streets Lose myself in thy half-timbered maze For thou I yearn I dream of sand and rivers deep Ghastly graves of stone and moss Of sun-bathed fields and shady groves I can't forget So I swear to you I will return To where I once descended from Lay down my head and find my peace I will come home
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Iron posts, hands on a dial, piercing miles of tiles Not coarse, a rest to hold a ghost, descended with a dawn Glistening autumn rails departing, those of winter riding in 'Tis the grime again to cover, tar, adhering matter waiting for collapse or unchainment 'Twas matter that had paid, receipts, crumbled crossing cracks In cursed gusts returning eyes, to sockets greased to plenty a time A single hair afloat in breezes, connecting useless shoulder blades Warped, entangled, bones and iron, yet never to stand as one Bones and iron parting, unsteady limbs aligning Senses frying on foreign tongues, these of most despicable descend A mind returns from hell With hands too many to bear the words With words too many to spew the curse With curses too many for a day With days too many to curse A mind turns back to hell No more are the waves through which to be caressed By delicate souls, departing on autumn rails No more are the waves through which to be caressed By delicate souls, departing on autumn rails
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Twas the bleakest, the coldest of days Those of orifices running Light had changed from grey to yellow And we stood amidst, in most taking winds, in most taking winds! I tilted my temple, took a tree above in sight As did I the loins I held a thousand times before But it was not the strongest grip they lay in this day That with a manifold of fingers could not take control "Twas here I sold you!", quoth the raspy voice Under this very chestnut tree For I was put to the test and did not stand the wave "Twas two that sold one another!", quoth I And spoke so in a voice stripped to the bone For my words too were put to practice And stood neither temptation, nor screams, nor fists And as we stood we saw a phalanx of stars above In which there was no betrayal, as was it devoid in us And we all had sworn alliance, had it not been for pain and fright And the peace of mind, the overarching bow The most severe betrayal, the most severe denial
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
I am not feeling the green burning flame As I gaze back along footprints you have made And I am not dreaming of more than you have shown You are not a foundation, you are not a stone But I'm afraid of the way that I’m feeling Afraid of this new understanding now Afraid for the beauty within me And that which I hold within my hand And this is the ultimate secret That many before me have ever known So capture me while I am weakest I want to know, I want to know Here I am wide open Surrendering to your side I have laid down my armour I have no sword at my side I lеave behind me thе ruins Of the fortress I swore to defend I leave behind me foundations I'll leave you a man I'll need you to mend And through all the battles around me I never believed I would fight Yet here I stand a broken soldier Shivering, naked, in your winter light
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026