Awe

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Fall in the grass and wait when night changing morning, When sun changing twilight and beautiful moon. No reach out of palms to blood stained mouth, Then fear pursue you in deeper cold hell. You be run though dark, you dressed in the gray hair-the gray skin, You as sacred belief maybe "this time I can": Be able stay of beast, wild wolf in the circle of the forest: Memory is it black curtain; by human I walk: To nights stars and mornings sky, To days Queen sun and midnight moon. :I walk again there: Give me, Emperor of the nights, of vast possession, Of smell of the fowl, man and blood splash from vein! Only day, roar with laughter in face: "Your wolfs majestic, Back in your villages home And suffer between of the walls!" In everyone drowsing of the principles That fall to lot from ancestors, Not renewal to humans beast. At silent church I hide from light And ask another God I want take of the wolfs skin. Fall in the grass and cry

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Black then heaven Your soul is the viper Like raining blood The touch of love But captivity of soul Is mortal suffer I ardour again with your eyes Under black veil don't see without fear I fall in love with dark not you Don't keep me neither dark Nuithary Nor Grey Seducel nor evil Morgiohn Forever fly away from abyss of your eyes What present you? I wish in dark where I is gone forever If only don't fall to you by humility I fingering of days by harp of hope To wish for love, to be somebody must: But life like ocean is blooded and boundless Along the ocean though mist I must swim No changing mask but excuse and release me Don't take away of arm from me of arms You break in dust of my funny tales You stick of iron hook in my heart From soul to bleeding wound I extract out of black roses thorn In cosmic distance of universal fraud I hear of unearthly and funeral toll

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Claus of death Scratching my eyes, Deforming my face: And I will die tomorrow, And She will talk: "I go!" And this is death-slow, In my brain the row. Never say good-by, Call me when I die: I listen the vile voice- It's voice-voice of death, Dreadful hell noise, Horror after death. Welcome In to the hell, And this terror you feel "Last night the world came down Ten dead in Chinatown". Never say good-by, Call me when I die:

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Valpurgiue's night Shine stars of doom Valpurgive's night Rise again from gloom Valpurgiue's night Only enemy's here Valpurgive's night Bloody road. Young witches Sit by the mans heart Is the dagger, loop & venom Around flame they beauty But this beautiful You take away to hell. Fire to sewing Of ashes that witches dress But here to cease Suddenly you arise Unearthly beauty. You enter of fire Without fear And lick you fire, And burst you dress You quiet speak Soon be it. I see at you breast of cut Already you burn But rise again You spill the blood And give out drop by drop Undead and alive Like love you queen of night. You burn my heart No save me And fade away from you No wish me.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy Earth Swung blind and blackening in the mooniess air: Morn came and went - and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation; and all hearts Were chilled into a selfish player for light: And they did live by watchfires - and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings - the huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each other 's face: A fearful hope was all the World contained. Forests were set on fire - but hour by hour They fell and faded - and the crackling trunks Extinguished with a crash - and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past World; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth and howled. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: - a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left, All earth was but one thought - and that was Death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails - men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devoured. The wild birds shrieked, and, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless - they were slain for food. The World was void, the populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless - A lump of death-a chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirred within their silent depth. Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropped They slept on the abyss without a surge-the waves were dead. But two of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies: they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heaped a mass of holy things For an unholy usage, they raked up, And shivering scraped with there cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects - saw, and shrieked, and died - Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The tides were in the grave, the Moon their mistress, had expired before; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perished; Darkness had no need Of aid from them - She was the Universe.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026