The Forlorn

An old man stares through the window pane The cold wind is swaying the long grass The man sits on a chair resting his weary legs Weakness reflects from his withered skin He is praying for strength and mercy Silent devotion flows around him The wall is covered with memories Portraits with faces that never grow old The dreams of the past haunt his lonely life The crying face and voice of a newborn child The piercing gaze in the eyes of grace The first frail smile of the hopeful dawn He closes the eyes that God once opened And listens the wind howling outside It cracks through the walls of old home Deep to the soul of a man without a path

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

The yellow leaves fly with the wind Covering the graves below the willow The old man stands in the doorway Wiping his eyes with soiled sleeve He kneels at the foot of the graves And touches the time-worn epitaph Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God The grief of loss claws at his bleak soul The wind carries the first freezing rain With the rain appears a light The bright ray of the cold autumn day It illuminates the cliffs beyond the field And casts vast shades upon the soaked grass The man recoils from his distant thoughts The rain flows along his furrowed cheeks He stares at the warmth of caressing light And weeps the unseen tears with the rain He touches the grass with the palm of his hand And lets the wind sway him towards the past He follows the path of forgotten oblivion And vanishes in the rain on his dying day

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The pale shadows flickered on the wall Offering a refuge from the dismal glance The man sat at a table with his hands crossed And muttered a blessing in a drunken stupor The somber room reeked of oppressive piety Spreading the disease of divine hypocrisy In the shadows a wife and child slept Weary eyes closed in a listless grief A silence hovered outside in a pitch-black darkness The man’s delusion Demons with lizard-like tongues and blackened wings A curse on his beloved His fearful eyes darted around the desolate room And caught a shotgun hanging on the wooden wall The man sat at the edge of a bed And farewelled his sleeping family The cold barrel pressed against their forehead In a calm devotion before the blast The thunder silenced into a whisper And raised the smoke of lost tomorrow

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

The freezing rain ceases to fall on earth The raindrops glitter like stars through the leaves The man leans against a high cliff side And mutters alone in an echoing deep voice The man recalls in madness The past of bleak oblivion The figment of intoxicated mind The gruesome murder of purity And the guilt weighs his heart Ending lives without judgement Entrusting the soul to mercy Watching as the time passes by The man raises his head in sorrow And stares beyond the cliffs He dreams of the timeless fall Air that frees the fallen soul The ground on his tired sight Turns into vast darkness The man gathers his last strength And takes the first step of the ascent

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

The man beholds the valley beneath him And stares at the beauty of his last sunset The light drifts away beyond the horizon The shadows grow longer with the wind The man looks at the light that withers away And feels the cold that veils his dark, fallen life He woes the grace of past and the frail fond smile In the forlorn of his lost and somber soul The man looks at the darkness that lays below And breathes the air that carries him through the depths He stands still on the edge of his final step In the forlorn of his lost and somber soul The man steps into emptiness And feels the air that frees the soul He falls and falls into the depths And feels the descending blackness

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025