Forged in Steel and Love
Springtide crashing over the fields Flora and fauna commiserating My heart open and contented Shimmering rivers flow ethereal Misericorde forged in steel and love Reflecting the sun's bountiful rays
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
On this silent morn My oaken door Welcomes the rising sun Daylight breaking forth The wind blows My falchion shimmers Evermore My quixotic desire Carried by vernal streams My psaltery rings Echoing my dreams As I gaze to the west From my destrier, weary Sunbeams pierce my cataphract From spaulder to greave
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void Where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory A wave to end all time Red birds escape from my wounds And return as falling snow To sweep the landscape A wind haunted Wings without bodies The snow, the bitter snowfall You wish to die in her pale arms, crystalline To become an ode to silence In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen The cascading pallor of ghostless feather The snow has fallen And raised this white mountain on which you will die And fade away in silence
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025