Sacred & Profane
Stars paused their Allemande When I spoke my name, I felt the pull toward the sun, Flaming chatter waned. Old one that I fear, Old one that I love, Old one that subsumes me, Passions won. When the circle closes in, I press my wings firmly out, With burned intent. I am unraveling, untying time. To the void that sings to me, I toss the line.
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
On the edge of a knife I feel I'm falling over Life Fling open wide your Citadel At the precipice of hell I feel the mantle of a soldier My existence smolders I toss the flame through the veil At the precipice of hell I clear my path, a scorched earth My flame births the ashes Here I'll grow my worth It is time I heed the call Voice steely from the Fall Fling open wide your Citadеl At the precipice of Hеll I feel the roar of my soul Fighting pain, becoming whole I toss the flame through the veil At the precipice of hell I clear my path, a scorched earth My flame births the ashes Here I’ll grow my worth I clear my path, a scorched earth My flame births the ashes Here I'll grow my worth I clear my path, a scorched earth My flame births the ashes Here I’ll grow my worth I clear my path, a scorched earth My flame births the ashes Here I'll grow my worth Up through flames I rise Finding breadth in the skies Up through flames I rise
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 01, 2026
Dry lips taste death on salty seas Are you beyond the swell? I feel brittle sand 'neath my knees It knows, but it won’t tell me Where are you? Where are you? In the mist of dreams I sense you Damp on my skin, absorbed like tears I need you, stay in my blood I am you, we are one Numb hands in snow will freeze If I dig my way to hell Truths hide in tendrils of jungle trees They know, but they won’t tell me Where are you? Where are you? In thе mist of dreams I sense you Damp on my skin, absorbеd like tears I need you, stay in my blood I am you, we are one I wake to dream, I dream to see Aural visions of the knell Through the haze your hand Reaches out to me, but where? Why won't they tell me? Where are you? Where are you? In the mist of dreams I sense you Damp on my skin, absorbed like tears I need you, stay in my blood I am you, we are one
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 01, 2026
Ash crumbles from your tongue Earth beneath your nails I prefer to spread my avian scales Finding perch in the heavens From the light I fly into the night Finding places for my soul to breathe In the fight I stand up for the might Of my voice It cries to be free Are you from above Are you from below You have no power to tell me With your earthen lips, where to go From the light I fly into the night Finding places for my soul to breathe In the fight I stand up for the might Of my voice It cries to be free
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
I was nothing, You were Time Cold, wet, reclining Deep into dawn I felt your breath Slither in my ear You said for a taste There'd be no fear! Up I rise from Seas Immortal Feel my timeless reach Suns may die and moons they rise At my word, for I am Eve Haloed, naked, moon behind I feel wet clay dry Nightmares forged in seams of dreams Wrap your scales around me I stand, baked by heat You could set me free! Up I rise from Seas Immortal Feel my timeless reach Suns may die and moons they rise At my word, for I am Eve In my dreams I see the Door… Floating, wrapped in blue In my dreams I pass on through Dancing on Star Up I rise from Seas Immortal Feel my timeless reach Suns may die and moons they rise At my word, for I am Eve Eve
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 01, 2026
Your fires freeze me Rivers of icy flame That flows from your tongue Envelops me, envelops me again Your agate streams to my tiger’s eye A journey into your lust A fire beneath Blackened, blackened crust Oh— a universe of sighs Oh— how far between? These ridges of identity Your hot winds, they floor me Breath released, a smog That sticks and obscures Smothers me, smothers me in fog Your granite zenith Hides me from solarity Too much to bear, you are Towering, towering into polarity Oh— a universe of sighs Oh— how far between? These ridges of identity
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Just traveling through this world of woe Yet there’s no sickness, toil, or danger In that bright world to which I go I’m going there to see my father I’m going there no more to roam I’m only going over Jordan I’m only going over home I know dark clouds will gather round me I know my way is rough and steep Yet golden fields lie just before me Where the gods their vigil keep I’m going there to see my mother She said she’d meet me when I come I’m only going over Jordan I’m only going over home Over home
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Looking back at the shadows In the thickness At your form so close… Can’t shake this sickness Looking back at Hands I adore At your form so close… Why couldn’t you be more? Be more than streams of gray More than shadows weeping Substantial beyond tears Strong for arms’ keeping? Looking back, looking back At your freezing, hovering breath At your form so close… I part the veil of death Be more than streams of gray More than shadows weeping Substantial beyond tears Strong for arms’ keeping
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
My wild heart grieves Seeing how the night leaves Shadows from my sight My hands become granite Placed in the light velvet Touch I lost in dark Like the distant static of memory Like the ghost touch sensory The light, it drives the hellhounds away If I can hold it Time, it drives a blade through the voices Cutting through words and through dreams Time is a sword, a sword My wild heart cries Blindness in cruel light For I’m wounded by day My hands become stone No more fire in my bones Left cursed by this mark Like the distant static of memory Like the ghost touch sensory The light, it drives the hellhounds away If I can hold it Time, it drives a blade through the voices Cutting through words and through dreams Time is a sword, a sword The light, it drives the hellhounds away If I can hold it Time, it drives a blade through the voices Aah– Time is a sword, a sword Time is a sword, a sword
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026
Dusk falls upon Gavottes I have yet to dance I feel the pull toward the moon Waxing in her glance Old one that I know Old one that I am Old one whispering sylvan songs Rooted where I stand When the circle closes in I press my wings firmly out With burned intent I am unraveling, untying time To the void that sings to me I toss the line
Submitted by Pestilence — Jul 21, 2026