Lead and Aether

First stairs down The galleries of chaos Organized structure; A hall of Sweet images Smooth marble The huge pipes Of Organ metal Blew shape Forms and colours; An ethereal harmony Dances on Lead and silver Were carved

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Stream brought words And stream brought meanings Through its aether were seen all beings Beauty revealed as cruelty Core of grief as death of desire Stream flow in depth unmatched Crossed a statue with no hearing March came colder than invited Crossed a realm of two endings Stream to a sea had started turning ["The March and the Stream" is dedicated to Iia (1976-1996)]

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

The first spring gliding Through the woods of velvet Wanderer still And the road moving The second spring falling Down the rough face of the gorge Ropes of hope Cut and uncut The third spring diving Into the veins of the mountains Cold pressure - suction Here to nowhere

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

The darkness plain and fertile A breeze flame-scented and warm Would set a forceful glow Sparks from the anvil As high as a throne Hammers from heights Brows with a crown A bow from fire to another A season of raging decay The gates of oblivion A the moments of grace

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

The edge of a forest went shallow in twilight The edge of a blade drew a line with a clue The edge of a cliff to sharp for crossing The edge of the world still unknown to few

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Deep in layers unwarm drifting Lower in depths still descending On wide billows slowly floating In colder streams smoothly drifting Beauty unleashed Light wind flowing Heard silence A dance to abyss would soon follow Once another would soon swallow Darkness as the light most silent Silence as the darkest of voices From silence and anything To silence and nothing Is the path of final solitude

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025