Fragile Monuments

When sullen storms kiss the cloven horizon And sunset greets the delirium of stars From the nightborn maelstrom of whispered secrets Let stream this dirge, that the four winds hiss. Embalm the delights that grievously squirm Confined in soulless tidal throes Rebellion-buried within vaults internal The entrance to the sway of worms dost unfold. Appeased and withered, passions bleed deep No longer to tarnish soporific constellations Wrinkled is the skin What even grief hath forsaken With memories shattered Like fragile monuments. Crown their closure At the throne of untold sorrow As the curtain finally falls In the theatre of perfect deception. Like a bleak romance of dying seraphs So cold are these remnants forlorn (sculptured by oblivion and the stench of decay). Whilst black mists enfold the frozen panorama Adorned with the sapphirean tears of denial Let stream the dirge that the four winds hiss Aeons of anguish would hurt less than this. For time is such a poisonous remedy Transfigured promise that reveals the vista Towards the garden of ivory stones Where my image is etched Like a xylograph 'midst the thorns.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Vast are the thorns that in my aenima plague carved Yet distant the sob they tore from within Never let my yawning gashes by light be defiled And Heaven ablaze wilt bleed wrapped in laments. Is passionless the desire I burn with? Teach me to suffer for the ageless bliss In scarlet magic to drown enraptured Like the dreaming chaos in it's kinglike exaltation Whither hast thou my muse intered? Never was I whom the stars besought A flight with no wings require I not The dreadful forbidden name is but a thought. Open up,somber vault of lifelong abstention! And amidst the forgotten my fears receive For they giveth me naught save the weakness The wormholes festered,in the skin of my sanity. August are the sights of the raging tempest The lambs with the vermin attributes weep For oblivion impends unfurling it's velvet embrace Their silent mortician to be. Into the lunarchways majestic I cut myself loose As the fullmoon orchestra plays enchanted And with the manifold faceless guises of night Beneath the wolfcrown aflame I open the gates...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Reach the ancient heart of the stygian obscurity Wherein all the names of mine are written In pits profound,where festered dreams sigh And longings scorched seek reason to return. Admire the flameflowered mansions arcane The sulphurous secrets gowned in rapture profane Fear not the fire of all-knowing wisdom Furiously burning with such ravishing splendour. On the wings of my most fervent passion Which the fools dare name blasfemia To thee I have returned from the heart-dead sunworms domain A coffin-shaped lair they have woven around me For I've pladged no allegiance To their fabulous sacred theories Those spurious servants of a crownless king Who holdeth their cross in vain. No Phoenix phenomenon shall their fall contain! Leave their carcasses scattered and slain! And now I'm visualised To blind-faithed eyes Lofty and proud, to be recognized. As the mourning-scented bloodstorm winds Of their final downfall blow Like a nightclad werewolf upon the moonlit glade I shall hunt them down in the snow. ...and the frostbitten ground now consumes their wretched gore My victorious hiss fulfills the oceans ethereal And the stars gleam nameless above As shadows call forth the seas of Cthulhu Be wide awake my dearest Of my fiery necromantic kiss! Thine arms soothing around me enfold To cease my yearning cursed The sweetest witchcraft thy lips do hold Can only quench my thirst. 'Neath the enchantingly blazing corona of night drown thy desire into mine! With all the senses cast to a feverous grandeur In the sins of the flesh we entwine. Eternally...We entwine...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025

Penetrate deep into my pain Clandestine and silent, yet never to subside A curse that wears no face or disguise Behold the heavens lustrous that my contempt arouse Still I covet one thousand eyes to possess When the dusk paints the perfection most complete So hasten I to beset what’s left of the light In the grace of obscurity to empower my sight … to seek what’s seemingly never to be found Why hast thou broken my wings? Didst thou see peril in me? Accusing me for perfidious acts was thine utmost stupidity For those were only ambitions A greater sovereign than thou to be So, betrayal thou didst promulgate For the fear of dethronement made thee elate: “Begone, wretched creature of pride! In the burning arms of oblivion be forever lulled!” Yet thy sentence I accepted with mockery: “Who art thou to sit in judgement upon me? How spiteful soever thy words would be I bow to none, so shall I not before thee!” Then the curse was cast And I’d fallen aghast With my hordes wearing new grown horns Like black lace clad eerie shadows into the everburning pits we descended Like a phantom spirit That breeds the eternal fire The flaming abyss and the secret it keeps Were there for me, a new home to be… Fleshless yet awake Shapeless and forsaken The Serpent of old I am Still pulsating in the depth of this tragedy’s birth With the “mercy of God” etched in my heart But even tortured by the lashes of million godly whips No word of penitence will ever pass my lips

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Enter the fogdraped silva, ye sanguine flames of dusk Carry me forth through the scent of dying flowers Vain are the words that this cordial silence recites When grief tinctured thoughts enshroud my voiceless sighs. Incline furtively into me, with no warmness of sympathy ‘Tis not despize nor fear, what for the gloomy depths I foster Where my sanity parched and seer shall weep All defaced by soulscars incised so deep. In yearning suppressed, where the art of vanishing lurks Reveries are blissful only when inearthed For dustless my frail wings are still …slashed by barbed wire arms that once held me so dear. Of dolorous dreams, ridden with sickness internal, I feed Grimly has the emotional volcano been smothered While remembrances beseech, and the illusions depart Wouldst thou hear the everhaunting rhymes From the stabwound in my heart? Mine is not the triumph over hostile ranks around me But the formidable grasp of the all-devouring void inside Deliver me from it’s claws tremendous! Cut me open forthwith! Release me! Release me! Through the whirlwind of visions nondescript, I crawl As I kiss the freezing lips of solitude Onward to the cold hypnotic aurora Of towers exalted by crystallized distress.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025

Forced to endure throughout our pestilence, As the gift of life turns to curse From the confines of sepulchres Voices for vengeance cry. Souls flit about their desolate tombs The unborn smell death in the wombs Still, we warble of the light to come Yet hope faids as the dark prevails. The endless chantings discordant now stand As we ourselves with prayers blind, Words of salvation and comfort known are not. Is there but no light to shine upon, Can there be no light which shadow will not make? The depth to which the gory scars go suits The length of time in which they do not heal. There comes light with sacred visions There lies hope within faith The strong last and the awakened remain. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit Let them fall in misery. Compassion be the vice of us And thus we resent it all. Shall not stand with ones who cry Aloud their folly, ye shall be as ye are Begone you warps, you bended minds Fear shall not come upon me. Mute is now the ground of ours Ends one, begins another There is light before thine eyes A light desired, much desirable.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025