Written in Waters

...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear: "It never rains around here." The sand smothered on my chest... Was music choir... It will never leave... ...the scar... The choir will never leave. Sing for the lurker. Sing for the one with horns. We pity the feathers, we devour the wing... I sang for the swans I raped her on her throne. Let the fallen... Let the fallen hear "It never rains around here." The sane, with its beautiful voices... A choir Leave... leave the misery of the swans The sand, smothered on our chests, Was music choir ...the scar...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

A distant cry... From what I perished for? No... It was born... The winterburden I bled its tears once... Oh, if only it could wither, wither in the absence of my thoughts So I cry... I cry, not only for my spirit in its living shell But for the ones who brought the lust through me me...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am forever A storm, but ever so fearless it wandered Fear me, wherever it stands from here... I was the storm. It's magic, wounded one...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Listen, hear my demons dance after a view and a fallen star, they gather Look, see my demons gleam they've brought us stains and my bubbles bother Drifting us further away really seems like a rainy day...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

I slumber throught my years like the desert moves with the wind Frozen and flickering the lustful year has met its end A wanderer I am indeed... ...the son of the moon... and I will carry mountains soon. A burden I was for those who woke the sun. I threw their masks away lit my torches and burned their eyes Forgiven I never was But I will carry mountains soon A burden is it not? Kneeling I chose my faith while they lit the sun and flew naked and blind over my desert fields.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings Swim with me, meet my dreamking See my broken wings and my feathers the dust in my eyes My beautiful wounds are open for you to see my dreams... A withering thought for the desert storm

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees We shall inherit the time... Like the thunder stands for comfort With the dancer in our dreams Autumn witches mesmerizing leaves to flee Dancing dances that even gods and undreamt dreams would wish to see. We shall inherit the soil... Like the one who wants our songs to end. The one who perishes on moonlit fields. We are the daughters of the one with broken wings and horns... And the winterking shall be the one who carries the burden of the thorns.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025

This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows... (I touched the devil once...) ...and I have touched the past... It was like the love of thorns, like the beauty of dead summer. But I, the lurker, the carrier of wounds outlived. It. I have left now. (Have I not?) The thorns embraced us, while resemblance dragged us further down. It buried our minds. None shall outlive this rhyme...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Witches painted me, Like the mysteries created me... Like where the poets breathe, I were woven into blasphemies...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025