RUINS

In a city by phantoms haunted,
Where once came forth great heros vaunted,
Once the home of empyreal dreams,
All is not quite as it should be.

A gate is there, gilded and old,
That stands on its own, tall and bold,
Through this terrible portal lies
Things haunting to the mortal eye.

A king is mounted on his steed,
Boasting proudly of great deeds,
His glittering train stretches back,
Bearing treasures from fallen Akk,
The walls stand tall in azure hue,
Shadowing the multitude of Babilu,
Who race and sing on gaping streets,
Laughing and talking of Akk's defeat.

The swords clash and lions roar,
In spectacles never seen before,
In a magnificent, maddening sight,
It all would end on that cold night.

In Babylon by phantoms haunted,
Where once came forth great heros vaunted,
Once the home of empyreal dreams,
All is ruined as it should be.


DREAMER

I look at the stars
the endless lights

My soul is immersed
in a contented self

the feel of wonder
light and life

but I realise
to my sadness

I'm alone
a sleepy dreamer

living on
the white clouds


SAIL AWAY

I'm sailing away
looking to the sea

My heart full
of purpose found

I let my soul
fly free

My memory
reflected in the waves



ON AN ENDLESS NIGHT

On an endless night
All hope fades away

On an endless night
All light fails

But on an endless night
Light breaks through

But on an endless night
Hope rides home


A POEM

Why can't you leave me
alone in my home

let me sleep
complacent...alone

My hearts already broken
why do it again?

Why try to mend
what's already broken

just leave me
me with my shattered heart

leave me alone
in my dreary home

sleeping complacent
ever 'lone on my throne


FALLING INTO MADNESS

I'm descending
down so far

lost in blackness
cold and hard

where is this place
this cursed place

where I feel myself slip
into madness again

i hear men talk
to find none near

I see cold eyes
looking down here

what is this place?
where i feel fear

it saturates me
can't you feel it to?

It's everywhere
the thing so cold

I can't feel myself
numbed by the frost

I can't wait
to awake from this

from this cursed,
sullen madness


MEMORIES OF AN EMPIRE

Oh I look on towers strong
aloft the hills where Romans dwell

The ever quaint townships
the fortresses impenetrable

Memories of empire
forged of steel

Memories of Roma
borne on the seven hills

Oh for Rome I lament
fallen parapets lying on your ashes

Oh for the Empire I lament
A thing so beautiful lost to dark

So in my heart I keep a place
for Rome to dwell never lost

Greatest memories I have for you
and ever shall I remember,
the city on the seven hills


MY COLD HEART

My soul is cold
warm fires gone

I lie in my bed
weary eyes shut

My memories bring
back suffering again

I'm tired of lies
sick with deceit

So I lie in my room,
ingnoring the loud knocks

My mind slowly drifting
into uneasy sleep

All peace gone
soul still cold


DARK KING

The dark king
rests, cold and weary

his eyes dull
from days long gone

Hades longs for
what he has ever lost

The light of the sky
the warmth of the sun

He longs for the Earth
domain of Zeus

But he stays 'lone
hidden under earth

And evermore
will Hades mourn
stony eyes teary.


ATLANTIS

Atlantis lies
under depths

glory past
long before

But under the sea
one can hear the song

The mournful melody
of greatness gone

Oh, Atlantis!
I long for you

Lost to ocean
dark and blue

Greatest of nations
under the azure skies

I reach for you
and find only ruin

But yet I still
mourn for you
Atlantis under the deep blue


A POEM

Warm fires burn
gold butter churns

my sould is content
not world weary

I wake with a start
dark alley so dreary

And I go back to sleep
red eyes leering


PERSIA

Star rise over
Great King's lands

Lord of Asia
King of Persia

Persia has now passed
under Muslim tide

The Sassanids
The Achaemenids

Lost to time
Lost to memory

Yet still in Persia
the stars will shine

As they did
over the old Empire

Over ol' citys
capitals of lore


FREE

I am free
to touch the sky

I am free
to run all night

Free as an eagle
hard at flight

Free as the wind
whisping around

Free in my mind
feeling so light

Always free
lost to my endless glee


LEARN TO FLY

gonna learn to fly
find those moments
in the sky

gotta reach for the sky
find my soul
as I fly


IMAGINE

Imagine a kingdom
__by the dark seas
Sandy shores shine
__by sea shells lined

Imagine the banners
__trimmed with gold
The light of good
__pervading all

Imagine a kingdom
__where all can happen
Imagine the kingdom
__of lost Atlantis


NOTHING

I feel the warmth
I feel the cold

But yet I don't
Also I'm numb

I'm nobody
I'm nothing


SEPULCHRE'S CROWN

Forth lept Jerusalem's King
Noble and proud 'top tall steed
Sword glimmering and helm tall
Cross ashine on proud chest

Lord's might none contests
His banners o'er desert lands
Gold cross on blue
The symbol of knights proud and true

Sepulchre's crown now lies in dust
Valiant sword lost to rust
Kingdom lain to all but waste
Great King Baldwin interred with haste


HORROR

Pallid moon shines,
Dreary house still.

A shadow passes,
Crying innocence.

Blood is spilled,
Blades soaked in gore.

Phantoms screech,
Hiding dead faces.

Thunder explodes,
Grim abode exposed.

A skull lies barren,
Demanding its due.

Souls wail,
My heart beats fast.

Death arrives,
Scythe in hand.

Despaired I cry,
"Horror!"

My light lost
In reaper's shade.


ANOTHER RISES, ANOTHER FALLS

Demons ascending,
Angels falling
Spirals of light,
Powers in motion
Another rises,
Another falls

Kings ruling,
slaves dredging
Petty souls,
Things of greed
Another rises,
Another falls

Empires dominate,
Cities rot
Rome gold-clad,
Babylon ruined
Another rises,
Another falls

Children born,
Elders pass
New to replace,
Old to rust
Another rises,
Another falls.....


JUDGEMENT

The moon afloat,
Silence around

A heart cries out,
"When will come
My judgement true?!"
To cold night sky

The soul aflame,
Desperation abounds

A phantom wails,
"Desperate heart, your
judgement shan't come!"
To the seraph fallen


THE FALL OF MAN

I hearken in the bloody hour,
Kings at war for their interest,
Rot eating the red flowers,
Death has taken our nation's best.

Nations on their knees forced down,
Fabled cities lain to waste,
All have abandoned the old town,
Leaving in the greatest haste,
Wishing mercy from a crown,
Tasting such a horrible taste
From the Great King's frown,
On his monument praised.

The Fall of Man is nigh,
Under the immortal sky,
Powers watching faintly sigh,
As they bejeweled gaily fly.


A BIZZARE POEM

Begging for forgiveness taken,
Fallen souls of the forsaken,
Torment for their blackened hearts,
Carried down in cursed carts.

They will rue the Demon Day,
Of mercy they know nought,
On Earth they no longer stay,
Fallen into rot,
In the land of demons fay.


THE FLYING DUTCHMAN

Give me no port,
On the twilight coast.

To us no landing
Is given.

For hell stays Cap'n's hands,
But we shall not stop going.

The Flying Dutchman,
Scion of the abyss.

Peace to none we shall eternal give,
Rest to none of those who live.

We sail the briny seas,
Within the great keys.

But we are fallen,
Never to go back.

The Dutchman's crew,
The Dutchman's crew.

Out of which the storms will brew,
On waters lonely.

But let us rejoice!
Fill hell with our voice!

For we still ride,
Though we can not make port!

We make war on the lands,
And endless row.

Drums beating,
Whips lashing.

On our galley broken,
The Flying Dutchman true.


A POEM

Covered in black,
Sovereign o'er none,
Your fallen angel,
Hoping for more,
Dreaming of light.

Beat me down,
But don't leave me,
Pull back the curtains,
Let blood flow,
But don't leave me,
In my lonely Hell,
Take me with you
Back to Heaven.


THE SYBIL'S DIARIES PART ONE

"Once Upon a midnight dreary...."


A Hand reaches from a purple curtain,
Of what sort I am not certain,
I hear the music rise and fall,
Atop the organ rising tall,
Signaling the rise of the veil,
Bringing also a faint wail.

"While I pondered weak and weary...."


Calling forward a dancing horde of the greatest majesty,
A hundred mimes keeping time in this play of tragedy,
Whirling, whirling, hurrying 'round to the forlorn sounds,
Racing, Racing, beginning to bound as the golden king is crowned,
They rhyme and exclaim their thoughts and their joys and their forgotten dreams
As the conductor proudly beams.

"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December...."


Screams of joy and bouts of laughter,
Seeming as some ghastly slaughter,
The painted faces of the actors,
The tools of the play's enactors,
A flute sings into the night,
Warning of the heroes flight.

"As each seperate ember wrought its dying ghost upon the floor...."


A rustle is heard in the curtains that herd the dark cast to the back wall,
It seems to give way under their weight and back they shall fall,
"Stop this!" I cried into the solemn air,
No one to hear in red velvet seats as I was alone there,
The phantom troop stood high and stopped the doom that seemed nigh,
Smiling their smiles and performing their whiles from up on high.

"Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore'...."


A flash and a light that beams lonely down,
Highlighting the image of a gold crown,
The diadem is given unto the one of heaven,
His head downcast and great moment passed,
The court was assembled,
And the world then trembled.

"Take thy beak from my heart and thy form from off my door!...."


It began to slow down with the conductors frown,
The anonymous hand stretching to signal the down,
That great mimic troop came to rest and to stoop,
They all leaving in perfect order,
Crossing back through nights cold border,
The curtain came rushing down,
Torn satin forcing me to flee 'round.


THE SYBIL'S DIARIES PART TWO

"Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before...."


The night is calling me as I lie in light,
Nightmares haunting me on the moon,
Fearsome fears and a haunting tune,
Leave, leave me in my place,
Hide my face.

"But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token...."


Give me, give me my Lady fair,
Leave this soul her golden hair!
Take my life and my heart and mind,
If only her I can find!
My heart broken.

"Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning...."


Demon's calling as I'm falling
Hell's legions marching forward.
To me is granted only one word,
As I leave my love fair.
Goodbye.

"In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore...."


The phantom wails all rise to no avail,
I shall never truly fail
While the light was rising.
"Curse you, curse you" I weakly cry,
Wishing to fly.

"'Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store'...."


"Yes, yes!" I muttered, while soul within me sputtered,
"Lies they speak, of Lenore!" I then spoke more,
"My beauty lives in these lands of heaven,
To me kindly by God given.
Under blue sky.

"'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!...."


But they left not ever me,
Though I believed that I was free,
Crying "No!" in wretched agony,
Foaming and raving maddeningly,
Fallen.


IN MEMORY OF ROME

Rome is alight,
Come there tonight.

The people are dancing,
Oh, they are dancing!

The torches are lighting,
Gladiators fighting,
While Mars looks on.

Augustus is proceeding,
In chariot strong,
None are impeding,
From the great throng.

For Rome I dream!
Seven hilled city,
On who Romulus once proudly beamed,
But now is ruin.
For you I yearn,
Where all roads turn,
The forum mighty,
Watched by the deities.

But Rome is lost,
Scarred and burned.

And on the Capitol I lie the night time,
Waiting for that special time,
When She will return.


PERSIA

Fallen from empyreal grace,
Removed from the Earth's face,
Kings laid low and betrayed,
Armies crushed and dismayed.


But maybe you live!
You never die!
Persia, on ancient high,
Under the immortal skies.
Mazda has not left you yet!
None 'bout you may forget,
Who defeated the Romans.


Hope means naught,
For you eternal lie,
Great King's ghosts left for golden shores,
Truth defeated by Muslim fools.


DEATH OF A DREAM

Inverse lines, the lies of mine,
Death of a dream, with much malign,
The death across the old streamline,
My love, with no goodbyes,
Inverse lines, the lies of mine.

Siren ringing, the call of longing,
Death of a dream, no longer belonging,
The death among the warmongering,
Their hate, with no reprieve,
Siren ringing, the call of longing.

Obeisance given, the submission of heaven,
Death of a dream, out was love driven,
The death outside by those beriven,
My loss, with no last glance,
Obeisance given, the submission of heaven.

The thunder hallows the impure night,
I hope someone will set things aright,
Because I will beg rightly
At the feet of the almighty,
For my dream to live.


'TWAS NOTHING

'Twas nothing to my mortal eyes,
The fading of the Earth, the fall of the skies,
When I called upon the gods of old,
Who once so struggled eternal, bold.

For the world is blighted,
The dogs of war delighted,
Kings and Kingdoms lain to waste,
By the hand of death erased.

The siren call of fallen ones,
Echoes throughout the broken ruins,
Once a city, a pride of its people,
Now a haunt, a nest for the night.

Such are the visions of the future I see,
From which we all hope to quickly flee,
But I will embrace the Fall of Man,
I will make the final stand.


THE IDES OF MARCH

The Ides of March descending,
Led by ghosts, never-ending,
A time of ill-fortune for those who have led
The legions and hosts the Romans have bred.

Who could have ever forseen such a day?
For which the scion of the Caesars would coldly repay
His battles and revolutions he had fought in the noon,
As the Republic prepared for the ascent of the moon,
A general for the ages to never forget,
A dictator for the people to admire and love,
Julius Caesar the duly beloved.

But his ascent will be checked by another,
Whose blood is derived not from a legitimate mother,
The last free Roman to bestride the ages,
His story passed on by elderly sages,
Who would cast of all ties of kinship,
Fighting for a cause lost to us all,
Brutus the hero would memorably fall.

A memory by the Romans never forgotten,
The people of the city by Romulus begotten,
On the Ides of March descending,
Led by ghosts, never-ending,
The gods would hear of the death of their chosen.


THE ISLAND AT WORLD'S END

The Ocean's coming in,
At our island at world's end,
Where Heaven meets the Earth,
Where Hell has no sway.

A paradise as never known,
Older than the oldest stone,
Calling for those lost at sea,
Where they can in their minds always flee,
To the island at world's end,
To the island at world's end.

No words can express,
The feeling of an endless rest,
Where dreams come true
While I stand on the white sandy shores,
On the island at world's end,
On the island at world's end.

Land of souls with no refuge,
Next to the light's eternal deluge,
Calling, calling,
As I'm falling, falling,
Into my dreamland,
My mind's utopia.

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