The Art of The Damned One

[EHW]

Hollow

A man, no, boy,
No older than seventeen,
Is said to only be seen
On the very dead of nights.

This person, who though to many seem too light
Acts so to hide the hurt and fright
Behind the veil he created
In order to protect himself.

He seems so aloof at times,
So reminiscent, so unaware
Of time passing by him as he dreams
Of times gone by and times not yet seen.

However, some nights he isn't quite there,
No mind beneath the skull, skin and hair.
No emotions, no reactions... nothing...
Just a hollow hollow man, no soul to even care.

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Shining Grace

An man above exemplar,
A knight, a Knight Templar.
All in all, a noble man of birth.
Leader of his people.
We follow him,
To the Holy Land,
Jerusalem.

All in all it's just a poor man's crusade.
Poor man's crusade,
Lead by the noble,
This faith unparalleled,
Our Shining Grace!

The peasantry,
We are enamoured with our lord,
He protects us from all danger -
So for his God,
For the name of Christ,
We follow him
To the grave.

All in all it's just a poor man's crusade.
Poor man's crusade,
Lead by the noble,
This faith unparalleled,
Our Shining Grace!

Death strikes, wills falter,
Our Lord's knights' wills are strained.
The evil invaders of our holy land
Are smote upon our blades;
Yet onward the Cross
Marches on our Holy Land,
Jerusalem.

All in all it's just a poor man's crusade.
Poor man's crusade,
Lead by the noble,
This faith unparalleled,
Our Shining Grace!

Lord, we have triumphed!
The Muslim hordes are driven back,
Let's kill them all,
Let's kill them all,
We slaughter in the name of Christ!
The Cross stands victorious
And we have had our Shining Grace!

All in all it's just a poor man's crusade.
Poor man's crusade,
Lead by the noble,
This faith unparalleled,
Our Shining Grace!

All in all it's just a poor man's crusade.
Poor man's crusade,
Lead by the noble,
This faith unparalleled,
Our Shining Grace!

[Lord High Summoner]

Clever work, as always. I don't quite know how you do it, but you take seemingly unrelated lines and fine an way to make it mesh with some kind of mid verse rhyme. Its a very skillful technique I must add, more so than my rhyme scheme.

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Just out of regard to any non-christian people, especially those who are Muslim.

I am by no means racist, and Shining Grace is not meant to offend anyone. Rather, it's from the point of view of a small group of peasants from the time of the Crusades, dating around about the late twelfth century. The prejudice displayed would be the probable sort of display from a fanatical Christian peasant towards any Muslim, soldier or no.

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Wings of a Demon: Wings of a Fallen/ Heart of an Angel

Feathers scattered upon the ground;
Falling from the zenith of the city
Down into the pathways of the street;
Observing the people, who make their way through
I'm made to feel that it just wasn't for me;

Chorus:
And you sing;
Open your wings, holy angel
Guard me from pain, holy angel
And with a tear, I comply -
Shielding you with jet black extensions of my soul
Loving you has become my only goal.

I used to surround myself
With imaginary friends,
Thought that they cared
But their betrayal was yet another coffin nail
Closing away the shards;

Chorus:

You all told me to leave,
My presence did nothing to help you,
I didn't have faith to find a lie
I didn't even try
So just left to survive on little, to leave to die.

Chorus:

Left to die, and so I did
Reborn into this amalgamation of mockery and truth
Set about making my new life
Putting myself to the test
Decided to guard the only one I could not detest

And she sang;
Open your wings, holy angel;
Guard me from pain, holy angel.
Open your wings, holy angel;
Guard me from pain, holy angel.

And I called:
I am no angel,
No angel;
I am no angel,
No angel.

I'll protect you from pain,
Swear on my former name

Chorus:

[EHW]

Web of Lies

Spoken:
And what did the spider say to the fly?
Why, Mr. Fly - I believe you found... my web of lies.
Music Starts

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Like a spider...
Naturally, I spin a web,
A web of mystery,
Confusing history.
Of all my victims, well...
Their lives were a living hell
So I liberated all,
Whenever Death should call
You should know it's because of me...

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Like a spider...
Naturally, I spin a web
Of tales and prophecies,
I believe none in them, you see...
Politics, is more or less...
Simply, another web of lies,
Society's made up of flies,
Drawn to the news of some disgrace
Or someone's mind replaced
And all these tales...
They are from me...

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

And this I tell you,
As esteemed M.D., Dr. Hannibal Lecter
And in my mysterious lecture,
I shall reveal
The truth of humanity!

Like cattle, like sheep,
The public moos or it bleets,
It simply follows a leader's whims,
Never changing,
It is degrading
To be considered one:
A homo sapien.

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Why, the press,
Are simply spiders,
Weaving their own thick web of lies.
And the public,
Like so often
Are always drawn to it like flies.

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Band plays the chorus twice over with no vocals

Intricate and divine,
Beautiful and sublime,
Silky smooth and softly moving.
Composed of numerous threads,
These are the tales of the dead
Why secrets are our water and our bread,
And you discover, our web of lies!

Spoken:
The web of lies, so softly spun,
It's no wonder Spider won,
And yet, it's all a trap,
To catch you out...

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Look To The Moon

A man looks, gazes even,
At her celestial majesty.
Her silvery-sapphire hue this cool winter's night,
It intrigues him, catches his eye
Much more than her beauty does normally.
Slowly, his body begins to morph,
Muscles begin to tighten,
Facial features twist,
Arms becoming forelegs,
Body gaining fur,
And at the end, a wolf appears.
And it looks to the moon, his queen
And he howls.

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Darkness

It's something that always exists,
Something that you'll never be rid of.
Something that, no matter what, will follow you all the time.
Synonymous with evil,
It seems to be the work of the devil.
All human beings have a slight to powerful irrational fear of the dark
And yet, we yearn for it's cool embrace.
For in the light, all flaws and things we dislike are brought to the surface.
Yes, dear friends, the dark is good,
And the light is evil, at times.

[EHW]

((Written a while back, now being posted.))

To Live Forever

Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to rule the world?
Why wish to live forever,
If you end up all alone?

Who feels the need to always live,
Feel eternal stings of pain?
Who wills to always live,
If sorrow is all you gain?

Why does it feel so empty?
When I read a note from you?
Is it because my heart seems empty,
Due to me being without you?

Can't wait a minute longer,
The pain I feel is true.
Why wait a minute longer,
If all I want is you?

Just want to make you happy,
To be with you someday.
But dreams do not come true,
No matter what they say.

I only live forever,
As sorrow pulls me too,
A fragile, broke existence...
For me, to long... for you.
For you...
For you~

[EHW]

Cracks of the Heart

Cracks of the heart,
They force you into pain
Into damning shame
Once you feel them.

So easy to make,
So hard to heal
Only those who love you
Can help you with them.

And when made by the one
Whom you truly love
And then they won't help out -
They hurt all the more.

Tears run down,
My aching face
They burn my cheeks
As they continue down.

What did I do
To deserve this pain?
I do not know
I just want it over.

Is that what you wanted,
My only love?
My jet black dove,
Do you wish my death?

I'll survive,
And yet I'll die,
This personality,
I guess this is goodbye.

Say farewell,
And look me in the eyes...
My friends, I guess
This is what you need

No-one cared,
Before it was too late,
It's amazing,
Just amazing,
How amazing...
That this is how it ends...

[EHW]

Tribute to the Gods: Thor

Thunder divinity,
Light up the sky,
Bask us in your holy light -
Of the electricity in the sky.
The clouds keep zooming by,
As time continues to pass
And we as lowly mortals,
Do not comprehend your means
But know that we still worship you
Thor - God of Thunder
Strike down from the heavens
Fast and furiously.

((Now, this is a potential set. Potential being the key word here, as I'm not sure how far I'll get and whether or not I may get bored while writing them.
Anyway, the theme is that I'll be writing a tribute poem about my favourite gods. Thor is one of them, as I believe that, on a whole, the Aztec, Incan and Norse Gods are the most intriguing of all of the civilizations. Therefore, a number of these themed Tributes to the Gods will be based on a god from one of those three religions. Quetzacoatl is certainly getting a tribute, as will Odin, and a number of the Incan gods. I'll also be giving the same thing under the same title to other popular figures in mythology, such as Heracles or Lucifer.))

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Tribute to the Gods: Charon

Guider of the spirits,
Ferryman of the dead
A lonely soul -
Cursed for eternity to transport
Those who have crossed over
To the other side of the gap.

Across the River Styx
He'll take you where you need to go:
He guards the only safe passage
So be careful to be polite
And pay for his custom,
Or you shall not cross,
And be more cursed then he.

Beware the wrath of the oarsman,
Though he doesn't seem much,
He is very much deadly,
If not in physical strength,
On the basis of he being the only one
Who can help you to pass on.

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Stab Wounds

Blood pours out of you;
Sanguine viscous liquid gold;
The waters of life.

The knife, bloodied by
The deep wounds carved into thee
So now that you see

I shall keep giving
You the stab wounds, the vengeful
Vicious knife stab wounds.

[EHW]

Fall Down

It's like a tap,
A knock against a cardboard box,
Something so small, so fragile
And the box falls down.

Like a push,
A shove against a wood brick wall
Something needed, something forced
And the wall falls down

Like a ram,
Giving it a battering
Stupid brick wall a battering
And it falls down, falls down.

Like all of these,
All of these hammering
Against my skin,
My heart keeps pumping...

Keeps beating
But your love...
Forces me - to just fall down.
Fall down... fall down.

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Sorrow

Curled up in a ball...
Alone, abandoned and afraid...
Sorrow flows all over me like a wave...
While I drown in a sea of darkness and despair...
Arms flailing, I try to fight it...
Holding up an arm, I hope for a friend to save me.
No-one comes, and I drown in my depression,
And with no help, how am I supposed to win,
If everyone just proves to me that there's no longer someone to fight for.
So here I am, all alone -
Crying in the dark as I suffer in silence.
Just a chilling wind hitting my body,
As I drown in my own sorrow.