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Poetry by Azalin volume 1 |
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Well here it is folks the biggest collection of Poetry written by me!!!!!!
A Knight's Oath
I am but a knight
I knight I am
I do not weild a sword of steel
Nor a sheild of Iron
I do not wear armor made of both
I am but a knight
I weild a sword honor
I hold a sheild of truth
and I don the armor of love
I am but a knight who seeks to uphold his ideals and protect the one he entrusts his heart to
I am only a knight who has sworn his fealty to one lady.
I Love you Chelsea.
Saving Grace
I stand in my tarnished armor.
Its burned to my skin and shall never be free.
I walk down the path slowly, my weary sword at my side and sheild still on my arm.
As I walk down through this abysmal tunnel I see a light behind me.
I spin on my heels and turn around.
My vision is seered by this radiance at the end of this hall.
I see an angel standing in pure white radiance.
My eyes of red burn and flicker.
I begin to walk.
I walk away from the darkness.
I walk up towards the light.
My armor begins to slowly shine, the dark stains of my evil wear away.
I slowly move up the hall.
I hear a choir of radiance playing at all sides.
I walk as my soul burns and I bask in purifying flames.
Finally I get to the angel and fall at her feet, knowing I have been redeemed.
The Real Me
I had heart, then one day it was destroyed.
I had a soul, but I lost it.
I had a body, but it withered away like a dried husk.
I have only a mind, and it remains as sharp as steel.
When I enwrap you into it you will know what the defination of pain is when you lay inside broken and bleeding.
Then you will know fear, for you will become like me.
Dark Heart
I am filled to the brim with hate.
My blood boils violently as though it were some cauldron.
I wish to destroy.
I wish to maim.
I wish to ham.
I wish fo the deaths of others.
I will destroy.
I will maim.
I will harm.
and I will be the death of others.
Not many will stay my wrath, those whom do will question me and ask why?
I will grin my teeth and smile much as an executioner's axe does upon the neck of its victim.
My hearter fly
My heart flutters much.
Its like it has grown wings and is beating on the inside of chest much like a regalliant monarch butterfly.
I feel anticipation and excitement.
I feel readiness and outstretched wings tring to fly.
I know where I wish to fly to.
I will fly to my sweet flower.
I will drink in nectar till I am drunken with its spirts.
I flutter to my flower and drink sweetly of the nectar and I could live ther for eons.
Ode to Death
I am but a servant.
Loyal in my task, for with gusto I do it.
I am the black winged angel of death.
I am the avatar of the great reaper.
I claim all that I am to claim.
In hands I carry scythe and book.
Names in the book I cross out with pen.
Pen inked in blood.
When will I take you? When will I drag you to my master.
Kicking or screaming, or willing it matters not.
For by sending you to death I do what is needed.
Love I laugh, what need do the dead have of that?
HA, soon we shall meet.
I will gaze at you and you will know your doom.
Zombie, Sweet Zombie
Why do you meander aimlessly?
Sweet Zombie, Dear Zombie
Why are your eyes so lifless?
Zombie, Sweet Zombie
What do you want?
Zombie Beloved walking cadaver
What causes you to moan so forlornly?
Zombie, Sweet Zombie
What do you hunger for?
Zombie, Sweet Zombie
Do you hunger for flesh?
Zombie, Dear Zombie
Its hard to ask these questions as you keep trying to eat me!
I am the warrior
I am the fighter, why I fight I know not.
I fight for me perhaps?
I do not think myself that noble.
I fight for my king perhaps?
I do not think my king is grand.
I fight for right?
How do I know what I do is right.
I fight for her?
Yes, Yes I know its true.
How do I know I fight for the woman?
I know it because even after I have seen the days of killing.
I can rest on my bed and see her comforting me.
I fight with heart and valor just for her.
I fight just for her despite its suicidal appearance.
I think I have died.
I know I have died.
I have not died.
She caresses my my face.
I make a movement to speak.
She silences me.
"Hush my great warrior, your days of fighting are no more, please rest my love. You needn't that sword anymore".
I listen and close my eyes, for the final time.
Heaven I have found and she is there.
Pain
What pain aches worst in your chest?
What pain injures you best?
Is it the pain of watching yourself die?
Seeing it played over and over like a bad movies ending.
Is it worse when you lie asleep defenseless to the cruel world.
Is it worse when you see a person you love dying painfully in your arms.
What pain is there inside when you want to scream aloud to the silent world?
Is it more painful to watch something happen and not be able to do anything?
Is it worse when you can, but don't?
Whats it like when maddness sets in?
When the maddness is all that numbs the pain
Whats the sound a shattering mind makes?
Does it scream?
Does it squell?
Tell me when the pain is to much, let me know, let me feast.
Let me feast upon what you were.
let me devour what was.
Brambles
Brambles black and thick.
Brambles sharp that rip.
Tie around me so I can feel my blood.
Grow on me to hold me back.
Grow on me to bring me down.
Grow on me so I cannot soar.
let me feed your floral tendrils and let my blood water you.
Oh black brambles please grow something good from this heap.
Let you be something good that comes out of me.
 Azalin · Tue May 09, 2006 @ 10:35pm · 1 Comments |
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