Ryan Synik
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- Dec 17, 2007
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Hey guys. I'm new here so please don't hesitate to tell me if i'm doing something wrong.
Here is a bit of poetry of my own:
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']Darkness[/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']We are the stonemasons of fate
We are the gods of blood and hate
We are the masters of dark ways
We are the princes of decay [/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']Blood and spasming corpses mark our way
We traverse death, dark night and day
Break loose! the daemonfolk and fey
To hold these shattered mortals in our sway.
Consuming soul and leaving empty shell
The rotfiends, daemonfolk so fell
The gaze and dreadful stare of Mastiphal
Released from twisted gates of fiery hell
The hellish land of walking dead
Angels themselves would dare not tread
Where dreadful beast on souls are fed
And wicked gates seen pulsing red.
Daemonfolk running 'cross the wastes
With splitting scream and undue haste
Be man's death, fast or slow by time
Theis petty world SHALL NOW BE MINE! [/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']
We are the stonemasons of fate
We are the gods of blood and hate
We are the masters of dark ways
We are the princes of decay…[/FONT]
Hidden Meaning
Dark, dank, dirty.
Every second tears at the body, flensing
At the mind and the soul.
The footsteps draw nearer, not
Hard and harsh, but soft and beautiful.
Cracks in his skin and
A jovial, weatherbeaten face, he
Liberates pain, sorrow, anger and forces them,
Lost, to flee from his scythe and shrouded form,
Smiling, for another has been freed from cruelty.
Thanks all
Here is a bit of poetry of my own:
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']Darkness[/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']We are the stonemasons of fate
We are the gods of blood and hate
We are the masters of dark ways
We are the princes of decay [/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']Blood and spasming corpses mark our way
We traverse death, dark night and day
Break loose! the daemonfolk and fey
To hold these shattered mortals in our sway.
Consuming soul and leaving empty shell
The rotfiends, daemonfolk so fell
The gaze and dreadful stare of Mastiphal
Released from twisted gates of fiery hell
The hellish land of walking dead
Angels themselves would dare not tread
Where dreadful beast on souls are fed
And wicked gates seen pulsing red.
Daemonfolk running 'cross the wastes
With splitting scream and undue haste
Be man's death, fast or slow by time
Theis petty world SHALL NOW BE MINE! [/FONT]
[FONT='Verdana','sans-serif']
We are the stonemasons of fate
We are the gods of blood and hate
We are the masters of dark ways
We are the princes of decay…[/FONT]
Hidden Meaning
Dark, dank, dirty.
Every second tears at the body, flensing
At the mind and the soul.
The footsteps draw nearer, not
Hard and harsh, but soft and beautiful.
Cracks in his skin and
A jovial, weatherbeaten face, he
Liberates pain, sorrow, anger and forces them,
Lost, to flee from his scythe and shrouded form,
Smiling, for another has been freed from cruelty.
Thanks all