Ghoul Bell
In a bustling, busy city there lived a man and wife
But tired they grew of fast and ruthless city life
To the countryside they wanted to move out
Alas, no gold they had, in their coffers was a drought
But one day a cloaked man offered them a cabin near the woods
Cheap it was, well-kept and the furniture so good
They bought that place, and bought it not for much
Blind fools did not suspect a treachery as such
On the first night, when in their new bed the happy couple slept
Someone outside, it seemed, nearer to them crept
The man got up and looked through the door
Ghouls outside – more coming by the score!
Ghastly, rotting corpses walking, hungry once again
Long they must have waited for such a meal as them
Eyes bloodshot, the pupils white and restless
Unholy strength, sharp claws and hunger never-endless
The man barred all doors and windows closed
But that did not help against such danger posed
To the cellar they went, hoping there to hide
Foolish, ignorant and optimistic – a human’s pride
Ghouls attacked the house, doors were broken down
Such anger, and yet they wore no frowns
Crushed were the lovely couple, corpses drank their blood
And down in that old cellar their flesh turned to mud
The ghouls went back from whence they came
Hungry still, but sated all the same
A cursed graveyard, from olden pagan times
It is their home – there the Ghoul Bell chimes
2009 m. sausio 31 d., šeštadienis
A Curse For Bliss
A Curse For Bliss
Once on feet I walked but now I creep on paws
Fingers I’ve no longer got, only sharpened claws
Once I ate with the wisest men and went to the finest balls
Now, at night, I stalk the streets and sleep near muddy walls
Bewitched I am, through foolishness my own
Truth they speak – reaped is what is sown
With Torundar the Old I spoke that day
Drunk I was, and so my tongue ran away
A fool, a relic old, unuseful, I told him he was
Angry he became, and spoke after a pause:
“Ye best not talk while, ye idiotic rat
As punishment for this, two months ye’ll be a cat!”
A spell he placed upon me, powerful, no doubt
A black cat I became – couldn’t even shout
Torundar picked me up and threw me to the street
“We’ll see how well ye talk when ye eat old, rotten meat”
Three months I could have lasted, but now it’s been a year
Yet the curse still works and Torundar’s not here…
People talk he lives no more – that he turned to stone
So will I have to live my life like this, so scarily alone?
Even though it’s night, clearly I can see
Even though I’m cold, black fur comforts me
Even though I’m hungry I can always hunt
Even though I’m going mad I am never shunned
People think I’m cute, even if I’m not
Easy shelter is to find and my ills are quick forgot
Sometimes in the square an old lady gives us food
And I with my comrades purr, showing our merry mood
So is this feline life such an awful fate?
Worse a man could do, ‘fore entering Hell’s gate
Fast and quickly now – I’m getting used to this
No worries worry me – such ignorance is bliss
Once on feet I walked but now I creep on paws
Fingers I’ve no longer got, only sharpened claws
Once I ate with the wisest men and went to the finest balls
Now, at night, I stalk the streets and sleep near muddy walls
Bewitched I am, through foolishness my own
Truth they speak – reaped is what is sown
With Torundar the Old I spoke that day
Drunk I was, and so my tongue ran away
A fool, a relic old, unuseful, I told him he was
Angry he became, and spoke after a pause:
“Ye best not talk while, ye idiotic rat
As punishment for this, two months ye’ll be a cat!”
A spell he placed upon me, powerful, no doubt
A black cat I became – couldn’t even shout
Torundar picked me up and threw me to the street
“We’ll see how well ye talk when ye eat old, rotten meat”
Three months I could have lasted, but now it’s been a year
Yet the curse still works and Torundar’s not here…
People talk he lives no more – that he turned to stone
So will I have to live my life like this, so scarily alone?
Even though it’s night, clearly I can see
Even though I’m cold, black fur comforts me
Even though I’m hungry I can always hunt
Even though I’m going mad I am never shunned
People think I’m cute, even if I’m not
Easy shelter is to find and my ills are quick forgot
Sometimes in the square an old lady gives us food
And I with my comrades purr, showing our merry mood
So is this feline life such an awful fate?
Worse a man could do, ‘fore entering Hell’s gate
Fast and quickly now – I’m getting used to this
No worries worry me – such ignorance is bliss
Stoneturned
Stoneturned
At night, in a forlorn valley a small light dances
Flickers, moves – all around it prances
But ‘tis no faerie light, no animal bizarre
‘Tis but a torch, not some earthen star
But who would walk in such a valley, deep at night?
What business would he have, what can be his plight?
Ah, to this, my friends, the answer is quite clear
The greatest wizard may walk all paths that others fear
On a stallion white-maned, an awe-inspiring beast
Rides an old man, in white vestments of an ancient priest
But a priest he is not – he’s Torundar the Old
Wisest of all men that this land holds
None can know how old he is, because none remember
To no cult or order he belongs – why should he be a member?
The most powerful of all, olden spells he knows
Infernos he can raise, for him the winds North wind blows
Yet all those years leave even on such great men a mark
Tired, weary Torundar is now – on his last journey he embarks
A great way he has come – but there’s a bit to go
“Soon, soon now I shall rest, through the lakes of life I row…”
A cave now lies before him, dark under the clouds
He dismounts, lets go his horse to the nightly shrouds
“Ye have served me well, loyal, truest friend
But, alas, in this last endeavor alone I must fend.”
The torch he blows out, extinguishes the flame
“I’ve no need for fire here – I go from where I came…”
Into the cave he goes, in darkness black as pitch
The corridors inside – he knows their every niche
For an hour wonders he inside, until a hall he reaches
Wherein stone statues lie, silent all, and speechless
“I am here! Torundar has come!
I shall join you swift, to weariness I now succumb…”
A flash of light, witnessed by no soul
A spell at work – its purpose sole
One more colossal statue in the hall now stands
Farewell, Torundar, fare well in brave new lands…
At night, in a forlorn valley a small light dances
Flickers, moves – all around it prances
But ‘tis no faerie light, no animal bizarre
‘Tis but a torch, not some earthen star
But who would walk in such a valley, deep at night?
What business would he have, what can be his plight?
Ah, to this, my friends, the answer is quite clear
The greatest wizard may walk all paths that others fear
On a stallion white-maned, an awe-inspiring beast
Rides an old man, in white vestments of an ancient priest
But a priest he is not – he’s Torundar the Old
Wisest of all men that this land holds
None can know how old he is, because none remember
To no cult or order he belongs – why should he be a member?
The most powerful of all, olden spells he knows
Infernos he can raise, for him the winds North wind blows
Yet all those years leave even on such great men a mark
Tired, weary Torundar is now – on his last journey he embarks
A great way he has come – but there’s a bit to go
“Soon, soon now I shall rest, through the lakes of life I row…”
A cave now lies before him, dark under the clouds
He dismounts, lets go his horse to the nightly shrouds
“Ye have served me well, loyal, truest friend
But, alas, in this last endeavor alone I must fend.”
The torch he blows out, extinguishes the flame
“I’ve no need for fire here – I go from where I came…”
Into the cave he goes, in darkness black as pitch
The corridors inside – he knows their every niche
For an hour wonders he inside, until a hall he reaches
Wherein stone statues lie, silent all, and speechless
“I am here! Torundar has come!
I shall join you swift, to weariness I now succumb…”
A flash of light, witnessed by no soul
A spell at work – its purpose sole
One more colossal statue in the hall now stands
Farewell, Torundar, fare well in brave new lands…
2009 m. sausio 29 d., ketvirtadienis
None Live
None Live
Is this a mountain that I gaze upon?
No, ‘tis not, it is the Mother Earth’s last son
Last giant, Dulgaldir, slain by armies of Menoth
The last son, last keeper of secrets which others long ago forgot
Mossy now his corpse, green like a rolling plain
To my eyes such joy he brings, but never shall he breathe again
Why, tyrant, did you destroy them so?
Could you not let one know more than you know?
Their home, the mountains - ravaged and gutted
Menoth’s men could not have been rebutted
Too few there were, even back then
None live now, none will ever live again…
Their mother weeps and cries in sorrow
Oh, people of this world, what lies in your tomorrow?
Your guardians are slain, by yourselves, no less
Who shall now your crops and newborns bless?
Menoth himself, now gray and weary
Oft now finds himself of his comrades leery
He was a favorite of Earth’s spirits – a champion at heart
But he turned to darkness and now with them he must part
Slain he shall be, by a comrade, by his greatest friend
Against such treachery no human force can him defend
A blade will slit his heart, through armor shall it carve its way
To the marble floor the blood will drip, and whisper: “no giants live this day…”
Is this a mountain that I gaze upon?
No, ‘tis not, it is the Mother Earth’s last son
Last giant, Dulgaldir, slain by armies of Menoth
The last son, last keeper of secrets which others long ago forgot
Mossy now his corpse, green like a rolling plain
To my eyes such joy he brings, but never shall he breathe again
Why, tyrant, did you destroy them so?
Could you not let one know more than you know?
Their home, the mountains - ravaged and gutted
Menoth’s men could not have been rebutted
Too few there were, even back then
None live now, none will ever live again…
Their mother weeps and cries in sorrow
Oh, people of this world, what lies in your tomorrow?
Your guardians are slain, by yourselves, no less
Who shall now your crops and newborns bless?
Menoth himself, now gray and weary
Oft now finds himself of his comrades leery
He was a favorite of Earth’s spirits – a champion at heart
But he turned to darkness and now with them he must part
Slain he shall be, by a comrade, by his greatest friend
Against such treachery no human force can him defend
A blade will slit his heart, through armor shall it carve its way
To the marble floor the blood will drip, and whisper: “no giants live this day…”
Hung
Hung
Rope, the rope around his neck
Clenches, wrenches life from him, leaves him a wreck
And another one hangs on this dark hill
From a tree branch gnarled, his life fulfilled
A gallows improvised by someone here
Appearing, dozens and dozens, more with every year
For what are they hung, what sins have they committed?
Their faces, ghastly now, rotted and pitted
Eyeless looks are shot, cadavers here see
Death’s domain here lies, a macabre mystery
Trees still dead, but not yet fallen
There is no grass, no flowers with their pollen
Only ash lies near the trunks, so gray, so gray
No one ever to this corner comes, not even to pray
Few know that it exists, and of those none know the intent
For the mystery of life and death lies in these events
Lo! A girl climbs up the slope, whatever for?
She is innocent, clean is her soul’s core
To the cadavers she looks, ravens pecking their eyes
Misery and death! Misery and death here lies
The new corpse she spots, still fresh, still not decayed
His features warm, though his eyes now fade
Tears come rolling down her cheeks
In darkness, she kneels in ash and weeps
Tears fall to the ground, salty and bitter
As bitter as her heart now is, so bitter, always bitter…
“So I find you now at last, but what peace does that bring?
You did not choose this fate, death took you under her wing…”
Kneeling in the ash, more tears are shed and shed
From the heart’s deep gloom she bled and bled
After a fortnight’s mourning for her love, now lost
She stood up and went, never turned, minding not the cost
But where her bitter tears fell and wet the earth
A miracle magnificent was given birth
Upon a patch of ash, gray and black not long ago
A blade of greenest grass was now healthily aglow
Rope, the rope around his neck
Clenches, wrenches life from him, leaves him a wreck
And another one hangs on this dark hill
From a tree branch gnarled, his life fulfilled
A gallows improvised by someone here
Appearing, dozens and dozens, more with every year
For what are they hung, what sins have they committed?
Their faces, ghastly now, rotted and pitted
Eyeless looks are shot, cadavers here see
Death’s domain here lies, a macabre mystery
Trees still dead, but not yet fallen
There is no grass, no flowers with their pollen
Only ash lies near the trunks, so gray, so gray
No one ever to this corner comes, not even to pray
Few know that it exists, and of those none know the intent
For the mystery of life and death lies in these events
Lo! A girl climbs up the slope, whatever for?
She is innocent, clean is her soul’s core
To the cadavers she looks, ravens pecking their eyes
Misery and death! Misery and death here lies
The new corpse she spots, still fresh, still not decayed
His features warm, though his eyes now fade
Tears come rolling down her cheeks
In darkness, she kneels in ash and weeps
Tears fall to the ground, salty and bitter
As bitter as her heart now is, so bitter, always bitter…
“So I find you now at last, but what peace does that bring?
You did not choose this fate, death took you under her wing…”
Kneeling in the ash, more tears are shed and shed
From the heart’s deep gloom she bled and bled
After a fortnight’s mourning for her love, now lost
She stood up and went, never turned, minding not the cost
But where her bitter tears fell and wet the earth
A miracle magnificent was given birth
Upon a patch of ash, gray and black not long ago
A blade of greenest grass was now healthily aglow
2009 m. sausio 27 d., antradienis
The Organist
The Organist
The church’s organist is a well-liked man
Always polite, happy and keeps every plan
Smiles at children young and olden folk he helps
A true picture of a caring man, heartfelt
But that is but the surface of an ungodly soul
Inside malice burns, like bright hot coal
Chaos’ sweet taste he already knows
And craves he more and more, to the devil’s will he bows
Behind the organ, in lofts high and deep
Demons are being wakened from their olden sleep
Shapes of black, eyes burning blue or red
Chaos is their master, chaos’ will they spread
The organist’s laugh echoes in the church
And one by one the demons forward lurch
They dance, they fly, they walk and creep
Baphomet’s promise they must keep
The organist, black cursed chalk in hand
To the altar marches and proceeds as planned
A pentagram unholy, inverted cross
The church now mourns its god’s loss
“Altar defiled, church desecrated
Burn in me, ye holy hatred!”
A parchment he unrolls and reads out loud:
“Demons, obey me here and now!”
The blackest shapes all turn to him and laugh
“The poor bastard most certainly is daft
You we don’t obey you’re but a tool
And broken tools have no use, ye fool…”
A spinning spiral, red mixed with black
To the bastard’s screams none can harken back
An eyes few blinks, short is this clash
Nothing of the organist is left, just a pile of ash
Out to the dark black demons fly
Free to holiness defy
Will they find more stupid, power-hungry men?
They surely will, time and time again…
The church’s organist is a well-liked man
Always polite, happy and keeps every plan
Smiles at children young and olden folk he helps
A true picture of a caring man, heartfelt
But that is but the surface of an ungodly soul
Inside malice burns, like bright hot coal
Chaos’ sweet taste he already knows
And craves he more and more, to the devil’s will he bows
Behind the organ, in lofts high and deep
Demons are being wakened from their olden sleep
Shapes of black, eyes burning blue or red
Chaos is their master, chaos’ will they spread
The organist’s laugh echoes in the church
And one by one the demons forward lurch
They dance, they fly, they walk and creep
Baphomet’s promise they must keep
The organist, black cursed chalk in hand
To the altar marches and proceeds as planned
A pentagram unholy, inverted cross
The church now mourns its god’s loss
“Altar defiled, church desecrated
Burn in me, ye holy hatred!”
A parchment he unrolls and reads out loud:
“Demons, obey me here and now!”
The blackest shapes all turn to him and laugh
“The poor bastard most certainly is daft
You we don’t obey you’re but a tool
And broken tools have no use, ye fool…”
A spinning spiral, red mixed with black
To the bastard’s screams none can harken back
An eyes few blinks, short is this clash
Nothing of the organist is left, just a pile of ash
Out to the dark black demons fly
Free to holiness defy
Will they find more stupid, power-hungry men?
They surely will, time and time again…
2009 m. sausio 25 d., sekmadienis
Blood, Sand and Glory
Blood, Sand and Glory
In the Colosseum’s depths the slavemaster gathered us
Lined up, gave arms and armor and then spoke thus:
“Ye filths, ye rats, ye’d do well to fight hard this day
For the Emperor of Rome upon you his royal eyes shall lay.”
Disheartened and confused my comrades were,
Afraid to fight – a death in bed some would prefer
But I was feeling not like them, oh no – how could I ever?
Battle's my friend, I’ll fight with beastly fervor
We stood before the gates, thick iron bars
And waited for the command of our guards
The clarion soon rang, the gates went up
In blood the sand of this arena tonight shall sup
Lions attacked us, beautiful, yet wild and vicious beasts
But I stood true and fearless, never considering defeats
I plunged my spear into the beast king’s back
This is how Vikings from the North attack!
Blood pouring out and spattered brains
Oh! This do I prefer to being locked in chains!
Only a few of us this fight survived
But this only the beginning, my conscience cried
And it was right – as soon as so I thought
Chariots in armor rode in at a measured trot
Bowmen and horses, trained for war
But war this is fight is not – it’s just a pointless chore
Arrows banged, stuck to my shield
And the last of my companions to death had to yield
Avoided I their shots as best I could
But a bolt hit my leg and I no longer stood
A rage came over me, so deep, so pure
An anger which only in a Northern heart can so mature
I dropped my shield, picked up a spear
And threw it at the chariot, coming to me so near
Skewered were they both, the bowman and the rider
The sand yet more blood drank in greatest ardor
I took their horse and grabbed a sword
The other chariots to me rode, unarmored
One head first flew, then two, then four
The sand tastes yet more blood and gore
Victorious I stood, in this arena large
Is this now it, is there some final charge?
Indeed there was, the Romans knew their art
Ten legionnaires were sent to take away my heart
Oh how at them I laughed and crooned
Little did they know – against me all are doomed
I grabbed a spear and heaved it far
No armor can resist the force of Jukhandar!
A sword and axe, the weapons of my choice
Soon victorious I shall rejoice
They came at me, with swords and shields
But this axe of mine I know how to best wield
One by one they fell, no real test
After all, from Northern men I am the best
The trumpets ceased their song, the crowd turned silent
A man in crimson robes stood up, on his head a garland
“You fight like a master, I must admit
But alive among us Romans you cannot exist.”
He then showed a sign, his thumb turned to the ground
And hoofbeats in the Colosseum did again resound
These bastard snobs, in treachery they’re bred
How dare they call themselves men, how dare they eat their bread?
The last spear I could find I snatched up quick
And tossed it upwards, with all my strength I threw that stick
A resounding “flop” I heard, and then I saw
A body in crimson robes lying on the arena’s floor
Your Emperor is dead! I am triumphant!
Bury your leader, summon your hierophant!
But forever me remember, and tell the story
Of how the emperor in blood and sand lies while the Viking stands in glory!
In the Colosseum’s depths the slavemaster gathered us
Lined up, gave arms and armor and then spoke thus:
“Ye filths, ye rats, ye’d do well to fight hard this day
For the Emperor of Rome upon you his royal eyes shall lay.”
Disheartened and confused my comrades were,
Afraid to fight – a death in bed some would prefer
But I was feeling not like them, oh no – how could I ever?
Battle's my friend, I’ll fight with beastly fervor
We stood before the gates, thick iron bars
And waited for the command of our guards
The clarion soon rang, the gates went up
In blood the sand of this arena tonight shall sup
Lions attacked us, beautiful, yet wild and vicious beasts
But I stood true and fearless, never considering defeats
I plunged my spear into the beast king’s back
This is how Vikings from the North attack!
Blood pouring out and spattered brains
Oh! This do I prefer to being locked in chains!
Only a few of us this fight survived
But this only the beginning, my conscience cried
And it was right – as soon as so I thought
Chariots in armor rode in at a measured trot
Bowmen and horses, trained for war
But war this is fight is not – it’s just a pointless chore
Arrows banged, stuck to my shield
And the last of my companions to death had to yield
Avoided I their shots as best I could
But a bolt hit my leg and I no longer stood
A rage came over me, so deep, so pure
An anger which only in a Northern heart can so mature
I dropped my shield, picked up a spear
And threw it at the chariot, coming to me so near
Skewered were they both, the bowman and the rider
The sand yet more blood drank in greatest ardor
I took their horse and grabbed a sword
The other chariots to me rode, unarmored
One head first flew, then two, then four
The sand tastes yet more blood and gore
Victorious I stood, in this arena large
Is this now it, is there some final charge?
Indeed there was, the Romans knew their art
Ten legionnaires were sent to take away my heart
Oh how at them I laughed and crooned
Little did they know – against me all are doomed
I grabbed a spear and heaved it far
No armor can resist the force of Jukhandar!
A sword and axe, the weapons of my choice
Soon victorious I shall rejoice
They came at me, with swords and shields
But this axe of mine I know how to best wield
One by one they fell, no real test
After all, from Northern men I am the best
The trumpets ceased their song, the crowd turned silent
A man in crimson robes stood up, on his head a garland
“You fight like a master, I must admit
But alive among us Romans you cannot exist.”
He then showed a sign, his thumb turned to the ground
And hoofbeats in the Colosseum did again resound
These bastard snobs, in treachery they’re bred
How dare they call themselves men, how dare they eat their bread?
The last spear I could find I snatched up quick
And tossed it upwards, with all my strength I threw that stick
A resounding “flop” I heard, and then I saw
A body in crimson robes lying on the arena’s floor
Your Emperor is dead! I am triumphant!
Bury your leader, summon your hierophant!
But forever me remember, and tell the story
Of how the emperor in blood and sand lies while the Viking stands in glory!
A Metal Poem
A Metal Poem
The stage is lit, the hardware does gleam
Out comes the vocalist with a shattering scream
The bass rumbles, drums shatter the air
The almighty guitar riff everyone can hear
The crowd is excited, out come the horns!
Tonight metal is once again reborn!
The chorus is mighty, catchy the riff
None in the building can stand their ground stiff
Tables tremble from the deepest growls
And glass is shattered with screams and howls
The drummer’s not sleeping – a blastbeat now roars
And bass follows the lead guitar into the fore
Metal it is, metal’s our pride!
Only the true ones are on our side!
The moshpit is violent, but none canget hurt
Tonight, Satan himslef is guaranteeing our mirth
Be it black, death, power or doom
Metal is our calling, metal here looms!
Heavy metal or no metal at all
Wimps and posers, leave the hall!
The stage is lit, the hardware does gleam
Out comes the vocalist with a shattering scream
The bass rumbles, drums shatter the air
The almighty guitar riff everyone can hear
The crowd is excited, out come the horns!
Tonight metal is once again reborn!
The chorus is mighty, catchy the riff
None in the building can stand their ground stiff
Tables tremble from the deepest growls
And glass is shattered with screams and howls
The drummer’s not sleeping – a blastbeat now roars
And bass follows the lead guitar into the fore
Metal it is, metal’s our pride!
Only the true ones are on our side!
The moshpit is violent, but none canget hurt
Tonight, Satan himslef is guaranteeing our mirth
Be it black, death, power or doom
Metal is our calling, metal here looms!
Heavy metal or no metal at all
Wimps and posers, leave the hall!
2009 m. sausio 24 d., šeštadienis
The Druid
The Druid
They say I am mad, but what do they know?
These are my forests, my swamps – every path I know
In the trunk of a great tree I live, near the roots
And every night I go to sleep as the evening owls hoot
My shapes there are many, I use but a few
To entertain myself when there is nothing to do
As a wolf I hunt, as a bobcat I walk
And should the wind I’d wish to taste, I’d be a hawk
The folk are not happy, but this is my land
They’re free to pass, and take what they can
Still, often the evil eye I get
But they’ve done nothing to me… Not yet.
Yesterday, in the village I sat
Disguised as a beautiful alley cat
When coaches painted blood red arrived
Some men in crimson robes stepped out and cried:
“Your druid is evil, infects he your woods!
Steals he your livestock, poisons your goods!
Nothing but a dirty warlock he is,
Don’t fear – we’ll defeat that magic of his…
The inquisition is here, ye folk are saved!
Hunted down the druid will be, and readily slayed!
Just show us the path, just show us the way
And for our souls in your chapel pray.”
Just as I heard this, my blood roared
Those idiots, miserable god-loving whores…
Tomorrow they’ll come, tomorrow they’ll see
What a nuisance an angry druid can be
Now I lay waiting, as a wolf with great teeth
Fools, come, try my jaws and see if you breathe
There! In the mist, a lone priest I spot
Even now my downfall he must plot
I creep through moss silent, while he crushes twigs
He wreaks from six miles like a pen of drunk pigs
I leap and I bite – muffled his scream
The eyes a predator in dark of the night gleam
His neck is now ripped – I waste no time
Blood gushing out – is this your god’s wine?
Where is your savior, your mentor, your friend?
Your god has abandoned you, alone in my forest you must fend
You’re but the first – your comrades shall fall
None will hear the morning bell toll
This night a druid hunts – there is no escape!
When you entered my forest you’ve chosen your fate!
Bodies lie ripped, entrails spilled on ground
A good meal are this god’s servants, I’ve found
Their flesh is my meal, their blood is my drink
Before entering my forest, dear fools, please deeply think
For I am the guardian, protector of Gaia
I don’t need your god, nor your damned messiah
With ancient, true ways the forests fare well
Burn may you, holy priests, in your own holy hell
They say I am mad, but what do they know?
These are my forests, my swamps – every path I know
In the trunk of a great tree I live, near the roots
And every night I go to sleep as the evening owls hoot
My shapes there are many, I use but a few
To entertain myself when there is nothing to do
As a wolf I hunt, as a bobcat I walk
And should the wind I’d wish to taste, I’d be a hawk
The folk are not happy, but this is my land
They’re free to pass, and take what they can
Still, often the evil eye I get
But they’ve done nothing to me… Not yet.
Yesterday, in the village I sat
Disguised as a beautiful alley cat
When coaches painted blood red arrived
Some men in crimson robes stepped out and cried:
“Your druid is evil, infects he your woods!
Steals he your livestock, poisons your goods!
Nothing but a dirty warlock he is,
Don’t fear – we’ll defeat that magic of his…
The inquisition is here, ye folk are saved!
Hunted down the druid will be, and readily slayed!
Just show us the path, just show us the way
And for our souls in your chapel pray.”
Just as I heard this, my blood roared
Those idiots, miserable god-loving whores…
Tomorrow they’ll come, tomorrow they’ll see
What a nuisance an angry druid can be
Now I lay waiting, as a wolf with great teeth
Fools, come, try my jaws and see if you breathe
There! In the mist, a lone priest I spot
Even now my downfall he must plot
I creep through moss silent, while he crushes twigs
He wreaks from six miles like a pen of drunk pigs
I leap and I bite – muffled his scream
The eyes a predator in dark of the night gleam
His neck is now ripped – I waste no time
Blood gushing out – is this your god’s wine?
Where is your savior, your mentor, your friend?
Your god has abandoned you, alone in my forest you must fend
You’re but the first – your comrades shall fall
None will hear the morning bell toll
This night a druid hunts – there is no escape!
When you entered my forest you’ve chosen your fate!
Bodies lie ripped, entrails spilled on ground
A good meal are this god’s servants, I’ve found
Their flesh is my meal, their blood is my drink
Before entering my forest, dear fools, please deeply think
For I am the guardian, protector of Gaia
I don’t need your god, nor your damned messiah
With ancient, true ways the forests fare well
Burn may you, holy priests, in your own holy hell
Ghost Ship
Ghost Ship
It sails in silence, it sails at dark
No one ever wants its call to hark
Storms to it no burden, waves a mere annoyance
The Ghost Ship makes its own untroubled voyage
Wind can’t turn it over, waves can’t wash its deck
Forces craftier than nature hold all this in check
Ancient it is, from times when dragons lived
They left us all this terrible, merciless gift
Its deck and bowels are empty, none lurk within
But still no battleship can battle with the Ghost Ship win
It lures, than curses, hurts and kills
Seduce it can the strongest of all wills
The Ghost Ship’s sails are clean, they radiate their black
A figure on the prow, the devil’s favorite cat
Oh yes, hell watches over this forsaken ship
So it could get as many as it can into its cold and bony grip
Gouge out their eyes, then eat their hearts!
The Ghost Ship never hungry from his prey departs
Such horrors as on this damned, acursed craft
Nowhere on the sea you’d find, search ye every map
So if you hear a voice over the calm night sea
Wake your captain, tell him of it and swiftly flee
For ‘tis the Ship of Ghosts that whispers in your ear
‘Tis the one thing that every decent man must fear
It sails in silence, it sails at dark
No one ever wants its call to hark
Storms to it no burden, waves a mere annoyance
The Ghost Ship makes its own untroubled voyage
Wind can’t turn it over, waves can’t wash its deck
Forces craftier than nature hold all this in check
Ancient it is, from times when dragons lived
They left us all this terrible, merciless gift
Its deck and bowels are empty, none lurk within
But still no battleship can battle with the Ghost Ship win
It lures, than curses, hurts and kills
Seduce it can the strongest of all wills
The Ghost Ship’s sails are clean, they radiate their black
A figure on the prow, the devil’s favorite cat
Oh yes, hell watches over this forsaken ship
So it could get as many as it can into its cold and bony grip
Gouge out their eyes, then eat their hearts!
The Ghost Ship never hungry from his prey departs
Such horrors as on this damned, acursed craft
Nowhere on the sea you’d find, search ye every map
So if you hear a voice over the calm night sea
Wake your captain, tell him of it and swiftly flee
For ‘tis the Ship of Ghosts that whispers in your ear
‘Tis the one thing that every decent man must fear
2009 m. sausio 23 d., penktadienis
Escape
Escape
Between three walls and behind bars I lie
Never meant again to see the sky
Nor to smell the smell of grass
In loneliness and hopelessness my time must pass
Am I guilty, innocent or framed?
No details in my mind remain
The only things I know, from day to day
Are prayers to my god to keep insanity at bay
This night I lay on my shameful, dirty cot
And in my mind a cunning plan is wrought
Patient and weary I must be, my guard cannot fall,
To escape this terrible captivity, to breach this thickest wall
With nails and hands I toil away at dark, lift stone by stone
Tired and hungry is my flesh, sore is my every bone
Suspicion from my guardians I easily avert
They care not much for me, to them I’m only dirt
The night has come – my heart so trembles
Oh, gutted I shall be, should all this turn to shambles!
The final stone I lift, and with a heavy heart
With my home of last ten years I part
From the cell to a corridor I fall
Why am I not outside, what is this hall?
Torches burn in stands, a warming, flicking light
Casting shadows to all ends, yet shining ever bright
A way outside exists somewhere, it must!
To die down here, alone, for me would be unjust
And so I scramble on, I rush forever forth
Fresh air like a piglet hungrily I’d snort
A light ahead? Is that a gate?
Oh, merciful, merciful fate
Open it is, and out I climb
Free from the dungeon’s ugly bind
Green grass I touch, fresh air I breathe
And wonder at a cool night breeze
Oh, how my soul this moment sings!
Of joy, of love – forgotten all my sufferings
A strange sound through the air I hear
It whistles, hums, it’s coming ever near
A stinging pain engulfs my chest, so sharp, so strong!
An arrow pierced my heart, no longer to this world can I belong
I see the guard with his silvered bow
And the gleeful look in his eyes I know
To him I am just dust, an animal, a vagrant
But at least I die on grass, its perfume ever fragrant
I feel the blood outside me pool
And so my body slowly starts cool
Goodbye, dear life, I bid farewell
Against one’s fate no one can rebel
Between three walls and behind bars I lie
Never meant again to see the sky
Nor to smell the smell of grass
In loneliness and hopelessness my time must pass
Am I guilty, innocent or framed?
No details in my mind remain
The only things I know, from day to day
Are prayers to my god to keep insanity at bay
This night I lay on my shameful, dirty cot
And in my mind a cunning plan is wrought
Patient and weary I must be, my guard cannot fall,
To escape this terrible captivity, to breach this thickest wall
With nails and hands I toil away at dark, lift stone by stone
Tired and hungry is my flesh, sore is my every bone
Suspicion from my guardians I easily avert
They care not much for me, to them I’m only dirt
The night has come – my heart so trembles
Oh, gutted I shall be, should all this turn to shambles!
The final stone I lift, and with a heavy heart
With my home of last ten years I part
From the cell to a corridor I fall
Why am I not outside, what is this hall?
Torches burn in stands, a warming, flicking light
Casting shadows to all ends, yet shining ever bright
A way outside exists somewhere, it must!
To die down here, alone, for me would be unjust
And so I scramble on, I rush forever forth
Fresh air like a piglet hungrily I’d snort
A light ahead? Is that a gate?
Oh, merciful, merciful fate
Open it is, and out I climb
Free from the dungeon’s ugly bind
Green grass I touch, fresh air I breathe
And wonder at a cool night breeze
Oh, how my soul this moment sings!
Of joy, of love – forgotten all my sufferings
A strange sound through the air I hear
It whistles, hums, it’s coming ever near
A stinging pain engulfs my chest, so sharp, so strong!
An arrow pierced my heart, no longer to this world can I belong
I see the guard with his silvered bow
And the gleeful look in his eyes I know
To him I am just dust, an animal, a vagrant
But at least I die on grass, its perfume ever fragrant
I feel the blood outside me pool
And so my body slowly starts cool
Goodbye, dear life, I bid farewell
Against one’s fate no one can rebel
An Old Grimoire
An Old Grimoire
Leather bound, in silver etched
A goodly price it would have fetched
Illusions on the cover, a gothic script
But where is now this great things’ crypt?
Forgotten and alone it lies, but rest it can’t
These yellowed olden pages still hold a power scant
One day it shall be found, that is quite certain
One day some man will carry this addiction’s burden
Runes and glyphs – spells of ancient ages!
Now they reside only in these wrinkled pages
For the world they are, at present, lost
But once they are discovered, oh, we will pay the cost…
Its wrath will be great, thunder will boom
A cloud of broken lives upon a dark sky shall loom
Folk in terror, children and mothers in bitter tears
The men march to battle, against a foe that everyone fears
How can this fight be won? Hold you no hope
For even the brightest light with oldest darkness can’t cope
Tentacles of evil now writhe over this land
The gods are gone – with us they won’t stand
In the end, all life shall cease to exist
Shadows will rule, clouded in dark mist
Everything would die, everything would go
And still none at all of this peril know
But the time is not now, still far away
The dawn of this, last humanity’s day
I hope that no longer I will draw breath
When the old grimoire unleashes decay and death
Leather bound, in silver etched
A goodly price it would have fetched
Illusions on the cover, a gothic script
But where is now this great things’ crypt?
Forgotten and alone it lies, but rest it can’t
These yellowed olden pages still hold a power scant
One day it shall be found, that is quite certain
One day some man will carry this addiction’s burden
Runes and glyphs – spells of ancient ages!
Now they reside only in these wrinkled pages
For the world they are, at present, lost
But once they are discovered, oh, we will pay the cost…
Its wrath will be great, thunder will boom
A cloud of broken lives upon a dark sky shall loom
Folk in terror, children and mothers in bitter tears
The men march to battle, against a foe that everyone fears
How can this fight be won? Hold you no hope
For even the brightest light with oldest darkness can’t cope
Tentacles of evil now writhe over this land
The gods are gone – with us they won’t stand
In the end, all life shall cease to exist
Shadows will rule, clouded in dark mist
Everything would die, everything would go
And still none at all of this peril know
But the time is not now, still far away
The dawn of this, last humanity’s day
I hope that no longer I will draw breath
When the old grimoire unleashes decay and death
2009 m. sausio 22 d., ketvirtadienis
Snow
Snow
I am lost, it seems, in a forsaken forest
Bushes thick are here and trees the tallest
Beautiful they are, but hungry too, these woods
A presence old and wicked deep within them broods
Owls at night here hoot, bats with dark wings fly
And thick, living branches cover up the sky
I feel like I am watched – by who, how come?
Each evening I lament that now the Sun is gone
I tread through thickest moss, maybe I’ll find my way
Though my soul is asking me to in the forest stay
Some magic is upon me, I feel it well
A curse from ancient books, evil and fell
So dark, so cold this place, a great beast in disguise
A predator of hope it is, a predator here lies!
Months have passed now since I made the fateful step
I know not how it lured me, I know not how to it I crept
And still persist I do, within!
Is this a payment for some long forgotten sin?
Forward I move, lowered my head
But what is this I see ahead?
Snow! “Snow, it is”, I cried
How long it’s been since I’ve seen something white?
I lay down in its soft embrace
And the peacefulness of death with happy eyes I face…
I am lost, it seems, in a forsaken forest
Bushes thick are here and trees the tallest
Beautiful they are, but hungry too, these woods
A presence old and wicked deep within them broods
Owls at night here hoot, bats with dark wings fly
And thick, living branches cover up the sky
I feel like I am watched – by who, how come?
Each evening I lament that now the Sun is gone
I tread through thickest moss, maybe I’ll find my way
Though my soul is asking me to in the forest stay
Some magic is upon me, I feel it well
A curse from ancient books, evil and fell
So dark, so cold this place, a great beast in disguise
A predator of hope it is, a predator here lies!
Months have passed now since I made the fateful step
I know not how it lured me, I know not how to it I crept
And still persist I do, within!
Is this a payment for some long forgotten sin?
Forward I move, lowered my head
But what is this I see ahead?
Snow! “Snow, it is”, I cried
How long it’s been since I’ve seen something white?
I lay down in its soft embrace
And the peacefulness of death with happy eyes I face…
2009 m. sausio 21 d., trečiadienis
Graverobbers
Graverobbers
By day we dig holes in the light
Such is our, gravediggers’, plight
But none must know where come dark we dig
A sacrilege we do commit, quite big
The graveyard is our work, our home
We mind no longer if banshees here roam
We toil away, we shovel snow and earth
Is really death the opposite of birth?
At night, when no one but the gargoyles see
Sneak inside we always do – secrecy is key
Return to graves still fresh we must
And dig them up, before Sun’s rays the night’s horizon bust
Cadavers’ skin pale white, the flesh in rot
Not to the weak of heart our trade is taught
We take what treasure we can find, we do it swift
And give to earth the body back, like some macabre gift
But one time not all went as well
Because a corpse enchanted was, by some evil spell
We dug the soil, out came the wooden box
Heavy it was, like filled with led-bound rocks
Inside it lied a maiden, beautiful and fair
Not spoilt at all, the gods of death on her merciful were
But just I was taking the ring from her finger
A look otherworldly on me seemed to linger
I felt quite strange, but I’m a hardy man
It takes more than a look to throw me off-plan
But things stopped there not, how did we not see?
A cursed thing we uncovered, swift we must flee!
As fast I can I ran for the gates
I feared so to suffer the worst of fates
For a touch of undead not peaceful death brings
But a lonely existence, after life’s last bell rings
Escaped I in time, for fortune was with me
Not all from our crew could so decree
Some now walk, nor living, nor dead
Forever they’re hungry, yet never they’re fed
And so with a heavy heart each night I climb the fence
I think of those who’re cursed by such coincidence
A cruel job it is, this graverobbing of ours
Where not the worst fate is to end life behind bars…
By day we dig holes in the light
Such is our, gravediggers’, plight
But none must know where come dark we dig
A sacrilege we do commit, quite big
The graveyard is our work, our home
We mind no longer if banshees here roam
We toil away, we shovel snow and earth
Is really death the opposite of birth?
At night, when no one but the gargoyles see
Sneak inside we always do – secrecy is key
Return to graves still fresh we must
And dig them up, before Sun’s rays the night’s horizon bust
Cadavers’ skin pale white, the flesh in rot
Not to the weak of heart our trade is taught
We take what treasure we can find, we do it swift
And give to earth the body back, like some macabre gift
But one time not all went as well
Because a corpse enchanted was, by some evil spell
We dug the soil, out came the wooden box
Heavy it was, like filled with led-bound rocks
Inside it lied a maiden, beautiful and fair
Not spoilt at all, the gods of death on her merciful were
But just I was taking the ring from her finger
A look otherworldly on me seemed to linger
I felt quite strange, but I’m a hardy man
It takes more than a look to throw me off-plan
But things stopped there not, how did we not see?
A cursed thing we uncovered, swift we must flee!
As fast I can I ran for the gates
I feared so to suffer the worst of fates
For a touch of undead not peaceful death brings
But a lonely existence, after life’s last bell rings
Escaped I in time, for fortune was with me
Not all from our crew could so decree
Some now walk, nor living, nor dead
Forever they’re hungry, yet never they’re fed
And so with a heavy heart each night I climb the fence
I think of those who’re cursed by such coincidence
A cruel job it is, this graverobbing of ours
Where not the worst fate is to end life behind bars…
2009 m. sausio 20 d., antradienis
The Witch
The Witch
A barred cart down the street does roll
As city bells toll away their toll
Eleven, twelve, they sing and sing!
Happiness to all but one they bring.
She sits inside, alone and pale
The gloom around her like some ghostly veil
Hard it is, these days, to be a witch
Most still trust, but there’s a few who snitch
If just so happens, if someone talks
You can kiss goodbye to your beloved hawks
The inquisition comes, mighty their wrath
And soon in chains a witch is dragged
Some are real, and some are not
Though the real ones are a sneaky lot
Not often do the priests in red
Such great prizes on the pyre get
But this, I’d say, for sure
Is not a fake, a witch she’s pure
This I can tell – no marks she has
Though in dungeons she’s been rubbed with broken glass
A plan is up her sleeve, of course
No way would she give up, no way she’d close the doors
And soon we’ll see – out is she led
By seven knights, all dressed in red
The gallows stairs one by one she takes
Unheeding what on top for her waits
A pyre great, such heaps of wood!
Never so much have on this gallows stood
The mob cries hungry: “Kill the witch!
Deserves not life this cruel unlawful bitch!”
The witch in black just looks and smirks
But even so the mob quick shirks
The headsman, in his frightful mask, awaits
He’s seen a goodly number of such fates
Just tie her well and strike a flame
And glory from the crowd then claim
The witch has others plans, however
As she grows swiftly bored with this pathetic fervor
A cat comes up to her and meows, quite loud
The hag just smiles, seeming quite proud
Poof! A cloud of smoke soon rises
None at all were ready for such swift surprises
The witch has fled, where is the witch?
No flames this night in City Square shall twitch
Away from this, near some old wall
Two black cats cast shadows tall
And were they men, not creatures
You’d think a smile does light their features
A barred cart down the street does roll
As city bells toll away their toll
Eleven, twelve, they sing and sing!
Happiness to all but one they bring.
She sits inside, alone and pale
The gloom around her like some ghostly veil
Hard it is, these days, to be a witch
Most still trust, but there’s a few who snitch
If just so happens, if someone talks
You can kiss goodbye to your beloved hawks
The inquisition comes, mighty their wrath
And soon in chains a witch is dragged
Some are real, and some are not
Though the real ones are a sneaky lot
Not often do the priests in red
Such great prizes on the pyre get
But this, I’d say, for sure
Is not a fake, a witch she’s pure
This I can tell – no marks she has
Though in dungeons she’s been rubbed with broken glass
A plan is up her sleeve, of course
No way would she give up, no way she’d close the doors
And soon we’ll see – out is she led
By seven knights, all dressed in red
The gallows stairs one by one she takes
Unheeding what on top for her waits
A pyre great, such heaps of wood!
Never so much have on this gallows stood
The mob cries hungry: “Kill the witch!
Deserves not life this cruel unlawful bitch!”
The witch in black just looks and smirks
But even so the mob quick shirks
The headsman, in his frightful mask, awaits
He’s seen a goodly number of such fates
Just tie her well and strike a flame
And glory from the crowd then claim
The witch has others plans, however
As she grows swiftly bored with this pathetic fervor
A cat comes up to her and meows, quite loud
The hag just smiles, seeming quite proud
Poof! A cloud of smoke soon rises
None at all were ready for such swift surprises
The witch has fled, where is the witch?
No flames this night in City Square shall twitch
Away from this, near some old wall
Two black cats cast shadows tall
And were they men, not creatures
You’d think a smile does light their features
2009 m. sausio 19 d., pirmadienis
Guess
Guess
Tears and corpses, the smell of death
Such fumes must I inhale with every breath
For on this perch forever will I sit
Unable to move the smallest, slightest bit
If carved from stone they think I cannot feel
Inside me, feelings are like jars that I cannot unseal
Oh, fate, cruel mistress, why must I live?
Oh, if I could this nasty gift I’d quickly shiv
A graveyard down below, all pain and tears
Oh, I have suffered this for years…
No joy, no glee, no love I see
Only fresh death and brooding misery
Oh, if my wings of stone would work
No longer would I on this rooftop lurk
I’d fly away, I’d touch the sky
And bid this grim ash-ridden lot goodbye
Alas, dreams still dreams remain
No hope, no quarter can I gain
Resign myself I must to such existence
For who would offer me assistance?
If who am I you’ve not yet guessed
Than lift your head above at my behest
There, on perch up high you’d spot
A gargoyle, covered in old moss and rot.
Tears and corpses, the smell of death
Such fumes must I inhale with every breath
For on this perch forever will I sit
Unable to move the smallest, slightest bit
If carved from stone they think I cannot feel
Inside me, feelings are like jars that I cannot unseal
Oh, fate, cruel mistress, why must I live?
Oh, if I could this nasty gift I’d quickly shiv
A graveyard down below, all pain and tears
Oh, I have suffered this for years…
No joy, no glee, no love I see
Only fresh death and brooding misery
Oh, if my wings of stone would work
No longer would I on this rooftop lurk
I’d fly away, I’d touch the sky
And bid this grim ash-ridden lot goodbye
Alas, dreams still dreams remain
No hope, no quarter can I gain
Resign myself I must to such existence
For who would offer me assistance?
If who am I you’ve not yet guessed
Than lift your head above at my behest
There, on perch up high you’d spot
A gargoyle, covered in old moss and rot.
A Ritual
A Ritual
Satisfied am I, sitting on my rock
Watching followers to our sacrifices flock
Salt to pour and beer to spill
Remember Thunders’ mighty will!
Hunters chatter, children run and play
Stop this nonsense – we must get underway!
Gather round, ye faithful ones
Thunders’ song our preacher hums
And now the fire girls shall dance
And how they dance… In such unearthly, holy trance
In gloom of night they move as one
Splendor and beauty seen before by none
They spin, they turn, their fiery hair…
Impossible such things with words declare
A flame sparks on the stones – the magic works!
And out the warlock comes from his lair in which he lurks
The beer is spilt, the salt is poured
The ritual ends on high accords
Bring out the bread – our feast is now!
Heathens we are - to heathen gods we bow!
Satisfied am I, sitting on my rock
Watching followers to our sacrifices flock
Salt to pour and beer to spill
Remember Thunders’ mighty will!
Hunters chatter, children run and play
Stop this nonsense – we must get underway!
Gather round, ye faithful ones
Thunders’ song our preacher hums
And now the fire girls shall dance
And how they dance… In such unearthly, holy trance
In gloom of night they move as one
Splendor and beauty seen before by none
They spin, they turn, their fiery hair…
Impossible such things with words declare
A flame sparks on the stones – the magic works!
And out the warlock comes from his lair in which he lurks
The beer is spilt, the salt is poured
The ritual ends on high accords
Bring out the bread – our feast is now!
Heathens we are - to heathen gods we bow!
Rebellions and Curses
Rebellions and Curses
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown
It must keep the people happy, lest they start to frown
But a voice of evil whispers in the ear of king
Oh, what woe may such advice soon bring?
Gray of hair, sickly and tired of late
A downhill spiral seems to be our ruler’s fate
He hardy speaks to anyone no more
Just sits alone behind a barred oak door
And so a head with many years
Turns to the bitterness of tears
Dark his thoughts and grim his vision
“A king am I? Bah! An object of derision…”
Insanity on him creeps up, in silence
And then the royal crown turns to violence
A wicked plan he conjures up
Only in blood the land next time will sup
“My guards, my knights! My royal servants!
Time is for a cleansing now, say the observant
So may you with my blessing ride
And kill the city folk with merciless pride”
Reluctant were the knights of old
But a king’s plea they’re sworn to uphold.
A massacre began, streets ran blood red
A sword, an axe – a blow to any head
A traveler rode in through gates of West
A ranger old, seeking merely winter’s rest
To folk he called, but answer they could not
They ran to flee the smell of putrid human rot
“ ’Tis not right, not good, not just!
This wicked king we’ll turn to dust!”
And so he drew an arrow, fired well
A knight’s heart pierced, down he fell
The mob looked stricken at this graying man
“Is he mad, has he a plan?”
A fire sparked within their hearts
Thus the great rebellion soon starts
Unto the castle marched the furious mob
Some true of heart, some only to coffers rob
Many fell, but they closed ranks
The olden ranger leading new-formed ranks
The knights fought brave, but soon retreated
One by one, surrounded and defeated
Soon nothing stands between the mob and gate
Dark seems to be the poor king’s fate
After a battle hard and great, of many hours
Two men stand eye to eye in the darkest of all towers
A king still strong, scepter in hand
A ranger old, with a blade he stands
A clash the world had not yet seen!
An awing, violent, bloody scene
Their feet quick dance, weapons collide
And soon the king can take no stride
The blade swift cuts through flesh and heart
A ruler mad from this world departs
On throne of blood the ranger sits
“Against the job of king shall I match my wits?”
And ruled he long and ruled he good
But still not all he understood
For one late night, clouds in the sky
Dark thoughts embraced him, he knew not why….
Heavy lies the head that wears the crown
It must keep the people happy, lest they start to frown
But a voice of evil whispers in the ear of king
Oh, what woe may such advice soon bring?
Gray of hair, sickly and tired of late
A downhill spiral seems to be our ruler’s fate
He hardy speaks to anyone no more
Just sits alone behind a barred oak door
And so a head with many years
Turns to the bitterness of tears
Dark his thoughts and grim his vision
“A king am I? Bah! An object of derision…”
Insanity on him creeps up, in silence
And then the royal crown turns to violence
A wicked plan he conjures up
Only in blood the land next time will sup
“My guards, my knights! My royal servants!
Time is for a cleansing now, say the observant
So may you with my blessing ride
And kill the city folk with merciless pride”
Reluctant were the knights of old
But a king’s plea they’re sworn to uphold.
A massacre began, streets ran blood red
A sword, an axe – a blow to any head
A traveler rode in through gates of West
A ranger old, seeking merely winter’s rest
To folk he called, but answer they could not
They ran to flee the smell of putrid human rot
“ ’Tis not right, not good, not just!
This wicked king we’ll turn to dust!”
And so he drew an arrow, fired well
A knight’s heart pierced, down he fell
The mob looked stricken at this graying man
“Is he mad, has he a plan?”
A fire sparked within their hearts
Thus the great rebellion soon starts
Unto the castle marched the furious mob
Some true of heart, some only to coffers rob
Many fell, but they closed ranks
The olden ranger leading new-formed ranks
The knights fought brave, but soon retreated
One by one, surrounded and defeated
Soon nothing stands between the mob and gate
Dark seems to be the poor king’s fate
After a battle hard and great, of many hours
Two men stand eye to eye in the darkest of all towers
A king still strong, scepter in hand
A ranger old, with a blade he stands
A clash the world had not yet seen!
An awing, violent, bloody scene
Their feet quick dance, weapons collide
And soon the king can take no stride
The blade swift cuts through flesh and heart
A ruler mad from this world departs
On throne of blood the ranger sits
“Against the job of king shall I match my wits?”
And ruled he long and ruled he good
But still not all he understood
For one late night, clouds in the sky
Dark thoughts embraced him, he knew not why….
A Haunting
A Haunting
Gather round me, this old bard
And hear a tale of times both old and hard
Of a haunted house and its ghastly ghost
About which few can knowledge boast
A mansion stood, it’s said, upon a hill
Even then, they say, it was quite shrill
Haunted it was at some old crone’s behest
So none would bother her in deathly rest
The ghost was that of a stable hand
A rowdy, gruff and violent man
He rattled chains while still alive he was
But rattle now in death he does
There was a village near this house
There lived a man with children and his spouse
He loved each one with all his heart,
But in mischief did his offspring oft took part
A dare they placed, on who would go
Into the mansion of old Winterblow
The boys had laughed and quipped in jest
But none would take such a frightful test
And so it fell upon a flower young
To send her fear into oblivion
She squired her jaw and clenched a fist:
“Any magic I’ll resist”
The gates had creaked and wailed
Like in a guarding of some secret they had failed
Abigail stepped to the courtyard dark
And felt bereft of all life’s spark
She walked up to the door, raised her fist to knock
“If these are locked, it’s just my luck”
But opened they to her quite wide
So she stepped in, a sure and measured stride
The ghost had felt her presence quick
And to the hall he went, unheeding walls of mortar thick
As Abigail was standing still and awed
The stableman towards her clawed
“Dare you this mansion enter?
If so, you then surrender
Never shall you leave, dear lass
You’ll keep me company inside, alas”
She screamed, she wailed, she cried for help
But who would hear her thin, pathetic whelp?
And so a ghost, she too, became
Guarding the mansion in Winterblow’s name
And so the story ends, my lads
And true it is – no doubts on that!
So weary be of houses old
Who knows what secrets may they hold?
Gather round me, this old bard
And hear a tale of times both old and hard
Of a haunted house and its ghastly ghost
About which few can knowledge boast
A mansion stood, it’s said, upon a hill
Even then, they say, it was quite shrill
Haunted it was at some old crone’s behest
So none would bother her in deathly rest
The ghost was that of a stable hand
A rowdy, gruff and violent man
He rattled chains while still alive he was
But rattle now in death he does
There was a village near this house
There lived a man with children and his spouse
He loved each one with all his heart,
But in mischief did his offspring oft took part
A dare they placed, on who would go
Into the mansion of old Winterblow
The boys had laughed and quipped in jest
But none would take such a frightful test
And so it fell upon a flower young
To send her fear into oblivion
She squired her jaw and clenched a fist:
“Any magic I’ll resist”
The gates had creaked and wailed
Like in a guarding of some secret they had failed
Abigail stepped to the courtyard dark
And felt bereft of all life’s spark
She walked up to the door, raised her fist to knock
“If these are locked, it’s just my luck”
But opened they to her quite wide
So she stepped in, a sure and measured stride
The ghost had felt her presence quick
And to the hall he went, unheeding walls of mortar thick
As Abigail was standing still and awed
The stableman towards her clawed
“Dare you this mansion enter?
If so, you then surrender
Never shall you leave, dear lass
You’ll keep me company inside, alas”
She screamed, she wailed, she cried for help
But who would hear her thin, pathetic whelp?
And so a ghost, she too, became
Guarding the mansion in Winterblow’s name
And so the story ends, my lads
And true it is – no doubts on that!
So weary be of houses old
Who knows what secrets may they hold?
Arson
Arson
Lo! The cathedral stands tall and proud
At night, encased in a white ghostly shroud
Little do the folk know
Of travesty in the dark catacombs below
The priests wear mantles snowy white
And carry staves with much delight
So all seems well and good in town
Until innocent children start to disappear or drown
The priests point to the local cult
But they are guilty not, whoever they exult
Still they die, in vain, in shame
So the clergy can continue their diabolical game
In catacombs below, the priests eat meat
Be it fast or be it feast
But this is meat not from game or stock
But from young ones snatched as from the mass they walk
One man only does this secret know
It arrived to him one evening by a message crow
The message quickly he picked up
Read it, and said: “Enough’s enough”
Bottles of oil, jars of black powder
He’ll turn the murdering priests to chowder
The church will burn and all inside
Incinerated, burnt and fried
Watch the fire burn, the flames roar
As priests come running out the door
Their lips still red from blood just spilt
They can do nothing to deny their guilt
The townsfolk spare no time for talk,
A gallows is constructed, out goes the message hawk
To tell the land of this evil doing,
So none more should lay in ruin
Onto the wooden stairs the priests are led
The mob cries, hungry for their heads
But they shall see no axe or rope tonight,
Ignite the evil priests, ignite!
Lo! The cathedral stands tall and proud
At night, encased in a white ghostly shroud
Little do the folk know
Of travesty in the dark catacombs below
The priests wear mantles snowy white
And carry staves with much delight
So all seems well and good in town
Until innocent children start to disappear or drown
The priests point to the local cult
But they are guilty not, whoever they exult
Still they die, in vain, in shame
So the clergy can continue their diabolical game
In catacombs below, the priests eat meat
Be it fast or be it feast
But this is meat not from game or stock
But from young ones snatched as from the mass they walk
One man only does this secret know
It arrived to him one evening by a message crow
The message quickly he picked up
Read it, and said: “Enough’s enough”
Bottles of oil, jars of black powder
He’ll turn the murdering priests to chowder
The church will burn and all inside
Incinerated, burnt and fried
Watch the fire burn, the flames roar
As priests come running out the door
Their lips still red from blood just spilt
They can do nothing to deny their guilt
The townsfolk spare no time for talk,
A gallows is constructed, out goes the message hawk
To tell the land of this evil doing,
So none more should lay in ruin
Onto the wooden stairs the priests are led
The mob cries, hungry for their heads
But they shall see no axe or rope tonight,
Ignite the evil priests, ignite!
Revenge Bittersweet
Revenge Bittersweet
Ancient songs he used to sing
And tales of old he’d tell
Never did anything such a vibe bring
That you felt as under a spell
He brought us knowledge,
He taught us well
Alas, we now acknowledge
That we must bid farewell
Lament this loss, we shall
But we cannot afford to rest in sorrow
The guilty must be punished on the morrow
So hear me, hear me, one and all!
The horn will ring next morning!
And so we’ll end out mourning
So saddle up your steeds and armor don
We’ll ride with the first light of dawn
An army great they have,
And soldiers brave and strong
But not in our lands
Does this travesty belong!
Hail me brothers, and hail the king!
For death to infidels we have to bring
Their garments red, their crosses white
They poison homesteads like unholy blight
Ride my brothers, ride like wind!
May thunder be with you and storm on your hind
For ancient Gods we fight, fear our wrath
For all shall be crushed who dare cross out path
Ancient songs he used to sing
And tales of old he’d tell
Never did anything such a vibe bring
That you felt as under a spell
He brought us knowledge,
He taught us well
Alas, we now acknowledge
That we must bid farewell
Lament this loss, we shall
But we cannot afford to rest in sorrow
The guilty must be punished on the morrow
So hear me, hear me, one and all!
The horn will ring next morning!
And so we’ll end out mourning
So saddle up your steeds and armor don
We’ll ride with the first light of dawn
An army great they have,
And soldiers brave and strong
But not in our lands
Does this travesty belong!
Hail me brothers, and hail the king!
For death to infidels we have to bring
Their garments red, their crosses white
They poison homesteads like unholy blight
Ride my brothers, ride like wind!
May thunder be with you and storm on your hind
For ancient Gods we fight, fear our wrath
For all shall be crushed who dare cross out path
The Reaper
The Reaper
I creep, I glide, I cripple by
Like a raven cuts the dark night sky
Some days I’m young and some I’m old
Age is not a habit I uphold
A garment black, a sharpened blade
With these tools I do my trade
From house to house, from town to town
None who see me dare frown
But no companion have I,
Except my lonely steed
And so at dusk I sometimes cry
For duty calls me to heed
I like not taking lives,
May they rest in peace
But as the bell in distance chimes
I have to do my deeds
What good am I, what joy I bring?
But only darkness and death’s dark sting
A raven old, a bastard black
One day I’ll leave and not come back.
I creep, I glide, I cripple by
Like a raven cuts the dark night sky
Some days I’m young and some I’m old
Age is not a habit I uphold
A garment black, a sharpened blade
With these tools I do my trade
From house to house, from town to town
None who see me dare frown
But no companion have I,
Except my lonely steed
And so at dusk I sometimes cry
For duty calls me to heed
I like not taking lives,
May they rest in peace
But as the bell in distance chimes
I have to do my deeds
What good am I, what joy I bring?
But only darkness and death’s dark sting
A raven old, a bastard black
One day I’ll leave and not come back.
The Unavoidable Introduction
Such is our fate, I see
That one cannot without a greeting be
So 'hail' to all of you I say
May you have fun reading me today.
So, a little taster of what's going to be going on this blog I guess. Strikingly, original, I'd imagine, but I decided to continue with it none-the-less.
So, all in all, it's very simple - expect regular uploads of narrative type poems written by yours truly. That's all there is to, anyhow. Comments are very welcome, any feedback I get will help me improve.
Cheers!
That one cannot without a greeting be
So 'hail' to all of you I say
May you have fun reading me today.
So, a little taster of what's going to be going on this blog I guess. Strikingly, original, I'd imagine, but I decided to continue with it none-the-less.
So, all in all, it's very simple - expect regular uploads of narrative type poems written by yours truly. That's all there is to, anyhow. Comments are very welcome, any feedback I get will help me improve.
Cheers!
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