For now is the time of destruction and war my dear friends
Look to the sky and cradle your spirit in the arms
That wain in the grips of the blood moon
As scurvy dogs lash out relentlessly
So will we and our brothers of the night
Hail these shadows along with these nocturnal hours
Which chokes the day with a lustful easy
Have you seen our souls yet
Behind the glass eyes that lie in a forsaken creed
For too long we have lingered… damaged, tainted, and thus forevermore corrupted
Without taking any means from the word
Hence with these unholy hands will the first stone be casted
And of the saints and priest that weep,
Scarlet red rivers will be their undoing
Together with cries that scream from the innocent
A befalling glory will walk with us alone… as we are legion….
This is the incantation that I heard at the doorstep of my own oblivion
In light of this with a sad smile, I shed agonizing tears for these demons
Whereas they were my brothers, scron with the black flames of purgatory
Choose me to torment I prayed, Choose me to bare their pain
I will understand,
For, though I cannot wash away theirs sins; I can help them carry these burdens
So that the souls of the soulless may find a forgotten place called paradise.
I will be a humble vessel,
That will endure the crucified sounds of their sorrows without judging their flaws
For I am as broken as them, but I stand lost in sacred serenity
And because of this my dear father, I relinquish what is left of this life
To restore hope among the damned
To what does it mean to be a saint…To what does it mean to be a human…?
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
Saint Anthony Tormented by Demons is what got my attention, but this it some quality writing.
Superb.
truth is what you speak as described here, i have seen it first hand and so sad it hurts.
Another piece of art, totally Love it.
This was dope! Keep up the great work.
You paint with a deft hand the delusion of the lost that are engorged by their own bloodlust, and the sorrow and the love of those reach out to them with arms of salvation … wow.
“I heard at the doorstep of my own oblivion,” what a great line! This was a powerful read. Thank you for sharing.
Intense!
“I will be a humble vessel,” I liked that… You focus powerfully on the dichotomy of life here.. Very interesting work – I will be back fro more… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
A poem of contrast – 'look to the sky' – wondrous
Puts me in mind of J. Alfred Prufrock….contrasts here. Interesting poem and excellent writing. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
So intense!
So intense!
The greaTest saint is the saint
willing to become the devil
sentenced to hell
for price
of
LOVE
similar to THAT
Dracula movie
earlier this
year that
illustrates
this point
well.. yes..
it is often
the Judas
who bleeds Most..:)