An Unknown Land

This one didn’t come out as I’d hoped, but I’m publishing anyway. Hope you like it.

A land that drifts, through morning mists,
With blanketed fog abound.
Where rain can fall, on oak trees tall,
And cold upon the ground.

A dream of gold, of stories told,
Where history writes itself.
No lies allowed, nor mis’ries shroud,
For shadows hide it’s wealth.

Amongst the trees, the dancing breeze,
The scent of summers past.
A sky that’s wide, no place to hide,
A winter set to last.

A shadow grows, the darkness flows,
No sign of light returning.
With eyes that spy, and softly pry,
What faces are they spurning?

This secret place, where none are safe,
A place of untrue sanctuary.
Tread soft my dear, hold tight to fear,
This place traps all unwary.

A land that waits, for love or hate,
It cares not what is planted.
For shadows grow, and darkness knows,
That peace will soon be granted.

Your Man 

​I thought no more 
My heart be gifted wings,
And let to soar.
I thought no more
I’d get to see the world
Behind the door.
I thought no more
Would I be granted freedom
To adore.
I thought no more
Would I see life as aught
But trying chore.

Yet here I am
So full of light and love
When hand in hand.
Yet here I am
With strength from you to rise
And proudly stand.
Yet here I am
A smile that stands aglow
And lights the land.
Yet here I am
So proud to tell the world
That I’m your man. 

The Demon And The Priest

The girl who cried among the pews,
Looked lost and so alone.
What sin so great to shame the stars,
Could call her to atone.

The priest in black with holy eye,
Beseeched her, take her bow.
But stood before this diety false,
She never would kow tow.

“But child”, he spake among the dark,
“What chance to be redeemed,
If not the knee you take to bend,
And ‘fore the Lord be seen?”

The tears from eyes not innocent,
Then dried upon her cheek.
And with a voice not of the earth,
She then began to speak.

“False priest”, she calmly said to him,
“Do not mistake this form. 
I am so come to free you from
Your piety so forlorn.”

As holy candles lost their flame,
A darkness fell about.
But from the pews a glow was seen,
And priest gave forth a shout.

“Begone foul spawn, I know thy name,
O damn-ed Lord of flies,
Lest I call down the one true God,
To smite you from the skies.”

A rumbled laugh rolled through the church,
To shake the very soul.
This demon foul would not be swayed,
The priest would be his goal.

“Your vows are weak, your faith has gone,
Your prayers no more are heard.
Your followers have fled the field,
You have no flock to herd.”

The priest knew then that all was lost,
He’d failed this final test.
No longer now live in the light,
Be at the darks behest.

Where once a church stood proud and true,
There are now only stones.
Where once a priest held strong to faith,
There is now only bones. 

We Evil Few

Thru damp and dark city bowels where missing children
Call and howl,
We chase the dream of one more score,
Not trusting fate to open doors;
A life of grime is ours to own where wicked deeds place
Kings on thrones,
The shining knife or blunted wood,
The tools that break the great and good;
No sun will see us evil men for darkness is our
One true friend,
It hides our acts of villainy,
Those things that even Gods don’t see;
For we are those you fear to meet down alleys black and
Dead end streets,
The cutthroats and the deadly few,
Who in the night may call on you;
So lock the windows bar the doors and softly tread
upon the floor,
We evil footpads are abroad,
The night is ours forever more.

Darkness

This started quite short, but then I wanted to try and turn it into a bit of a longer one. Not sure I’ve got all the imagery right, but I hope you like it.

Foul deeds occur
In darkened rooms where eyes
And ears are not allowed;
Hidden so from
Innocence and all that
Common men avow.

Where light denied
By shadowed walls will cause
The heart to fade and die;
Final thought of
Redemption sweet that life
In haste has soon gone by.

Remove thyself
From out the light for none
May save thy damaged soul;
Beneath the earth
In halls of dust forsook
By heavens angels all.

No more comfort
To be found for shadows
Now thy only cover;
The burning sun
Now turns it face away
As though a spurned lover.

And there within
This cell of night a man
Bent double cloaked in jet;
The glint of eyes
Of inner hell that speaks
To pain not tasted yet.

Call not for help
From passers by as you
Are long forsaken now;
Behold your fate
At gnarl-ed claw and so
To knee you make your bow.

No more the sun
Will dance on skin as you
Assume your place in hell;
In darkness deep
Where souls are lost you now
Forever are to dwell.

Lullaby

This started with the first line, and grew from there. It’s been a while, I hope you like it

I only know one lullaby,
It’s music dark and fierce.
Weaving pictures in the mind,
Showing truths so hard to find,
No more will eyes be ever blind,
This lullaby is sweet.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s words an evil tale.
Changing history as it’s writ,
Faking love, the fire it lit,
Finally a lie that fit,
This lullaby is cruel.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s rhythm hot and deep.
Tarnishing a once proud soul,
To shake the bones it’s only goal,
Finally you’ll learn your role,
This lullaby is harsh.

I only know one lullaby,
It’s sound will toll the end.
To rip the heart from out the chest,
Crushing hope at its behest,
And maybe that is for the best,
This lullaby is mine. 

Evil Queen

There she sits above us all,
Graceful on her poison throne.
To cast dispersions on our words,
Doubting all the songs she’s heard,
Before her I am left unnerved,
With no chance to atone.

There she rules the huddled mass,
Evil in her judging ways.
Her crown is made from ivy grown,
Her sceptre cast from single bone,
Her gown from wicked place unknown,
But dark throughout its days.

There the Queen of frightened land,
Holding all in iron law.
We common folk are kept in thrall,
Fearing what may come of all,
When finally she gives a call,
That lives be kept no more.

The wish to smash her royal rule,
Fires us, our very blood.
No more to cower ‘neath gaze,
We yearn for freedom in our days,
And so we march a rivers way,
To drown her in our flood.