Accumalated brain farts from January 2007-recently
I almost never use this anymore thanks to facebook, but I guess an update is warranted...seems I can't write proper stories or poetry anymore, instead I just get random segments of verbal grandiosity purging my brain ...
Azure flames shrieking blasphemy on sacrificial pyres
Blood weeping mandrake entwining nightmare
Over glacial coal hearts of Beelzebub
Through adder's fangs graze torrid heresy
Legions of wailing spirits harbinger souring peace
Searing doom bewails the lungs of prophecy
Bereft of once incandescent bliss, archangels surge in caprice
Dreariest yore strum lyres nevermore shrouded in secrecy
Coalasing ebon chandeliers meandering spasms
Through orchestral euphony copulate sinews of grief
In cerulean mists heave overbearing melacholy
Billowing shrouds wrought on iron fleece
Daylight cowers from this blinding dire tapestry
With wolven ale embracing on warm cherise lips
and salt wasping on scabrous flesh
Cowled twittering spectre’s embrace
Fumes of sadistic alchemy simmer o’er azure flame
Like hare skewered on the fangs of wolves
Maidens doused in cauldrons of flesh searing vitriol
Blood smeared chasms of discord
Open tomes baring despairing chants and omen
Undead sorcery blazes the dying embers again
As the vile brew crimsons in billowing gouts
Bewailing anguish, bloodcurdling banshee shrieks
Thunderous laughter rings festive debauchery
Solace to will o wisps astray in noctambulant wandering
The lovelorn empyrean weeping gales in serenade…
Candlelight hexes dawning arcane crypts
Lust gurgling black phlegm lacerates ancient skin
Immortal nightmares bellow forgotten glory of primeval creeds
Rallying stormclouds hail the wake of nocturnal breeds
Alas triumphant, our black hierophant lifts the goblet
Where mourning ivory ruins blaze
Unholy rites crackling on embers of Yew
Wailing from abyssic realms, Liche prince raised
From Hade’s well of souls bearing the dire wines of Lethe
Chandeliers blaze fortress walls, flickering to lutes merrying victory
Gleaming like the dire gaze of a Basilisk, a zealot brandishes his rapier
Captive below, a carnival of ravens flutter beneath dungeon torchlight
Where whispering vines welt terror, blistering mourning spite
Icicles weep eaves of barracks to the sin of depraved mercenaries
Merciless, harlotry is wrought on orphaned daughters of the enemy
Sighs burrow caverns bellowing like spirits condemned to shores of Cocytus
Azure flames shrieking blasphemy on sacrificial pyres
Blood weeping mandrake entwining nightmare
Over glacial coal hearts of Beelzebub
Through adder's fangs graze torrid heresy
Legions of wailing spirits harbinger souring peace
Searing doom bewails the lungs of prophecy
Bereft of once incandescent bliss, archangels surge in caprice
Dreariest yore strum lyres nevermore shrouded in secrecy
Coalasing ebon chandeliers meandering spasms
Through orchestral euphony copulate sinews of grief
In cerulean mists heave overbearing melacholy
Billowing shrouds wrought on iron fleece
Daylight cowers from this blinding dire tapestry
With wolven ale embracing on warm cherise lips
and salt wasping on scabrous flesh
Cowled twittering spectre’s embrace
Fumes of sadistic alchemy simmer o’er azure flame
Like hare skewered on the fangs of wolves
Maidens doused in cauldrons of flesh searing vitriol
Blood smeared chasms of discord
Open tomes baring despairing chants and omen
Undead sorcery blazes the dying embers again
As the vile brew crimsons in billowing gouts
Bewailing anguish, bloodcurdling banshee shrieks
Thunderous laughter rings festive debauchery
Solace to will o wisps astray in noctambulant wandering
The lovelorn empyrean weeping gales in serenade…
Candlelight hexes dawning arcane crypts
Lust gurgling black phlegm lacerates ancient skin
Immortal nightmares bellow forgotten glory of primeval creeds
Rallying stormclouds hail the wake of nocturnal breeds
Alas triumphant, our black hierophant lifts the goblet
Where mourning ivory ruins blaze
Unholy rites crackling on embers of Yew
Wailing from abyssic realms, Liche prince raised
From Hade’s well of souls bearing the dire wines of Lethe
Chandeliers blaze fortress walls, flickering to lutes merrying victory
Gleaming like the dire gaze of a Basilisk, a zealot brandishes his rapier
Captive below, a carnival of ravens flutter beneath dungeon torchlight
Where whispering vines welt terror, blistering mourning spite
Icicles weep eaves of barracks to the sin of depraved mercenaries
Merciless, harlotry is wrought on orphaned daughters of the enemy
Sighs burrow caverns bellowing like spirits condemned to shores of Cocytus