Blood-right
Angels! Angels!
Burning bright,
oh! the horrors
you ignite!
With gore dipped wings,
blood drenched hands,
you beckon me
to dead lands.
You touch my breast,
leave a mark
before, laughing,
you depart.
Leave me, dripping,
bloody tears.
Soon I am my
own worst fear.
A thirst for life,
dreams of death;
lost to me is
lasting rest.
Pain eternal,
ever cursed.
Killing, sighing...
death rehearsed.
They do not know
as I strike
that their blood is
mine by right.
Living goddess,
human half,
craves for blood-right.
Damn-ning fast!
I cannot love,
cannot care.
No one knows that
I was there.
There when Egypt
ruled the earth.
There when Rome fell,
there for birth.
Birth of so-called
Jesus Christ,
of Kings and Queens,
dark and light.
I will be there
every rise,
for every fall,
death revised.
Created before: June 2005
Last Edited: 23 December 2008
Notes: This poem is probably one of the ones that I worked the hardest on. Not only does it rhyme, but I actually counted the rhythm out: it's four beats and then three beats, repeated over and over. This poem combines two of my obsessions: angels and immortality. The original poem stopped after the lines "No one knows that / I was there." So, I'm not sure I actually like what comes after that, because I'm not sure it fits. Maybe I should have just ended it where it originally ended. It just felt incomplete where it originally stopped.
Burning bright,
oh! the horrors
you ignite!
With gore dipped wings,
blood drenched hands,
you beckon me
to dead lands.
You touch my breast,
leave a mark
before, laughing,
you depart.
Leave me, dripping,
bloody tears.
Soon I am my
own worst fear.
A thirst for life,
dreams of death;
lost to me is
lasting rest.
Pain eternal,
ever cursed.
Killing, sighing...
death rehearsed.
They do not know
as I strike
that their blood is
mine by right.
Living goddess,
human half,
craves for blood-right.
Damn-ning fast!
I cannot love,
cannot care.
No one knows that
I was there.
There when Egypt
ruled the earth.
There when Rome fell,
there for birth.
Birth of so-called
Jesus Christ,
of Kings and Queens,
dark and light.
I will be there
every rise,
for every fall,
death revised.
Created before: June 2005
Last Edited: 23 December 2008
Notes: This poem is probably one of the ones that I worked the hardest on. Not only does it rhyme, but I actually counted the rhythm out: it's four beats and then three beats, repeated over and over. This poem combines two of my obsessions: angels and immortality. The original poem stopped after the lines "No one knows that / I was there." So, I'm not sure I actually like what comes after that, because I'm not sure it fits. Maybe I should have just ended it where it originally ended. It just felt incomplete where it originally stopped.