In deep places fallen from grace,
Away from stars, and the deepest of space,
Spiraling remembrances of my youthful sinnings,
Passing dreams of past and beautiful beginnings,
Gasping in blackest waters, swallowing heartless taste,
Dust and sulfur stings embrace,
Shores of blackened stones of uncounted years,
Sharp as crowns of unyielding spears,
Far and away, far from home,
Sweat upon my brow, shaken to the bone,
Shivering careless with no warmth,
Embers in the air as windless from the north,
The better man within will not bloom,
Awakened eyes set to banks of doom,
Awaiting for me as the sweet poison allure,
But one I knew as the dread emperor,
No face, darkness escape,
Linen of scarlet and violet taste,
Take me away from where angels do not attend,
Chains dragged, and if he moved, it was not with wind,
I muster a sound, but not with voice,
Ache and thirst left with no choice,
Responded in thought, I was left waiting,
For his voice was harsh, so I was claiming,
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"You who approach from death's shore,
You are found wanting welcome be sure,
This is a salutations without care,
A solemn chorus climatic despair,
This is the ending of a circle you tend,
Where you begin and where you end,
Now come enter here and be dismayed,
I bring no hope only ash and clay,
Stay in doom's water or come with me and away,
But be sure there is nothing, but empty ways,"
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I felt a shutter and full of longing,
Remembering now, from where I was belonging,
It was fire, no! It was iron,
Cast into me enter me, as though fangs of a lion,
And now I mutter what I had lost,
This is the reward, for the life I had cost,
What can I gain in the place of the fall?
So I shouted, but pain is what I felt most of all,
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"This is the land without warmth and rest,
The place we avoid, so we do our best,
Now I understand what I had missed,
It was not wagers, but death I had kissed,
I now know it was one, who chose a few,
Had I answered the door, at midnight's hue,
Everything forgo, all of it behind,
For love was better, than the life of mankind,
Now I regret what I have chosen,
Where there is fire, now I lay frozen,
To sleep a little longer,
Resting securely is to conquer,
Fallible mortal forever falling,
I no longer hear the voice of one calling,
So I do not dare slumber here,
I cannot lay my head in doom's atmosphere,
I will go, oh dread emperor,
For I have seen the blind rememberer,
Take me by hand and so lead me on,
Wait, what is this? Where have you gone?
I do speak, but now and alone,
There was never you and now on my own."
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I stand up in shackles,
There is not one thing I lack of,
Empty and heavy, there is nothing,
This I'm glad, at least I feel something,
With weight pulling me in,
I slip through with blistering sin,
Now up is the mountain,
Moving me forward unseen drips of a fountain,
For where does this path go,
For what lies but hope? No!
Hard is the way,
Turmoil blistering feet, only will is to obey,
To the sky, there is no heaven,
Not even a light to be let in,
As I tarry amidst my movement,
Repose is lacking like an astringent scent,
There is a path I discover,
Where soot and mire did cover,
My way my biding time my one desire,
Is a lacking sky lit with fire,
And all before me, so I do see,
To my dismay, there it be,
A giant of misfortune, red rosy cheeks
Lingering around the mountainous peaks,
Grinning dramatically, a teeth full of bones,
Stitched by thorns, left on its own,
There is a dark feeling,
In the gut of my undoing,
Something so ancient,
Lurking desire, pending patience,
This colossal of flesh of tormenting grime,
Was always about me time after time,
I cannot scream I cannot weep,
This is not the place to lay down to sleep,
I do not move until it has spoken,
Left to will alone, I will be broken,
We pass like shadows,
Like years without schedules,
Without breath, without care,
This giant did speak of only despair,
What it did say, I shall not forget,
Less it be warning of a looming debt,
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"Don't fret, do not be eager,
My shadow does not wither, but gently lingers,
If you should stumble,
I will not let you tumble,
Go before me and travel ahead,
If you turn back, a welcome from the dead,
The flick of my tongue,
Devour both the old and the young,
Your way may be forward and I shall follow,
Remember this, the hunger within is nearly hollow."
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The rumble of shadow,
Was but a reminding echo,
Of the one of great stature,
A sudden reminder, vile future,
Ravenous reveille reminding me of no redemption,
I tread ahead with no comfort, no exemption,
Thirsting for blood, eyes for my flesh,
Not boiled, not baked, just fully fresh,
This path I did tread,
Was truly paved by the dead,
A lie in my thought like broken glass,
One day to end, and this too shall pass,
Within my ponder, I did remember,
Together with my brother, we drank from embers,
Was he here, and what was his name?
How could I forget, for how great was his fame?
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"My brother my brother!
I do not call for another!
Answer the call from the one whom you know,
I cannot travel this path and it's deathly glow,
Heed and hear, I plead so dearly,
For if in another realm, stay away from me!
There is no life in the place I dwell,
From grace did fall, far-away I fell,
I cannot feel you in this wretched place,
Not even myself and in my disgrace,
Ever before a giant's hunger,
Nightmare haunting shadowing closure,
If in light to the place you claim,
Then do not look upon me and all of my pain,
Ah, what could this be, what is this?
A scent like no other, of oceans reminisce,
I do see a shoreline of cliffs,
To see a horizon, of golden violet gifts,
As I reached the edge of the path,
Where it ends, begins my wrath,
I dare to dream, I dare to wonder,
Take me away from all of my plunder,
The path that leads tarries on,
Until it ends, as endless night, never dawns,
I do not care, for the giant's despair,
What's this I hear? Where is his fiery stare?
There is nothing before me,
Lonely thorn in midst of bristle glee,
No thundering footsteps of a monstrous adventurer,
No songs from the one known as the dread emperor."
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The edge of nothing, proves me loathing,
Weeping without tears, at least it was something,
A thought forged from fire,
A flicker of hope indulged, inquired,
To days long ago, framed in memory,
Now I see all before me,
I can recall, days of beaming,
Formed at dawn's light, full of gleaming,
To grow in my silver crown,
From beginnings up, to endings down,
To hear the sounds of birds,
Their way with joyous words,
Of streams in passing,
Between mountains surpassing,
To end it all, with roaring laughter,
My last day filled with wonder of hereafter,
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"And now to my dismay,
I have discovered another way,
From sands, withering things,
From shores to edge of the fruitless everything,
The path I had chosen,
Hollow promises begin to close in,
Encountering the forsaken saints,
Claiming salvation in the place of complaints,
Where whispers replace worship,
Guidance by fire, where love burns up,
Some come with sorrow,
And others rely on a faithful tomorrow,
Boneless fingers outstretched with eager,
Where the blinded strong, become all the weaker,
Furious forceful tongues of curses,
Joyous sinister devoiding churches,
Some accept, and others regret,
Attempted atone, the remaining forget,
I say, to hell with you and all of me,
Lo, behold the voice of one crying, 'leave it be,'
You who cast stones in empty chasms,
You who delight in pain's orgasms,
You who chase after yesterday, fleeting borrow,
When all was well for your promised tomorrow,
This is the moment I began to sink,
Lifting the chalice of spring, we did drink!
For season's birth does not dwell in the land of ash,
The place where flesh and spirit enter fire, clash,
For I can no longer bare the empty waters within,
What tears are these but compiled by these hands of sin,
I call upon you, heaven, for when did you forget!
I split skies with stars pulling fastened rope forged in sweat,
I toiled in turmoil,
Oh, how this begins to foil,
My sleepless nights,
My inward fights,
Grinding bones in battle,
All in the name of land, women and cattle,
For where do we go when there is no night?
To remember is a tormented delight,
Upon knees in my standing grave,
Hear hear! The cries of this slave,
I ask for a drink dissolved from winter,
Cool streams passing lips of embers,
A taste of home under crowns of stars,
This wretched man once seen from afar,
Give me now the song of beginnings,
The first word spoken and all of its meanings,
Late is the hour of the roots of my repentance,
But now is the time of orbital sweet dependence,
My heart is breaking and my eyes are streaming,
Hear me, for this one is slowly waking!"
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As I lay my head to the empty,
I'm blinded when eyes open gently,
There is nothing new here,
All changing, balance stagnant is what I fear,
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I felt a cool warmth of the touch of wind,
Shocking delight filled from within,
I turn to the gestured familiar,
Discovering shadows breath bewilder,
For this was not of the place of the fall,
This thing did not belong here, no not at all,
A single shade hues of mixed ebony,
Standing firmly beautifully was a violet anemone,
Vicious romance of streaks of lightning,
Brought forth wind where I be seeking,
Dark clouds were forming,
Ascending downwards looming,
I find myself with the horn of rejoicing,
Remembering when selfishly destroying,
I felt anew from the power of Thumos,
Vapors rising in the name of Nimbus,
Ode to the ones who come not to live, slowly dies,
Enter the gates now with opened eyes,
There be angels with songs of a welcomed goodbye,
A new beginning praises of ending's nigh,
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"Take me firm but gentle wind,
Show me home, those who call me kin,
Guide me to the river's pool,
Where those with nothing, need no gold nor jewel,
For those who enter through heavenly bliss,
Enveloped in grace's longing kiss,"
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Into ash, I take a pedal,
Authority given, I begin to meddle,
That which guides me origin,
Exhale new, now revealed what has been hidden,
Ascend to hell's wasted meadow,
Now I see emerald leaves, falling slow,
Lovers leave no gaps between,
Such is this of what I've seen,
I tread lightly where there are no stones,
No roots, no mire, no songs from the bones,
I travel back to where I began,
As the circle comes now to its end,
There is an ocean passion upon a river,
Crying out, to the deliverer,
Shouting wordless love letters,
To gates of mercy, for now, forever,
There are sapphires floating unison,
Into waters of majestic oblivion,
A moment before, I stand without thought,
Remembering the sins of that which is my fault,
Now I'm left wanting, waiting for more,
Where stars gather hymns of an unending shore,
Into boats with windless sails,
Where host of light tell me their tales,
Taken away to the ones whom I love,
Gently guiding seaward ascending as a dove,
Now I lean into the flower wind,
Guiding, holding fast as an old friend,
The one who greeted me, unholy whisperer,
Dwindling remembrance, wicked dread emperor,
Closing my eyes and so I do wake,
Where merry waters meet me face to face,
Pull me in so I may live abundant,
Take me now, I gladly grasp it,
And now I pass unknown realms,
My breath is taken, greatly overwhelmed,
Through gates faraway from the fall,
To the place where I'm truly called,
There he is, the one in waiting,
The one who was taken, life was fading,
The one I call brother, from the world amend,
Now I see you, here in the end,
Your face in the light, I now know,
For this is peace and all of its glow,
Only by name, do I remember the fall,
Now but a memory, oh, I hear the call,
Anemone's pedal, in my opened hand,
There is horizon's song, gently lifting, slowly stand,
Engulfed in the sound of its softly breeze,
To fathom truth's calling, quaking trembling knees,
I dare not step off the edge of this vessel,
My comfort, my safety, this glorious bethel,
My eyes did open to the voice of one calling,
Slowly falling from sleep, truth's awakening,
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"For there are angels in the midst of meadows,
Where love is given, not lightly, but like arrows,
For who can say where it comes and goes,
Enter the beautiful, its almighty repose."
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