Blow Me AwayI will dance on your grave, sending shivers over your skin. Laugh at your demise. Worship the ground coming to you. Screaming in pain! Hearing the sweet sounds of death. This constant you bring. The generic waste of space - which you are. Hating your being and what you have become. Ordering your lines on a silver platter.
Blow me away. I want to be blown away.
Blank NothingBlank nothing blank page. No writing no result.
Blank pages inspiration gone.
No escape no control.
I am blank - I am - nothing.
Selling Settled SoulsDusty winds blew on the warm summer tied, or perhaps it was the heat to the south. Either way I knew he was coming. I would have thought he would have arrived in a ball of fire, or something just as dramatic. But nothing happened. I sat waiting.
From my right came a voice, "Miiisssttteerr!" I looked down upon a small man holding a burning piece of paper, strange symbols were written on it. The paper never seemed to burn out, permanent flames on the page. The little man handed me the document; "you ready to die?" I never said a word. I took the paper and they were gone. Everything. The man, the paper. The cross roads were empty. Just dust.
I don't remember much after selling my sole, and the small man too; it still feels like my memory was whipped over.
There was a high pitched noise in the air. A total silence. Did I meet the Devil himself?
Or was it just a messenger. Thought I was important, special enough, to have Hades come up, and sign the deal, rather than some little helper. But
The Lady's bloody feathered winds,
Thunder of might,
Choosing the Slain
The battle rages,
Still blades fall,
The snatching of soles
Being taken away
The warrior's battle
Blood red skies
Capturing the dead
A Viking salute
A sole rewarded
They sail to her grace.
Raining, the blades fall, flow the river of tempest glee and receive the angel of falcon wings.
The lions pull
Love she hold
The bore grunts
Tears of red gold
The chariot rides over her field
An absent God
Welcome to your icy home.