Like the fire from those who once were, I now float on the stream of time reversed
See the silent winter's scorn, for the shame of the past and the future it comes
Now no more will I taste the sunrise gold, for the darknesss and me be one the same
And the light of the youth so barely gleaned, deep in mind I seek but alas in vain
So forgive me not for I am no more, so beyond all signs, salvations lost
See the silenced minstrels of tears, they now danced bedewed upon this grave
But for me no signs divine or bright, to so beckons this me into the light
Since I've killed this quiet whimper of fools, for the loss of life no more of care
Now I brave the days of endless pain, no more dirges so human within my heart
Weak the fire that burns my soul, for the price so black, undying sins!
Now who'll pay for me this blood and lust, so deceived was I unto this life
Killed and gone all vestiges, my humanity's wiped for endless nights!
'Tis now late as I gazed upon the moon, so enshrouded all clouds like reddish slime
And the winds now burning black as sin, for this life I am gone beyond all hopes
Now do not be hearing laments of me, for no pardons or smiles befit this undead
A demon wrapped in human face, and my craving of blood, my fall from grace!
So be part us now, no decades would sing, and do not, I beg, to hope we'd meet
For no mirth or joy would come for us soon, but mere love so dark, infernal at best
I'd dispose forever this feel for you, though your heart still beats to such a beast
Hasten now back to the light, my love, and leave me the end of another black year
SILENCED MINSTREL
KL
2011
Friday, December 30, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
All That's So Knowing
Here it comes again the gloom and the terror, oh rapture of heathens I dance a madrigal undone
So bleeding and in anguish undaunted for all that is timed and that are wont to be but slain by thy truly
To meet this maker of all great harmony beyond all darkness and hope, the silent master of un-Destiny
For me and for these formless knights of downed causes and twisted minds, so long my lust for a mountain of gold!
To write out all wrong this sullen rhymes could they be such fakes? Or maybe all cakes for all seasons could not they make pleasings?
The silent spirits of lost and so vengeful these woods I did travel they would speak unto me of past travesties, foreign in all tongues but strangely so near
Or maybe not all that is dead can go back to life and lift but all swords again? If that so then so be it, for none may survive this wintered dead faiths!
To wring out the weak from fabrics appalling, or could they may not be such undeath after all? For all that is snowing would no one be so knowing what price this future when bells they'd be rung?
Oh no I'm just one, a silenced minstrel, that sings with no tongue but danced all dread tidings
So wonder no more when mists they'd be parting, for that's where red terrors they'd be so amassing!
For this untold reason I'd wend on more lands, for piety and infamy these songs I'd so sing
But never you'd ask me for whence I did part, for no sorrow or valour could save the sane, and all that's so knowing!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011
So bleeding and in anguish undaunted for all that is timed and that are wont to be but slain by thy truly
To meet this maker of all great harmony beyond all darkness and hope, the silent master of un-Destiny
For me and for these formless knights of downed causes and twisted minds, so long my lust for a mountain of gold!
To write out all wrong this sullen rhymes could they be such fakes? Or maybe all cakes for all seasons could not they make pleasings?
The silent spirits of lost and so vengeful these woods I did travel they would speak unto me of past travesties, foreign in all tongues but strangely so near
Or maybe not all that is dead can go back to life and lift but all swords again? If that so then so be it, for none may survive this wintered dead faiths!
To wring out the weak from fabrics appalling, or could they may not be such undeath after all? For all that is snowing would no one be so knowing what price this future when bells they'd be rung?
Oh no I'm just one, a silenced minstrel, that sings with no tongue but danced all dread tidings
So wonder no more when mists they'd be parting, for that's where red terrors they'd be so amassing!
For this untold reason I'd wend on more lands, for piety and infamy these songs I'd so sing
But never you'd ask me for whence I did part, for no sorrow or valour could save the sane, and all that's so knowing!
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
My Forever Musings
Istania Lyraec, for all that is good, Visposina Bilaes, for all that is bad
To win the whims of the untouched, the innocent, the late of all bloomers
That blooms in the midst of the whitest snow, of all that is gone and all that is still
For me this downed soul, inflamed by this ember, the remnant of old--the secret fire!
An eye for one, a heart for all, this thirst I but quenched, now grows to a smile
For this red blessed eve, no phantoms so bothered, alas on this cliff, of life never-ending
And thus in this quest I did seek the blue, the star in my hands, the Celestial Sapphire
For the secret of all secrets, in peace and in conflict, o play me for a fool no more and forever!
Woe, for Ispipinia I lay all sweetness for a kiss on her lips, and thus it seals my fate in darkness
But behold Qis Imfania, Lady of the Sun, sister of the shadowed, her touch unshackles me to last many dawns
To wander again in a daze, for my quest in nature and nurture I would deflower myself or defile me at will?
For this inspiral carpet I place my bet a pile of king's ransom, to lose but to win, to play but to live!
And thus this cycle I preserved for the price of all sanity, my body so wasted but the soul wanders on
For this great Earth I bide my un-time, an ageless of merry but never so wary, to sing and dance till doomsday it comes
So great is the sunrise so cold is the dawn, in wintery of times I toil in my midnight, of wishes fulfilled and fears so banished
But never to find another me path, for this my great journey this my great rite, to me and for me for the world to decide my forever musings...
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011
To win the whims of the untouched, the innocent, the late of all bloomers
That blooms in the midst of the whitest snow, of all that is gone and all that is still
For me this downed soul, inflamed by this ember, the remnant of old--the secret fire!
An eye for one, a heart for all, this thirst I but quenched, now grows to a smile
For this red blessed eve, no phantoms so bothered, alas on this cliff, of life never-ending
And thus in this quest I did seek the blue, the star in my hands, the Celestial Sapphire
For the secret of all secrets, in peace and in conflict, o play me for a fool no more and forever!
Woe, for Ispipinia I lay all sweetness for a kiss on her lips, and thus it seals my fate in darkness
But behold Qis Imfania, Lady of the Sun, sister of the shadowed, her touch unshackles me to last many dawns
To wander again in a daze, for my quest in nature and nurture I would deflower myself or defile me at will?
For this inspiral carpet I place my bet a pile of king's ransom, to lose but to win, to play but to live!
And thus this cycle I preserved for the price of all sanity, my body so wasted but the soul wanders on
For this great Earth I bide my un-time, an ageless of merry but never so wary, to sing and dance till doomsday it comes
So great is the sunrise so cold is the dawn, in wintery of times I toil in my midnight, of wishes fulfilled and fears so banished
But never to find another me path, for this my great journey this my great rite, to me and for me for the world to decide my forever musings...
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
KL
2011
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