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Nightmare

I dream of empty spaces
rooms vast and void
no faces
an endless sea of agony

I dream of dark despair
no light to find for me
The people do not care
that others outside dying

Wake us please
I no longer wish to dream
the nightmare the disease
is callousness of men

Forget Me

A shadows pain in icy vein
Doth carve the shallow path
Down the road with no redemption
Is this sweet death at last
Alas tis not, we the dark eternal
Live forever pulsing crystal beats
Within our chest as if a heart
Everlasting carries the memories
Let us crush the stone, a curse
May we forget who we were once more

The Darker Days Behind Me

A torrent of words meant only for my sorrow
Why then? does one not know the dreams?
entertain not idle fantasy, Sora the illusion
Ignore and chase nothing for reality is here
In fire and air Aldra and Kyra ignite
but me i exist in boring monotony
I fought the dark the void of mind
India’s maiden returns like dashed hope unkind
A dreary storm for stronger men
A monsoon my soul it rends
why be sad when joy abounds
I have a love yes more than one around
sweet beloved spouse of mine
and lady Sora in dreams to find
when I need compassion to plead
I can lean on my pet my dear Kitty
Not alone yet solitary not deluded no
I fight the dark with these
plead I then to ask why remind me?

Void King


A world cold empty vain
void king deserves no name
Lost in ice forever cold
Bury now this decrepit soul


Cold as ice the wandering
Ever doth my heart to break
Will for me a maiden sing
Alas that siren no joy bring

No warmth in heart or hearth
No fire to light my joys
Am I broken still?
That my pen bleeds ill?

Nay I look to those I love
Even as I am numb
I am their void king, friend
In them my heart can mend