Left For Dead!

Lest the last line aligns right to left, it is the devil's rite, we're left for dead!

Engrossed in the satanic circles of unholy verses in a pentagram's thread

For there'll be a day when our headstone's epitaph's only read by ravens

Then we'll know Heaven is the pyre, or muddy hole, of Luciferian pagans

Fires will burn, below the void above, burning words not etched in stone

Obituaries will die in the inferno, like the ash and dust of cremated bone

Razed to Hades our incinerated souls will be blessed by the devil's words

Damned by him forever, though all together, languishing in haunted herds

Every righteous passage prescribed, is of subterranean dark incantations

And as we seek salvation, we know it is our wishful thinking's inclinations

Dear gods in Heaven, I'll read your spurious scriptures in purgatory's cell

!lleH ot emoclew ,etir s'lived eht si ti ,thgir ot tfel setirw ohw eno ma I roF

Lilith's Lover

Laid to rest by her insatiable pruriency, but here I lie awake

In awe of her demonic touch and now my soul I will forsake

Lilith my lover, she came for me, casting her succubus spell

In her sensual embrace I ceded, for her salacious ways I fell

The torment was ecstasy, with her fingers fore and after play

Her sultry breaths scalding me, as she moulded me like clay

She's a femme fatale and a sorceress, she is an angel fallen

Lying here beside me, she is wanton and desirously maudlin

Ousted from Heaven, she swore our haven awaits in Hades

Vowing to fornicate, for pleasure, without ifs, buts, or babies

Eden's gone for her and I took an apple, skewered to a hook

Raven of carnality, she is my lover and a godsend I mistook

 

They're Demons

They're demons (your monsters) and they're swimming in blood

Hiding in the shallows of nightmares of a decaying flooded wood

Enthralled by the horror, you dreamt you were drowning in water

Yearning for it to end, but trapped in the nightmares of slaughter

Randomise movement, of the ephemeral, vermilion reptilian eyes

Evading your awakening, they're luring you to where insanity plies

Deeper, you're the sleeper, in rippling blood and writhing maggots

Embalming you slowly are the morticians of demonic dead abbots

Mummified dreamer, as serene as a mere, you should have flown

Out of your darkest 'mare where you drowned, supine over prone

Now though you're in a place where the water courses bloody red

Swimming with monsters, they're demons, your demons are dead

 

Nothing's Forever

Nothing's forever, not even the ephemeral myths of our ghosts and gods

Omnipresent revenants, the dead among us, will die again by all the odds

The starry heavens will fade back to black as the planets wilt and crumble

Higher realms will remain unfound, except in the moot words we mumble

In every empty mirror, there are clues, that life with time is a misdirection

Nothing's the simple sempiternal truth, we might surmise in our reflection

Given to light from dark, we're the passed and present, but we are neither

'til the skies burn dry, we're random moments in time, in a sphere of ether

Seasons will spring, from summer into winter, as we inevitably fail and fall

For with our liege, the interminable ticking clock, we're obediently in thrall

Our nightmares will always prevail, they will be with us until the bitter end

Revealing that nothing's for sure, there's no escape, no stairway to ascend

Everything's temporary, even the gleaming heavens above, abundant stars

Visibly unyielding, yet fatally fading, into the oblivion that's more than ours

Eternity's for the myths of ghosts and gods of our imagination's endeavour

Reasoning will tell us though, that the afterlife's a fallacy; nothing's forever

Dark December

Darkness fades to shapes of shades amongst the dazzling, dancing faeries light

An invisible horde, en masse, meandering towards the end of the longest night

Revenants are prevalent and akin to paradoxical moths, drawn to dying flames

Kindred spirits forever and now the nyctophiles, from the long lost old domains

December remembers and descends, through moonlit mist to the chill of drizzle

Ending with the ritual black-mass of the passed, the wraiths and the dire dismal

Called to gather, from dust and ashes and from ancient barrows of empty graves

Enthralled with rapture, in a cast of shimmering shadows, of the shortening days

Maudlin spectres await the churches solemn sunset knell, as the bells chime four

By the break of dawn, the languid gathered, will return to where they were before

Evanescing in the longest night, fading to the forgotten memory of a dying ember

Reshaping the wandering shades back to shadows, of a sombre dark December

 

Desert Ranger

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a maverick, a desert ranger

Who almost died alone, to feed the crows, to become the stranger

Death defied him and life denied him, he thought all hope was lost

Until he found an old way, to bridge the gap and he finally crossed...

...into a barren, purgatorial place, to be cast adrift and left for blind

In an otherworld wasteland, where Hell itself had been left behind

And he cursed gods and men, with a carrion's caw and a loaded rifle

As he swore his vengeance, in the nightmares that he couldn't stifle

And now he wanders along the neural networks of lax lucid dreamers

Seeking a way back, through the fault lines of self-doubting schemers

And although he's fed on many, leaving them a disturbed empty shell

He's still trapped, in a nowhere place, that's so much worse than Hell

So be warned tonight, of a sightless maverick, carrying a carrion crow

For he might emerge, from the wastelands, with delusions to bestow

And you might live happily, forever after, but you will be the stranger

Who will feed the crows, as he once did, as the undead desert ranger

 

On The Far Side Of The Moon

 On the far side of the moon, there's a wonderful place of pure ignorant bliss

Where myriad stars above abound, some feel so close you could almost wish

It's an imaginary domain, where our gods forever lie, with their faces hidden

In the mass open graves, where they were born to die, in thoughts forbidden

Even with enlightenment through cognition, naught arises from that unseen

And nothing stirs, for it's solely the devil's work, that is denounced, obscene

But even Hell itself, is just the unreal vacuous realm, of a distant lunar mare

Where the dreamcatchers catch, turning daydreams to night, for us to share

And in that airless pantheon phasm, envisage a monolith, that stands alone

A sentinel to the frozen nothingness, of lava, shaped into a temple of stone

But it's there in prayers, in an impact crater, intelligently designed and hewn

Engraved with ancient hieroglyphs, of doctrines, on the far side of the moon

It's a blissful place we cannot see, but we fill the gaps with wishful thinking

Eternally cold and barren, day or night, but beware when the sun is sinking

For in the pitch-black, beneath all those glistening stars, dark matters form

As the desiccated dust, turns into scattered ashes, before the light of dawn