All But Lost

Five springs have passed,
Since that day of error,
Since the arrow struck me,
It penetrated deep into spirit.

I can barely remember the day,
But I can never ever forget it,
That day changed everything,
It changed how I see the world.

I remember a shadow of a past,
A past I no longer can remember,
I remember the day of incident,
Which would ripple to today.

Today seems nothing more than,
Chaos courted by drunken Gods,
Insanity preached by the Monks,
And pain caused by the God of Love.

Just as the greeks launched,
A thousand ships for Helen,
Cupid shot in my direction,
A thousand arrows for her.

How could I resist his barrage?
Is there any mortal able enough?
The arrows released by the Gods,
The wounds still feel fresh as ever.

I don't know what the future holds,
But life has taught me long before,
Hope would preach disappointment,
Prayers would fall on stone ears.

I don't know what the future holds,
But if the trend of today carries on,
If the wounds of today burn tomorrow,
I shall believe the Gods have no love.

No love for the human race,
No love for the purest soul,
No mercy for those suffering,
No release for those in pain.

I don't know who shall listen,
I don't know if these words,
Will ever change what happens,
But I shall yet cling on to hope.

Even as the arrows continue to sting,
And drain the soul of its divine spirit,
I will see the light overpower darkness,
Even if I do cling on to a fool's hope.

Denial

I cannot give you a reason,
To believe the words I say,
Simply because I have none,
Other than I can feel the truth.

I cannot explain to you what you are,
The words cannot be found anywhere,
No language spread across Blue Earth,
Can say how fantastic you really are.

I cannot explain to you why,
I see you the way I do see you,
Charm isn't limited to the face,
And you are the brightest beacon.

I cannot understand why you laugh,
When I carefully pluck words for you,
You say often I flatter you far too much,
See yourself through my eyes, its too less.

I cannot express the bond that's shared,
All I know is that with your presence near,
It feels nothing further than the feel of home,
It feels as if my soul was rewarded redemption.

I cannot know how you see me,
Yes, you've told me several times,
You do not see me as I see you,
But again I just do not know why.

I just refuse to believe that,
Its not out of my free will,
I don't think I'll ever know,
But I just can't believe that.

I bear nothing but the sincerest,
The sincerest of all intentions,
The future will always be unseen,
I know not what awaits beyond.

But, still. Let me clarify for you,
All that I will ever want for you,
Is just to make you smile, always,
So you may say I made you happy.

I can't explain why I have this in me,
Perhaps another form of selfishness,
That makes me chase after the title,
Of he who made you the happiest.

Lullaby

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
Satan's gonna sing you a lullaby,
Fear not as angels fall from the sky,
Fear not as all these humans die.

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
Satan's gonna sing you a lullaby,
Fear not as all these demons rise,
Fear not as darkness fills the skies.

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
Satan's gonna sing you a lullaby,
Fear not child, as my legions fight,
Fear not child the extinguished light.

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
Satan's gonna sing you a lullaby,
Fear not when in my death's echo,
Your family's gone, you must follow.

Now hush little baby don't you cry,
Satan's gonna sing you a lullaby,
It will be over in the flash of an eye,
I guess it was probably too early to die.

Rule In Hell

My last breath had been drawn,
My heart's drums silently fade,
The thread which held my life,
Found itself cut an age ago.

As my life was dwindling,
Free falling into the river,
The River Styx of Hades,
Cleansing the dead souls.

As I fell lightly through the realms,
My naked soul glided into Hades,
Before I touched the torrid river,
I heard a whisper echo in my ear.

A cold, dominating voice did ask,
A question to me that did question,
Everything that was taught to me,
In my mortal life before my demise.

The voice did say "Now you must choose,
Would you rather serve in the realms of heaven,
Or rule in the dark realms of Hades' Hell?"
The voice waited patiently for my answer.

Those I walked with on the Earth,
Held firm the path of righteousness,
The path carved by Olympian lords,
The path which promised true peace.

The voice still waited for my answer,
I thought long, of the life I had lived,
A life devoted to servitude of the gods,
A life devoted to the righteous path.

As my bodyless soul drifts above,
The waters of the mystic River Styx,
I knew the answer my elders would,
Expect from one who walked with them.

Serve in heaven, serve the divine lords,
Linger an eternity as dust under their feet,
After a lifetime of devotion, serve forever?
I thought back the life I lived in their name.

Amidst the dark corners of my memories,
It did dawn upon me, a fact that had been proven,
The prayers I bellowed with my brothers,
Failed our dying sisters, failed the one I love.

Serve in heaven? Serve the lords?
The lords who fed upon our fears,
The lords who see us as their cattle,
They call themselves our shepherd.

No more! Nay! I refuse to sacrifice,
My soul's eternal life in their name,
Fuel their arrogance more than is?
Never! They have enough fools to rule.

I bid the voice that called upon me,
The voice that has stayed my path,
To hear the answer I have chosen,
To hear the path I wish to walk.

"Hear me now, you did ask me to choose,
And I know now which choice to make,
Why must I sentence my eternal soul,
To the shackles of the Olympian Gods?"

"Millions before me may have served,
Millions after me shall choose to serve,
But my soul which has entered Hades,
Wishes to rule in hell, for my eternal life."

The Voice did not speak but it did respond,
My fall which had been halted now resumed,
I fell to the very bottom of the River Styx,
I felt all the emotions of mortality burn.

As the River pulled me through the currents,
I felt all the fear, all the pain, purged away,
I felt my attachment to the realm of mortals,
Dissolved by Styx  and it felt magnificent.

As the River threw me to the banks of Hell,
My soul was cold, but I felt no weakness,
As I found my feet I gazed at the horizon,
I gazed at the Black Sun of the Hellish world.

The Black Sun burned ever so bright,
It dispersed all of the cold from me,
Replaced it with an erupting Rage,
Rage came not alone, it brought allies.

As I was enveloped in the suns mystical rays,
The Rage which boiled my blood also gave me power,
Power in the form of will and determination.
Power which could not be destroyed or surpassed.

As I stand on the banks of Hell,
Fuelled with the power to rule,
Fuelled by the mystic Black Sun,
I know I made the right choice.

Worlds Below

Perhaps I should give my thanks,
To the ones who rule the world,
Not the world we see, but the world,
That lies below, the world of hell.

I called on them, not once nor twice,
Not thrice, but on countless occasions,
It wasn't always this way in the past,
I was a proud devout son of Olympus.

I chanted deep prayers for them,
Long after their ears went deaf,
I'd show them my shocking loyalty,
Long after their eyes turned blind.

In the coldest night of the long winter,
I called upon with what little strength,
The cruel cold had been unable to take,
Again as they always had, they ignored.

I was certain that the end was nigh,
I was certain the insignificant flame,
Which represented my broken life,
Was on the verge of being extinguished.

As my sight was fading,
As my body turned light,
As my spirit was crying,
As my heart was slowing.

I heard an Angel call my name,
But the angel was an unfamiliar,
She wasn't the Angel of Olympus,
She was the Angel of Worlds Below.

Much had been spoken of their power,
Unending might at their grasp eternal,
For anyone who would ever call them,
But all knew, their price was too steep.

The Angel called, I listened to her words,
She promised me, swore upon the blood,
The blood, the only thing sacred down below,
The blood, the only currency Worlds Below.

I thought long and hard, I thought,
Of what price the world below,
Would seek from a son of Olympus?
My soul and mind were devoted.

The Angel spoke again, I listened again,
She spoke of the gift humanity holds,
The wondrous gift of our own free will,
The ability to forsake everything and be free.

I thought again, long and hard,
My life was over, my spirit dead,
My heart pounding its last drums,
My mind was lost to the oblivion.

All my thinking yielded an answer,
I am not the one who is forsaking,
The gods turned their care from me,
Despite my unparalleled devotion.

I took the Angel's hand and asked her,
"Tell me now, all that I must see done,
To command the power of your lords,
To save my own flesh from turning to ash"

The Angel smiled and touched my heart,
Her hand slipped through my cold chest,
Into the tomb in which my cold heart rested,
She touched it and I felt it beat wildly again.

With every beat of my resurrected heart,
My spirit was revived but something was new,
Something was surely different, I felt it again,
As my feet found their strength I felt the power.

The power of the Lords of Worlds Below,
Thrust into my very being, fuelled by it,
At first fear gripped me, but that was gone,
I knew the power of Worlds Below was dark.

But what do these commoners know of life?
They're minds so narrow, so meek, so ordinary,
How could they possibly understand a higher mind?
How could they possibly understand such power?