Healed

I would never call my path,
The path of righteousness,
It never ever was a path,
Carved by love for gods.

The path I walked behind me,
Truly was an accursed path,
Flooded with pain and evil,
Filled with darkness and fear.

A distant decade ago I fell first,
Felled by the strongest of magic,
It struck deep in my frail soul,
And shook the very foundations.

The witch drained my spirit,
Of everything that held beauty,
And replaced it with pure hatred,
For everything in the surrounding.

But today, I find that hatred dispersed,
A mere thought of that disguised witch,
Would cause my feet to lose their strength,
But today, I remember not even her face.

How could I not call it a miracle?
That vile spirit tore my soul apart,
And now I find it rejuvenated afull,
And that hatred replaced with love.

Five cold winters have passed,
Since my path found upon it,
Another devious spirit of hell,
This was perhaps the strongest.

No mortal spread across history,
Could ever hope to resist this one,
Even the gods would fear such evil,
Evil that would possess the heart.

The heart would feel wonderful in the start,
Happiness that could never be dreamt of,
Perhaps that's how this villain gains power,
Tricking the heart with untrue happiness.

Once I was euphoric with the joy,
It had infected my heart complete,
I had little hope to survive the fall,
Once the monster ripped it away.

The fall was hard and sharp,
My heart was hurled to land,
What else could a heart do?
Other than crash and crumble.

But today I find my heart repaired,
Cracked? Yes, but free of the dark,
Free of the hold the devil had on me,
Free to hear why you'd wish to save it.

Two summers have crawled by,
Since the darkness sent another,
To attack my already damaged path,
Another demon to corrupt the mind.

My mind believed it was ready for this,
Never had it been so severely mistaken,
This form of darkness held new powers,
The power of fear and the power of doubt.

As she used fear to inflict paralysis,
I was helpless as she spread the cloud,
That dark cloud of doubt spread deep,
Into the furthest corners of my mind.

My mind corrupted by doubt and fear,
Lost all the might it once held closely,
And my judgement, fatally impaired,
Every second brutally tested my sanity.

But today I find sunrays break the cloud,
The fear which had once held me stiff,
Shook off me like a dusty old blanket,
The fear was defeated by your grace.

The doubt which corrupted my mind,
Has evaporated into the distant past,
The doubt was defeated by your words,
The doubt lost to your brilliant presence.

Today, I find myself, healed,
From the three great evils,
Which had possessed me,
My heart, spirit and mind.

But forgive me, you angelic lass,
I must ask what you plan to do,
Now that I find myself healed,
Since I found you on my path

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.