Flameborn

Within a continent of frozen ice,
Within the layers of scarred skin,
Nothing but anger, it shall suffice,
A monster of rage awoke within.

In my youth the monster was evil,
Elders taught us to force it away,
Words forced upon by the bible,
But today I seek to make it stay.

They say fire is your only ally,
Seek the flame, fuel your power,
I cannot take another priest's lie,
My love for the light has gone sour.

A long path that follows me behind,
Taught me the power of the dark,
For when the darkness takes a mind,
You no longer need a saviour's spark.

For in the dark absent the light,
Is when the flame of rage burns,
Burn me whole I shall not fight,
Keep the ashes in your black urns.

Purge me of the light's ailments,
Give me your incendiary power,
build within a burning monument,
Which shall see me fuelled forever.

Confessions of the Possessed

The world persists with its rotations,

The people continue their motions,

My soul lies weak in the darkness,

My past stretched upon torn canvas.

I celebrated the day I found freedom,

From the mask which kept me a victim,

The mask I tore off my now naked face,

An act instigated by your mystic grace.

The clocks have now turned an age ahead,

My unmasked insanity continued to spread,

I tore away my mask under your magic spell,

A maskless monstrosity, my mind gone to hell.

The clocks have now turned further still,

My maskless breath holds a deathly chill,

The breath which you breathed within me,

From your wicked spell I shall break free.

It may take me longer than a generation,

I shall find the mask to share my burden,

One to seal my face behind its facade,

One that can hide the face you scarred.

I shall find the fabled mask that can hide,

And you shall find my truth forever denied,

Hidden in the darkness while the earth spins,

Is where the struggle for my freedom begins.

An Ancient Tale

Our nature sings an ancient tale,
Which blends a fright with beauty,
Which blends the fear with power,
Which blends the loss with relief.

Long before the days of memory,
Long before the days of humanity,
The Gods of Olympus roamed Earth,
The Titan War had left them weak.

The Olympians needed to be fed power,
Power fed through a Mortal's prayer,
For even the Gods wished not to die,
They tasked themselves with creation.

Creating the Mortals for this Earth,
So they may hold it as their abode,
And hold for eternity the gratitude,
In the form of prayer for the Gods.

Before Humanity stepped onto Blue Earth,
The ancient tale tells us of the creation,
Before Man and Woman walked on the grass,
They were but joined together as a whole.

The ancient tale tells us that we are split,
The tale speaks of humans having four hands,
It tells us of four feet and also two heads,
Joined at the center as two perfect halves.

But the Gods saw this, they saw Humanity's bliss,
They needed the Humans to pray to the Olympians,
But living in the state of bliss Humanity would,
The thought for praying to the Gods would be lost.

The Gods fearful of losing their Immortality,
Split the whole Human, creating Man and Woman,
Two perfect halves, torn apart for an eternity,
The action which changed the abode to a prison.

Condemning Humanity to a mad endless search,
For their other lost half in this endless world,
And when hope dwindles in the heart of humans,
They turned to prayer to the gods to give back.

To give back the half the gods removed,
Their prayers were not always answered,
Some would lose their minds in search,
the Gods didn't care, the Humans prayed.

This Was Home

I tread on a familiar journey,
To the world I adore the most,
To the people I love the most,
To the one I love above all.

The path was calm as it always was,
There were beautiful lush meadows,
A very familiar sight within my home,
The sun was shining bright as it does.

Before I knew it I was there,
Standing on the land of home,
But there was no home found,
There was no one here but me.

I looked around me quite confused,
I know I stand where my home is,
But the elements were gone away,
The one I love nowhere to be found.

I wondered, what happened here?
The world I built no longer exists?
What darkness could cause this?
What evil would seek home's theft?

I rested beneath the tree we planted,
Where we rested and lost ourselves,
Deep in your eyes was a world I love,
A world which has been taken away.

The coveted answer to my question,
Was not answered in the voice I love,
But was answered in a voice of anger,
A voice born under years of denial.

"You wonder what happened here?
I am part of the world that took it,
Your home plagued by the darkness,
A darkness born forever in my world."

"Your world existed beyond reality,
your world was built by your dreams,
I, as reality's messenger have taken it,
By bringing reality to your dreamworld."

Going Home

Always serves a solution,
To end a troublesome day,
To head on towards home,
Towards the peace of home.

Takes more than one falter,
To curse a day as mine are,
It takes the wrath of demons,
To stretch the day for years.

The long lost promise of an angel,
Had been broken an eternity ago,
The purest wish for peace in life,
Was lost by insanity stricken gods.

But matters not anymore,
My patience has been lost,
I must go back to my home,
I will find peace at home.

I built my home with my own hands,
Brick for brick, every bit of it I made,
Its walls hold within a kept promise,
A promise for peace and happiness.

The demons cannot touch me there,
Its far away from their cursed reach,
The gods cannot see my world here,
They have no way to infect my home.

The day is done, I am going home,
Resting my head and drifted away,
To the world built by my own mind,
My home which couldn't be infected.

Home still holds the promise it made,
Home has always been so beautiful,
Home to an angel as pure as you are,
Home has always been pure perfection.

Home may be lost in the morning,
But I'll return here in the nights,
When I blissfully dream of home,
The place my angel does love me.