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Lord of Darkness
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In darkness a soul takes flight.
An unborn angel in an endless night.
Now from a dream of death returned.
So those with evil hearts would know.
The cry of the vengeance of the crow.
By hate destroyed.
By love returned.
So now all the world will know.
The fateful story of the crow.
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Sense of Death
by Lyndsey Hicks
Too many times I watched you with love in my eyes...
Now i watch as the crow takes flight...
You promised me everything would be allright....
Now I promise to bring you death and pain, a soothing retribution...
Let revenge take its course, for resistance is futile and death is
inevitable...
Love is malicious, but so is being alive...
Dead people tell no tales...
We are them....
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The Last Day Of The Dead
By Mario Varela
The idea of the bird like crow turns my heart and lets me cry.
emotions aren't hard to show waiting for the land of the dead, waiting to die.
this is how the world shall end.
love on my side with a crow as a friend
let me love you on this last ride
this is what I promise if you meet me on the other side
you live in my heart and stay as an angel
flying away with me is the only way to go
whistle your love in my bleeding ear
so I won't forget why I shed these tears
whistle your thoughts of the last day
so we would never forget of the last games we played
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A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
Pink Floyd: Learning to Fly
ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Because there's a monster living inside of my head
because there's an angel sleeping inside of my bed
because ther's a warrior hiding inside of my skin
and my soul is empty because of my father's sin
Sometimes it's the night
And the way it seems to cry
And whisper terrifying secrets in your ear
Sometimes it's the day
And the sun has got no mercy
Lighting up and burning everything that's in it's way
If I could see the sky above
and my mind could be set free
as wild white horses reached the shore
I'd stand alone and oversee
And if the bush before me burnes
should I turn my eyes away
and still the voices I can hear
as clear to me as light of day
I believed in my dreams
nothing could change my mind
now I know what they mean
how could I be so blind
Cold sands of time
(winds that blow as cold as ice
sounds that come in the night)
shall hide what is left of me
(Come from paradise)
I've been through times when no one cared
(words that were mine)
I've seen clouds in empty skies
when one kind word meant more to me
(shall last as a memory)
Than all the love in Paradise
I believed in my dreams
nothing could change my mind
till I found what they meant
nothing can save me now.
Night, a condition of time or obscurity,
ignorance, sinfulness and misfortune,
the period of darkness,
between sunset and sunrise,
many fear it but he embraces it,
he is a creature of the night,
who soars high above and takes flight,
but only when there is no light,
for he is a creatures of the night.
Hunger feeds his passionate fire,
which burns in desire,
for something that is denied and forbidden,
for something he cannot obtain,
his hearts aches and longs,
for the love and light,
which has been hidden from his sight,
So he embraces the night
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selber verfaßte 'Gedichte'
A Dream
A flash in the night
so fearsome and bright
wakes you up from a dream
away from the place you have been
a demon so dark
has roamed in your heart
and kindled that fire
of sin and of darker desire
the deam leaves you cold
a sadness so old
but passion still lingers
searching für those who are sinners
the dream left you cold
but he has a hold
the demon of darkness
to hold you in fatal caress
let go of your fear
for he will be near
and no flash will wake you
for his love is endless and true
Wie oft
Wie oft liegt sie wach in der Dunkelheit
träumt dann von Wünschen und Sehnen
die Nacht läßt der Phantasie den Lauf
doch immer wacht sie darauf wieder auf
Wie oft will sie schreien und kämpfen
die Träume erleben, die Wünsche erfüllen
Mittelmaß, daß ist doch der Feind
doch statt zu kämpfen hat sie geweint
Wie oft schweift ihr Blick bei Tage fort
sie will sich verlieren, raus aus dem Trott
will lieber als Flamme hell leuchtend vergehn
als zu verblassen, die Unfähigkeit einzugestehn
Wie oft will sie einfach dem Herze folgen
tun was sie will, ohne andre zu fragen
nur leben und fühlen und geben
und alles zu nehmen, zu leben das Leben
Wie oft liegt sie wach in der Dunkelheit
will einmal nur sich selber verlieren
nicht für sie, noch von ihr Kontrolle erleben
nur einmal den Träumen die Freiheit geben
Wie oft wolln die Dämonen in ihr
im Dunkel der Nacht ihre Seele befrein
nur der Schritt, ihnen die Freiheit zu geben
sie hat nicht den Mut sich selbst zu ergeben
Wie oft hat sie diese kurze Freiheit gespürt
wenn die Dunkelheit ihre Seele erhellt
doch Schmerzen wenn sie am Ende erkennt,
daß das Tageslicht die Seele verbrennt
--> Copyright Maya 2002
FROST
Eyes as blue as winter Frost
albeit burning hot with fury
staring intently cold and firm
The jaw set into ancient stone
no feeling showing through
no smile to warm it up
behold the beauty of the face
equal to a lion about to strike
and as dangerous as well
what is in this face so strange
that makes me draw so close
not heeding danger incarnation
He shows no sign of compassion
no way to read these eyes of frost
but closer still I'm drawn
engulfed by blind desire
to fall into the lingering abyss
to feel those freezing eyes on me
His gaze has slightly brushed my face
the fear has turned me into stone
and into burning expectation
with cunning grace he turns to me
a smile too cold to warm the ice
a smirk of knowledge rising
now fear and anger emtl together
and rush into the throat to spill
ignoring apprehension and annoy
He knows about his cold blue eyes
and what they can and will achive
but neverless will I endure
for the sun cannot deny the darkness
and no devil can persist without an angel
nor could I let go of him
His darkness needs a place to shine
as I will need a place to lighten up
together we could be just one
No easy way will be the road ahead
with darkness all around my light
but worth it any second -> Copyright
Maya 2002
Pain
Pain is a way to remember
that you’re still alive
embrace the pain as proof of your soul
as a guide and a help to your strive
Whenever I fell the pain of a loss
the inside is turned into cold
it still is a proof of a love
I just cannot anymore hold.
The pain of your heart in raw fear
the knowledge of approaching redemption
the doom of the death just around
is like a wake from falser perception
The soul of the moral is strange in its way
as one could really expect it to be
the memory of joy is just fading
the memory of pain stays with me.
The pain can be soft as a feather and light
a sting of a small discontent
a feeling of hurt very small in your heart
not really enough to raising a hand.
But it can also be as hard as a lightning
crushing your soul in its hold
this feeling to fall to your knees
and hate is burning fiercely and cold
They say that pain is sometimes pleasure
as love and hate are closer mates
to hold the balance is the secret
where one will leave the other waits
That love is pain sometimes, we all just know
that pleasure should comprise the pain
some people think of this as ‘must’
as growing corn comprises rain.
So what is it, some see in pain?
I fear it not, as part of being me
but seek it not, it finds me anyway
as long as love is what I see.
--> Copyright Maya 2001
Lord of Darkness
The light of the moon is casting a spotlight
on the darkness that’s veiling his soul
his fire of fury and rage is burning so bright
to curse and destroy is his ultimate goal.
For he is the lord of the shadows, indeed
the one who is hated and loved all the same
he thrives on fear and on pain and on greed
loving and caring is no part in his ultimate game.
Still we wish to be blessed with his curse
as he alone seems to care for us mortals up here
he shows us the way to be free of remorse
rewarding the creatures to follow with fear
Then seeing his eyes, as old as the sin,
I will follow wherever he wants me to be
outrages may be what I do to be with him,
but redemption will not be needed for me.
I sell my soul and loose my heart
just to see him smile with ice-cold eyes
I’ll feed my body to him, part by part
I give him what I am without disguise.
if ever darkness comes to reign
I will stand beside him, hold him close
he will be the master of fear and of pain
I will be his black intoxicating rose.
From me he learns what love can be
that darkness needs not be cold but warm
I will teach him how the heart can see
that fire can just burn but need not harm.
I’ll burn so bright that he will feel the heat
cast shadows on his darkest side
my love for him is fierce and sweet
and his heart will burst from pride.
If evil is the way this man will live
then evil will I be to be just part of him
my heart, my soul and spirit will I give
and if he succumbs to me then I will win
--> Copyright Maya 2001
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Lunas Gedichte:
Intensity
have you ever felt life itself?
have you ever granted a ray of sunlight to reach your heart?
have you ever smelled the rich fragrance of the spring?
have you ever been overwhelmed from the so called little things in life?
not until you allow all this feelings deep inside your existence you start to
live.
dark eyes full of desire are watching me trough a curtain of
mist.
this is the frontier between your world and mine
the imagination of being covered with your dark angel wings makes me shiver
no human has ever felt the love of a fallen angel
it's a love to die for....
eine gute Freundin hat diese 2 Gedicht in einer dunklen Minute geschrieben,
toll, nicht wahr, die freut sich bestimmt auch über Feedback: E-Mail
an Luna!
If ever there lived an angel true,
who walked upon this very earth we do,
her name was her and she was such,
God spouted 'this goodness is too much',
wherever she went like a ray of light,
banished the darkness from many a sight,
her bewitching eyes would put to shame,
the brightest stars in the darkest night,
beneath her bosom beat a heart of gold,
in all eternity one will never behold,
pearls of wisdom will fall short,
in my meager attempt of word and thought,
in ending I do solemnly swear,
that I was one among the lucky few,
who could truly say 'An angel I knew' -> Rahul Sen(1975-?)
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