Iain-cooper
At 20 years old, I'm still lost- trying to find what to do with my life. My love for music, poetry and nature are stronger than the mighty Thor himself (the mythological Thor... not Marvel's poor excuse of a character). I draw influence from my favorite heavy metal musicians, Norse and Scandinavian folklore- such as the Kalevala- and the earth around me. I'm not a social person, but I never turn someone away, I always listen, there's always something to learn from someone.
Tell me, do you hear him whisper?
Do you hear his footsteps stalk you?
He's much more than what you consider,
Unseen and unheard by others, he's just a fly
Young one, do you feel his breath on your neck?
Do you feel his presence following your life?
To others, he may be less than a moth- a speck
But I know you feel the weight of a hundred corpses
My boy, do you smell his stench of rotting flesh?
Do you smell the trail of this buried body of his?
A rancid scent, any other corpse smells so fresh
I'll bet you're wondering how to get rid of him...
My son, do you see his decayed, unsightly face?
Do you see that grin through the ebony clouds?
He will never leave, he will hold on with a lace
I'm sorry, but the demon is here to stay, good luck...
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
Those dreams of tomorrow are gone
The future was but a mistaken shadow
The fire burns ashes into this oken wall
It is now a trip, for me, through this black forest
Blacker, blacker, black the forest becomes
Lost, I am, in these living forests of ebony
Blackened trunks wall the muddy trails
A hall I journey into, nowhere to turn
I make my way down this endless tunnel
The living trees close the path behind me
Darker, darker, dark the tunnel goes
The further I venture, the less I may see
The trees reach their limbs to halt my path
The trees curl their roots to trip my step
When will this end? Is freedom an option for me?
Or do I lay down and die like the bodies before me?
Harder, harder, hard it is to trek these woods
Only black before me and only black behind
Here I sit, in this blackened hall of trees
Here, I'm alone, in this toil of misery
Here, I drink alone. Drown my sorrow
Here I cry, unheard by friendly ears
Here I scream, unknown by any man
Here I sit, in the Forests Of Ebony...
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Sleep well, my little child
For the winds will sing you to sleep
And the rain will frost your lips
Sleep well, my little child
Let the dirt warm your cold face
And the dark take your breath
Sleep well, my little child
Don't rise from your deep place
And know who I really am...
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Across lands of verdure and light, water and men,
Walked a young Lowyatar, and fear she induced,
Turned clouded and opaque, the arid sky,
As she blindly and slowly walked on and on and on- by and by,
Blackened promontories rose in seas around,
To the north, the west, the east and the south,
What her dry fingers touched deprived of life itself.
Blind daughter of death; blind daughter of Tuoni,
Sister in blood of Lemminkäinen's killer, sister of Tuoen Poika.
Unloved and untouched, Lowyatar weeped and searched,
Abandoned by her death-bringing family.
From cracked and dried and distraught lips she cried,
"Ukko, O Ukko, save me from myself, I beg of thee,
With what's left of my life, my passion, my love
I know only pain I know only death, I see nothing.
O Ukko, I wander hither and thither, northward and westward
O Ukko, I wander thither and hither, southward and eastward
Searching for acceptance and vivid color and life.
O Ukko, save me from myself and my name!"
Lonely is the young girl, priestess of plague, goddess of famine,
Alone for life, her eyes blurred with salt and water,
A twitch in a corner of her mouth, another twitch.
Love thyself, and thyself can achieve greatness,
Greatness through experience, through knowledge prior.
Yellowed and ground teeth emerge behind cracked lips,
Lowyatar, goddess of plague, whispers to Ukko,
"Ukko O Ukko, I have motive and purpose,"
An old oak tree withered and turned grey at her fingertips,
Towns, once merry and full of love, died as she passed them by.
Wars waged on, fighting for what's left of love and light,
Death of brothers and fathers, feeding the mighty Tursas,
Born again from the scent of blood on the dry ground,
Who rose from the dying sea to feed upon the victims war.
Across lands bereft of verdure, dead and broken,
Men and women and children sobbed in Lowyatar's wake,
Men and women and children bowed in Lowyatar's presence.
Lowyatar stood triumphant over dying lands,
Once a sobbing child, now queen of the earth,
Pale face hidden by black and matted hair,
She opened her eyes to see the world for the first time,
Across her face twitched a smile, then with a laugh she says:
"So created. So destroyed. Behold, god I am!"
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
The cold snow up to my aching knees
I look down to where we once stood
Memories just washing away in the rivers
It's tonight, I'll walk among the silent trees
Bleeding and quiet against the cold wood
Forgiveness in the countless tries and failures
Autumn has once again fallen behind us
The cold winters I face so lonesome
Lands bereft of verdure vivid, content life
I've bled and lost what was love and lust
Cold, dead roots rise from the gray stone
All I loved was lost in battles and strife
The crows fly from their snowy branches
Listen to them fly, singing in caw
It's like they speak and yell down to me
Mock my distance to the town's ranches
Shout at the wolves ****** gaping maw
Nature's beast, please let me be free
But I sit by this stream of water running
Letting nature run around my body
Becoming ethereal and observant
I can feel the long silences coming
The silence grants me glorious disembody
Laying down by the river, among the plants
I remember the warm summer days
Where I sat with you right here
We listened to the calm of the wood
Watched the sunset in a gaze
We whispered words for the year
This is right where we once stood
Everything moves in such silence
Bleeding yet so warm, relaxing
Nature gives me total solitude
Escape from the world's violence
All the city's men warring, attacking
Away from the women so rude
Deepest breaths come in such altitude
The crushing and stretching of my heart
Trying to calm from red, crying eyes
Keeping from an erupting attitude
The woods are playing the best part
I'm trying to forget all of life's lying
It would take days to find my corpse
Out in this forest of complex lonesome
I bleed from my wrists and my legs
Far away from the city and it's ports
Lay here and forget life so loathsome
Die where we once stood and I begged
This spot right here, it's where we once stood...
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC