The pagan crowd, the fallen heart
Like thirsty beasts rose from the dirt
Their eyes ******, their teeth hungry
Like thirty blades, cursing Mercy

They squeaked and called, they screamed and growled
They tossed and turned, they laughed and mauled
A thin body to them is brought
Among this hell, to calm their drought.



Naked angel, oh flawless flow
Your blood descends and they will throw
Naked angel, oh flawless dream
Their claws at you, lost in the stream

Piercing your veins, soiling their skins.
Filling the night with their mad screens
Piercing your soul, feeding their might.
Filling the night with fallen lights...








You vouched ******, you violated
You so perfect, and yet tainted
Avenge yourself on this altar
Where you were ***** and thus so far

From this nightmare, free your spirit
Do not sell your last heartbeat
Open your eyes, o creature
The sun has ended your torture

Join them, join them, in their kingdom
They were banished, denied Wisdom
Kiss them, kiss them, darkened beauty
Glorious Queen, sweet felony!

April, 11, 2013

No guts to ***** a meager mea culpa ?

Were you begging me to spare you, man
Trudging on the floor raising your shabby swords
I would still silence you saying, ''Any last words?''
Separating your soul from this soil, despising your wan...

Your blood would flow, your pain would glow
Appearing obvious under my enameled blades
However, I would remain in the reassuring shades
Watching your pride wiggle and wail, hearing you swallow

The shame that would strike you at your utmost.
As soon as you cursed me, I hated you the most
Do not rely on your ideal, this is your ordeal
Your dreaded nightmare, except that it is now real!

Were you begging me to forgive your mistake
I would only whisper that you are now at stake
You did choose to solve this case in your lull
Tell me, were you tortured and was this as dull

As this devouring pain cursing through your body?
Years went by and you ignored my fading name
Uttering in your sleep that I was surely the one to blame
Feel it, tremble under it, this is your deserved agony

You thought it was a sporadic game, dices to roll
You have played with numbers, and you stabbed our love
Livid will turn your face, because soon funeral knells will toll
The poisonous clove will soon sprout, I have an iron hand in my velvet glove

And you will finally fall from your God ****** grace
The yellowish waxy rotten tone of your face will melt
Under the fires of justice that have become scarce
Watch my hand you fed undo the blades from my belt

Any last words, coward, before my rage hits your rib-cage, loafer?
Anything to say, threatened by the horrific scythe, loser
You poor excuse for a man, let alone for a fallacious father
You used to lift me up to the glories of the skies and call me 'my daughter'...

Were you begging me to spare you, begetter
I would turn my heart away from you, rather
This sturdy bone structure of yours handed over to the reaper.
He whom despises mercy to reason deserves neither



I wish I could pretend believing we never saw it coming
But what is the point of keeping your head high
When nothing remains in you, not even the faintest sigh
You are going to expire and yet, not even your lips are moving.

Were you begging me to love you, as you pant
I would tell you that the clock is adamant,
We both are well aware time has now run out
Anything...? -  you have been ruled out.


December, 27, 2013

Let the mask fall, let this head roll.

I do not have a role in any of your poll
My soul is empty, my sides are lonely
Let the tear speak, and nought lovely

In this pain all is vain
In this plain, all is lain
No glitters, no dancers
No twisters, no lovers.

Let the mask fall, let this  head roll

Inside, beneath, nothing to scroll
My heart is cloudy, my blood is icy
Let the skin speak, and nought happy

In this hand, nothing stays
In this palm, nothing frays
No kisses, no wishes
No lilies, no worries


Let the mask fall, let the dust shine

Do not ever call me divine
I do not have a role in any of your poll
Let the mask fall, let my head roll.



April, 11, 2013

Dwindle, dwindle, devious dwarf

The dew skims the sides of my lawn
A fairy must have had here something sawn
A soft stain of sorrow silently slipped
Out of the pages of Edgar Allan Poe
The wind wields the wild warming woe
As a tiny creature, from the book has flipped
It has oddly ended here. Subdued and suffering
I leaned over, and saw the poor eye-sore
Hardly breathing, as lost and fragile as a spore
I picked it up from the ground as it was stalling
And its evil grin pinned me down to the floor
Devious dwarf, dwindle, dwindle
No one, no no one will ever solve your riddle.

And this is how, strangled to death in the moor
The dwarf dances over my demise
If the tiny man starts to misbehave, be wise
Close the book and open up some Chaucer
You'll be spared from it chuckling, reader.
It laughs, beware human, it dwindles
And the leprechaun claims it likes girls' freckles.

November the 28th, 2013
Based on the word '' dwarf'', given by Adrien Mathieu.

Are my hearts reaching roots and trees?

I feel it quiver deep down inside
A continuous ****** I can't abide.
You whispered you would stay by my side
But you're gone,  you've withdrawn,  like the tide.

And my mind feels that gap, when it cries
Left to the emptiness of the void.
Beware, I may get paranoid
Have you ever believed in your lies?

I feel it giggling getting higher
And it shows you I was tougher
Than this little sweet teen you cuddled
Than this hugged high school girl you hurdled

And my mind rejoices, when you say
That I was nought but a heap of hay.
Whilst you've made sure to keep me at bay
Are you a little more noble than clay?

The more one sees from men you're the lees
The more I will feel free from your fees.
While you are standing up on your glees
Are my laughters  reaching roots and trees…

Father?


July 14, 2013
Onboard a train from Lyon to Montpellier.

My love, my words tonight are weak yet ablaze
My emotions are trapped and lost in a maze
But my heart beats recalling yours, and I am fainting under your grace
This space between your tender arms is by far my favorite place

Do you know how your kisses are fresh and new-born roses?
Touched by the drizzle in a February dawn
Do you know how your voice sounds as though a lyre rises
Do you know how your hair is sparkling to reflect a lovely fawn?

My love, I have sunk my soul in the swell of your sight
And your hands wrapped tightly around my waist is such a delight
That cuddled so close to you, this poetry becomes breathtaking
And my heart releases for you this passionate flow, gushing.

Angel, over the hills and far away I wish you could return to me
Allow me to hearten and heal you with my melody
Oh, on your stars are graved this memory of us, fascinating canopy
My love, each time I am staring at the obsidian sky you are shining endlessly ...



Appoline H-Romanens , last day before June, 2012 , Inspired by and with Matthieu Harreau

Tender was my night.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
My shabby dreams are throttling me like a bight
If only you would have kept your feelings under control
It would have prevented you from treating me like a rag doll.

Thus, your love is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Thus, your name is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
When the sunset is settled, against you I must struggle and fight
If only you would have not pressed your burning lips on mine
It would have prevented me from quivering from my soul to my spine

Thus, your touch is silence.

Oh, you don't know how bitter is the night
Even if inside the soil of your darkness has sprouted my light
If only you would not have taken my feelings for an illusion
It would have prevented you from sinking me into this delusion.

Thus, your kiss is silence.

You said I shall forget your memories.
Pretending you were just some other fancies
For sure, there is plenty of fish in the sea,
However, you were by far my wonderful and beloved lea.

Oh, you will never know how bitter is my night

Thus, the rest is silence.

January, 4 2013.