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Iain Cooper May 2016
Him
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...
Some of my work is really transparent like this one, but sometimes I need to write down how I see my emotions.
Iain Cooper May 2016
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...
This is how I would describe my social anxiety. I end up alone, trapped within my own mind.
Iain Cooper May 2016
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...
Something I wrote for a friend. It ended up being really funny to me.
Iain Cooper May 2016
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!"
A little lesson in power. Everyone is powerful if they put their mind to it. The characters and the style are from The Kalevala.
Iain Cooper May 2016
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...
My favorite of what I've written. It's close to home and it was hard for me to write.

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