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Those who die in vengeance,
Rest in a grave full of sins.
As when the rain falls down,
They behold the storm deep within.


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He made his way through that storm,
This man that was born in the dark.
His eyes reflected the rage he owed,
To his maker, with death in his heart.

Walking upon a cursed night,
He was bless'd in all of his rage.
Arms reaching out for the blade,
As he whispered-
the war he was about to wage.



" come out, come out-
wherever thou are."

" thou shall not hide,
for I smell you're not that far. "



His words burned through the air,
And in a moment-
The fire in his heart was everywhere.
And now his glory was inching near.

Through the silenced awakening,
In the morbid beginning-
One could hear.
The end was near.



" come out of your grave,
every corpse that was ever born. "

" we'll feast like brothers and sisters,
after consuming his heart and throne. "

" nothing to fear now, hear-
we'll avenge ourselves at his home. "

" bring down the sky tonight,
in his ashes all will be re-born. "




The ground began to break-
Beneath his feet.
And the sky was full of fear,
As His tears began to bleed.

And from the deepest pit,
A crowd emerged to feed.
At last, there will be blood,
And all will be freed.



" come ye' all,
let's fight this-
curs'd being together. "

" bring down the walls,
so they'll lie in ruins forever. "


The mob of hatred and vengeance,
Made their way through the wall.
Into the castle of the mighty king,
Tonight, his kingdom would fall.

Consumed in their despair and creed,
Tonight, they'll consume one and all.
As they made their way through,
The man found himself in the hall.

In the farthest corner,
He saw the empty throne.
Screams were igniting the blood-shed,
But for now, he was but alone.


" where thou at,
oh the lord of all. "

" 'tis your end'th hour,
soon thee would fall. "


He Waited for a voice to beg,
But there wasn't a single sound.
His grin was furious, eyes red,
But there wasn't a soul around.



" come, show your face,
so I can plunge this blade in ye' heart. "

" I swear thy name,
this moment is your last. "



He heard a whispers birth,
From the depth of the distant dark.
An old being, older than anything,
Came before his eyes at last.

The face was scarred and cold,
His eyes reflected the wisdom's age.
In his presence, one heard a melody,
That no being could ever make.

He walked ever so slow,
His hands clutching his crown.
Brighter than the sun-shine,
But there was only darkness all around.


The man closed his eyes,
And his vengeance began to wither.
The king lifted his head,
He whispered.



" O' my son,
I rule your every breath. "

" you hold a gun,
yet I don't command your head. "

" I am thou sun,
awaking you from thy bed. "

" but thou sleep not,
and I leave you be-
in the tears you shed. "


" and then thou blame thee,
for the dreams you loose. "


" I am not your hands,
that tie the noose. "


" thou be my love,
but thy love never conquered-
tears I bled. "

" if 'tis what you seek,
I pray you dead. "



And with those words,
The man was ripped-
In a thousand Pieces apart.
At the ashn'd floor,
There was no trace of his heart.

A river of blood flowed through-
The castle gates.
As it hath flowed,
From the time thee was made.

The ashes made love in the air,
Like a sombre winters dream.
And screeching through the silence,
One could hear a thousand screams.

The king laid the crown on the throne,
He was everything ever made,
But never more alone.


The rain befell the land below,
As them tears left his eyes.
There was no one but he-
In the lonely kingdom in the sky.
Notes (optional)
 Nov 2014 Stephanie Hutson
ryn
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there you are...sitting right across •
and here i am...fidgeting in my seat
•searching for words...but seeming-
ly at a loss•only the eloquence of
my racing, thumping heartbeat•
trading only in silent words and
coy gazes•mingling within the
tendrils of  wafting steam•
divine  moment  as the
heart rapidly races•

over our hot cuppas, soaring into caffeine
fueled dreams•
Inspired by a topic in a chat earlier today.
 Nov 2014 Stephanie Hutson
rachel
Your soul
has found its home
it is not trapped
in your shell of a body
like so many others

I can tell
because when I look deep into
your eyes
they aren't so dead as mine,
I don't see my reflection
staring back at me

I see
a world of wonders,
bright, vivid, dreamesque

I hope one day you let me visit
where ever it is
that your soul has gone.
Pain......Pain.......Pain......
Death's Gentle Touch.                

Pain.....Pain.....Pain.....              
A measure of a souls worth.
                                      
Pain....Pain....Pai­n....      
A simple reminder, of what we are.
                    
Pain...Pain...Pain...        
Fragile, weak, selfish.
                  
Pain..Pain..Pain..
We learn from it.

Pain.Pain.Pain.
But what is it we truly gain?
It hurts to know..
In my times of need you were never there,

It hurts to know..
You treated me as trash,
Used and then threw me away,

It hurts to know...
I once existed in your life,
But then you took me as one who never did,

It hurts to know...
I thought you were real,
But instead you were a fake,

It hurts to know...
That I'm still clinging onto you,
Instead of letting go,

It hurts to know..
That I gave you love
But you gave back hate
I have known you,
Ever since that story,
But you don’t know me,
To you,
I’m invisible,

I watch out over you,
Every passing moment,
Making sure you're okay,
But you don’t see me,

I call out on you,
For you to listen,
To give you some words of care,
But you can’t hear me,

Whenever you need it,
Whenever you’re down,
I make you smile to kick that frown,
But you don’t feel me,

I've stared at you so many times,
Just watching you be happy,
While I’m crying here sadly,

But you're not aware,
Of me and of my pain,
Of my agony and discomfort,

And behind this pain,
Is a layer of suffer,
Of hurt and tenderness,

But,
Again,
You don't realize anything,

Cuz after all,
To you,
I’m just the weak heart..
“Is it really living if someone else is pulling the strings”?
Karl Franssen
It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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