My thirst for blood insatiable
oh what are those golden strings
there is no escape for those
who've heard the golden one sing

Your time's run out, I'll hunt you down
To calm her desperate rage
Silence will fall, the ticking stop
Your grave is this golden cage

Enlightened, at last, I am
It's time for her to reign
These claws of silver turned to gold
Will, tonight, end your pain

I regret many things
I regret the changing
I was human once

I became a monster
And fought myself
I was demonic
My mind an abyssal delve

I tried to **** myself
Not my body, just my mind
Because it was fractured
Crushed to dust by the grind

I don't remember when
Nor do I remember how
But it got easier one day
And I found place to grow

I had written poems
To cry out my pain
But as it subsided then
My poetry lost it's gain

I've forgotten about you
That is what I now regret
About poetry, and this place
It just vanished from my head

I've returned now
And I'm healed again
I'm happy and content
And life is no longer a strain

So let me write you poems
Let me share my bliss
And embrace all lost souls
With a hug and a kiss

Do never lose your hope
Even when you've strayed far
Know that we are bonfires
That all of us are stars

I regretted not returning
Forgetting about you
But now that I have
That pain fades, too

I'm back now, my beloved friends
Now, now, write I shall!!!
And... just let me say this....
It's good to see you all.

The king and his knight
Took a ride
Where to, they didn't know,
They followed a light
Far off, they trailed,
Into wild
Forbidden woods
Where fairies did hide
They came to a lake
Made of night
Illuminated
By pale moon bright

A lonely soul sat
At a shiny lake
Watched the sun go down
With the moon in its wake

As a cold breeze stirred
The soul froze and shivered
But she did not move
Even though her heart withered

That soul could no longer weep
But it wouldn't have mattered if she did
For her tears would have frozen solid
On her pale, cold cheeks

The last birds chirped
Their farewell to the dying day
Then they fluttered away to their nests
Even them abandoning that soul astray

Suddenly warmth enshrouded the soul
Another soul had laid a jacket around her
And now was sitting down by her side
Without speaking a single word

The lonely soul was speechless
So she, too, decided to remain quiet
But, faltering, at last she leant against that soul
And so they sat, in this beautiful night

Legend goes there is a lake
Made of the darkness of the night
Spangled with stars a comets' wake
Lit by pale silver moonshine.

This lake is said to be surrounded by trees
Rising their black boney fingers to the sky
Groaning, shivering in the breeze
Barely alive and waiting to die

When the full moon casts a ray
Upon the ---

Pluck thy feathers, angel,
To bless the world again.
But alas! Take care of thee
Or all thy effort is in vain!

Pluck them all, angel,
And be angel no more;
For in thy craving to retrieve them
Thou, angel, shalt fall.

Thou shalt turn into Daemon
To ravage these green lands.
Until wood and field consumed
Shalt turn into black sand.

In fight with a feathered one
A featherless shalt always succeed
And rob the angel of his precious feathers
Turning him, too, into adversary of greed.

One day, though, an angel shalt be reborn
To seek redemption for them all.
But as the reborn awakens
The greatest angel shalt fall.

Fear not, sweet angel,
The saviour shalt come.
Be brave and be kind
And the darkness shalt be undone.