There you are standing there

adorned in black silk with them **** legs

I want to gently bite all the way up

till I get to you warn wet crouch


I want to bang you hard and soft

until you get your rocks off

then as you did come

on your feet I would spray some


Just open wide

and put my manhood inside

ride me like the wind

as I spurt my seed within


I want your legs behind my ears

as I **** on your generous ****

making love to you in any way you want

as your mind does fall to bits



Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Nearly a thousand years

I did protect the holy lands

I did cut and slice

and my brothers fell



In the name of god I did this

none of my brothers did retreat

death before dishonour

for we never retreat



Died many times

but still fight on my feet

only she of many names know mine

for I am her war angel



And again I will die

die on the battlefield

my last cry will be war

my kingdom will not fall



We were rewarded

the pope go us burned on a cross

to our money and loyalty

yet we still survive and spit in their cold eyes



We hate the evil of the ****

and we still vow to defeat all

most of our brothers died

but some of us did survived



I keep my sword and shield close

ready immer bereit

my order my vow

and we fight hard I can show you how





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When called to arms we are unstoppable

for never do we retreat

to glory or death

none of us turn from our enemies


We stand proud a thousand strong

swords and shields in our steady hands

we fear nothing

we fight with total faith


Our glory is history

our deeds legendry

our battles ******

our order is still strong


Soon to the stars

fighting like the god of mars

never to surrender

never to yield


We are warriors of a higher level

we make cities crumble

regaining back lands

lost by the weak



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Fifty five I do die
committing suicide on my birthday
oh how I love poetry
and how I will die for her

My death will be ******
yet I will not tell you how
for this poet is devoted
oh boy holy silver cow

By that time I will be a master
and not meaning a master baiter
for this is my art
from the very start

Worry not I always come back
if a young child again I be
I will tug at your sleeves
and you will know it is me

Sweet symmetry is me
with my perfect death
for I am that kind
and I follow my hero's

Always the last to die
for all wars I have survived
but I planned this my dear friends
in my hand I take my sweet good life

For my love of poetry is great
and I will not negate
that she did save me
and for her I do die

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Flare up, burn for me

get on top and **** me

paint pictures in my blood

make me yours forevermore



Shine in the light

bathe in her wisdom

know I am the last of my kind

and when I die all will be blind



Flare up and take me

for I will be your black kitten

never would hurt you

for my vow is to protect you



Only those that have the glory meet me

for I am that one, the last of my kind

king of galaxies lord of darkness

flare up my nova and consume me



For mighty I am

a god on this sullen Earth

I was here before many times

and before humanities birth





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I did dream of you before first light of day
that together we laid
arm in arm holding each other close
spent from our love making

We watched from under covers
watched the sun call morning
and upon the table by the window
red roses did appear

Making love to you
is all I ever want to do
to be your love forever
on pillows of feathers

Hoping this dream comes to fruition
wanting you as my sweet commission
for the beauty I see in you is unique
you would make my life complete  

Summer rains do fall
as I think of you
then suddenly I wake
knowing my soul you do take


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The creature I am
sharing this broken man
I keep him strong
for he has not too much long

We have made the design to commit suicide  
and how beautiful will be his death
all in the name of poetry
for we are devoted to her beauty

Just two more solar years
and we will disappear
going back home
to the realms of death

In the cold light of day
you will hear people say
yes I knew of him
and of his strife and art


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris