Never the light of the sun, for it has no passage here
peace lilies sing in static harmonies of all broken dreams
here the lord of all that is dark tends his disciples
touching them with his black painted nails

Poison Ivy surrounds the boarders
protecting this realms of their sweet lord
gardeners of hell's realms take up their duties
making death of maidens there a sweet ****** hobby

Bones are crushed hope is lost in this garden of shadows
no mercy and no retreat do the trees of despair sing
blood their sustenance and horrific prayers
sentinels without souls hold shield and sword in hand

There is no death, no gods here
just the master and his business
children hang from the highest trees
and all do spit blood to sustain the soil

Oh rich is the crimson wine of the dying
like the suffering of a hanged man
where the mandrake thrives
in the shadow of the black oak

Death has dominion in this garden
no fury is as deep or blind
for here no sunlight does shine
and the devil calls to his own here

Suffering is paramount here
shadows of the suffering scream
the blood flows most pro verdant
as the black showers of deaths oil

Sing do the trees of hardships flocks
as the children of eve swing from the trees
and all that thought good but selfish
are truly brought to their knees

There is no mercy in this garden
no sun will ever shine
not in the dark lords garden of shadows
the place of the divine

Slow comes death to the human kind
slow and painful and so desperate
watch the desiccation
of all of the human race


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Halfway between two heavens I have found paradise
she comes in beautiful packaging
her voice is of fine silk and wonderment
her frame delicate and made of pure passion

How crazy we are, in so much love
my two homes of my makeup at equal distance
here I write under blue kind skies
with my sweet love by my side

I want time to stand still
just for a little while
so that our matrimony well be complete
for my sweet love has swept me off my feet

Such passion to behold
no age, no getting old
our love is eternally wonderful
our dreams have come true
we fit in perfect unity
in everything we do


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The girl with her nose bleeding faints

she has been at that so called nose candy

the rush she says is mind blowing

but she doesn't  look like she is glowing


The chap in a dark corner, proceeds to strap up

he grins as there he jacks himself up

this gig is getting rather heavy

their health will be payment, the levee


Some guy took acid an hour go

now he thinks he can fly

he's hanging out of the bathroom window upstairs

people are trying to stop him, but he turns on them with a venomous glare


Just another day in drug town

just another empty high

all are waiting here for something

but they are all too off their faces to know why



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She sleeps upside down

her crucifix nailed to her black wall

it's her resting place

as she binds her feet

she then propels herself

backflips upside onto her cross

there she spits blood before she sleeps

with many souls to treasure and keep


She is one of the loyal to the word

her ranks are many with interchangeable faces

leader of the lords of reason and might

a glory to behold in battle

she shares my rank

has one less black ribbon then me

her wings she repels to the floor

as she hangs from her cross


The rush of dying again and again she dreams

knowing tonight she battles to die once again

if she gets to the nexus the last black ribbon she will gain

death will come before the sun screams morning

she is good at dying

nearly as good as me

in three nights she will rise

and I will hand her, her final black ribbon




By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I did plan a trip the other day

to a country not too far away

if by chance my love is there

I follow my heart without a care


My love will see me as all I can be

we will embrace under the kissing tree

our strength and resolve with heart and mind

will be magical, so very well match and refined


So I go native with wild passion in my eyes

I go native with magical spells that bind and tie

my love will see all of me

as soon I do go native


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He was in a state of time

wonderfully dark and rather profound

he derived a silken cocoon

breaking the barriers of time


Where light fell where divinity died

by the side of the river where the blind reside

where tears of angels did make the streams

that flow into the sea of dissolution and sadness


Where death travels at a steady pace

culling all and sundry of a certain race

he picked up the flowers of their mistakes

for the man that always fell asleep


Dark shadows did comb his hair and grace

last of the sleepers now truly awake

dropping out of the fabric of time

just to whisper past and future glories


He is the man that always falls asleep

with magic and secrets old he keeps

and here in slumber he does write

from the scream of day, till the dead of night



Buy Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The tracker has his mark

he shot her as she yelped and barked

now he hunts her down

there is blood in the snow


The hunter knows his prey is not far away

he knows it will not be long to the timber wolf has gone

she the last of her kind, had cubs last years

but hunters found her hide and demolished them with spears


Now she limps and drags her wounded bleeding leg

how crimson is the blood on the white snow

she howls to the moon as it appears

knowing her death is imminently near


There is no mercy where the hunters heart resides

for he wants her life and her coat of glory, her hide



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris