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Red Bergan Apr 2014
My veins pulse,
with every breathing stride.
As we collide,
Sword to sword.

Midstream you pivot,
Slashing towards my skin.
I flourish.
Blocking the ****.

You try with every effort,
You learned from your father well.
The lord of fire,
Shalt not let you fail.

Windmilling,
You fall to the ground.
Hiding your eyes in that black hair.
You never hide them well.

I kneel down,
Tilting your chin up for you to see.
A smile on my face.
The smile of a proud mother.

"Aiden,
You have done well my son..
Now teach the other five.
And you have won."
A mother and son thing. NO I AM NOT A MOM. To young, will wait for a long time.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Through the shadows.
Souls run around.
Through the fire.
Hell has come.

Beware his might.
His sword of darkness.
Beware the fear,
That envelopes your soul.

My love,
It has come.

My love,
It has begun.

Judgement damns your soul,
Welcome to the Underworld.

Fire, Stone, waves of fear.
Punishment is your reward.
A song i Thought of.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Now stand.
Strike a pose.
Dont forget this one thing,
You are beautiful.

Now aim,
Strain your string.
Your bow will obey.
Ready to spring.

Fire!
End their life.
They tried to destroy you,
In this moment of strife.

Kneel beside their corpse.
Gracefully closing their eyes.
Respect comes first.

"Requiescat en Pace.."

May Requiem have your soul.
At rest.

Requiescat en Pace.
Aeternam rest in peace.
  Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Jack
~

Love - Lost


There was a time
it meant something to feel…
love

The sun shone bright

Counting heart beats
Dreaming of forever
Gazing into the wonder
Longing for each moment shared
together you and I

Then came the storm

Dark clouded misery
Cold windswept weeping
Blindly walking
Puddled desperation filling
vacant places you once stood

Now is the time
it means something to feel…
lost
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Babble, Babble, Babble.
Rant, Rant, Rant.

Some kind of chant.
I tune it out with music.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Blood bursts on the panes,
Packets of salt fall.
Mesmerized is me,
Standing in the middle.

Fist lock in a frenzy,
Glass shatters.
Stone and Storm fight.
To win is not the matter.

Staring blankly,
I search for an escape.
To be freed from these demons.

Vampires of our day.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Dance.
Sing.
Scream.

Dont forget to smile.
No thank you.
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