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Introduction Burning pages Blood-red sky Rage of angels Days gone by The Chosen one, with eyes of searing flames Is opening the book of Living Names.... I The turning pages tell of lives gone by, Furled by the one whose eyes are blinding flames; Hot ashes flutter to the blood-red sky, Like burning souls of undeserving names. Where justice fails in life, death compensates: Rare Mercy brings the angel who redeems, While cruelty brings down avenging fates, Even if conscience sleeps throughout our dreams. The one with eyes of flame sees everything, His Book of Living Names is always fair; Yet every page frail as a fledgeling's wing - Tread carefully if your name is not there. There are but two volumes: one leads to light, The other leads to Hell, without respite. II He sat in shadows, working through the night; A scribe writing in words of ****** red, While brass lanterns imparted sickly light, As nightmare voices raged inside his head. And all the names of those forever doomed, Of future deaths and those of ancient past, Were on the page, committed and entombed In holy blood, scarlet and colour-fast. All those whom God shall cast into the flames, Unworthy of Heaven's forgiving grace Are ever here, in this Book of Dead Names - Named, numbered souls, each one bereft of face. Thus, all enjoying notoriety Shall be vanquished in anonymity. III Place copper coins over these weary eyes, Gather my gold around me in the tomb, Pray overlook transgression, all my lies, Cradle me unto death, as from the womb. Bury my silver at my lifeless feet, Burn sandalwood, utter my name in prayer, Drench me with nard and hyssop, bittersweet, Remember me with lilies in my hair. Pray write me in the Book of Living Names, God turn thy face from my iniquity; Spare me the flail, the pit of raging flames, But let the quiet waters carry me. Float me upon the Styx when I am gone; Erase me from the Necronomicon. NOTES: This was inspired by some of the startling imagery in The Book of Revelation from the Bible.
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Sep 2, 2009
Sep 2, 2009 at 11:47 AM UTC
The Book of Dead Names (sonnet trilogy)
Introduction Burning pages Blood-red sky Rage of angels Days gone by The Chosen one, with eyes of searing flames Is opening the book of Living Names.... I The turning pages tell of lives gone by, Furled by the one whose eyes are blinding flames; Hot ashes flutter to the blood-red sky, Like burning souls of undeserving names. Where justice fails in life, death compensates: Rare Mercy brings the angel who redeems, While cruelty brings down avenging fates, Even if conscience sleeps throughout our dreams. The one with eyes of flame sees everything, His Book of Living Names is always fair; Yet every page frail as a fledgeling's wing - Tread carefully if your name is not there. There are but two volumes: one leads to light, The other leads to Hell, without respite. II He sat in shadows, working through the night; A scribe writing in words of ****** red, While brass lanterns imparted sickly light, As nightmare voices raged inside his head. And all the names of those forever doomed, Of future deaths and those of ancient past, Were on the page, committed and entombed In holy blood, scarlet and colour-fast. All those whom God shall cast into the flames, Unworthy of Heaven's forgiving grace Are ever here, in this Book of Dead Names - Named, numbered souls, each one bereft of face. Thus, all enjoying notoriety Shall be vanquished in anonymity. III Place copper coins over these weary eyes, Gather my gold around me in the tomb, Pray overlook transgression, all my lies, Cradle me unto death, as from the womb. Bury my silver at my lifeless feet, Burn sandalwood, utter my name in prayer, Drench me with nard and hyssop, bittersweet, Remember me with lilies in my hair. Pray write me in the Book of Living Names, God turn thy face from my iniquity; Spare me the flail, the pit of raging flames, But let the quiet waters carry me. Float me upon the Styx when I am gone; Erase me from the Necronomicon. NOTES: This was inspired by some of the startling imagery in The Book of Revelation from the Bible.
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Sep 2, 2009
Sep 2, 2009 at 11:47 AM UTC
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