"fyre" poems
A Lone Walker nowe Ah!
Intae Theis Murky Naycht
‘Yont Whin-Rock menacin’,
Ewry Wound bygane an’ the Scar
Freish Bluid o’ mine fuelin’,
Lang, lang, IT! the Blacklyn Howr,
Unfathomable, Unearthly,
Verra Guid Fyre wearin’,
Burnan Hye! Gore o’ mine
Awa, awa, IT owre spilled!
Soil o’ Alabaster gravin’,
An’ abön, Great Orrah! a Presence yirr,
Near-hand ay flashin’,
Rumblin’, guid tremblin’,
Lyke a Rhodium-Demon Hyear
Unco! stick-an-stowe towerin’,
An’ a Mirror-Vision ay broo!
O’ Red Gore fuil an’ pruid!
Great Rowth ragin’!
Human nae, nae IT laanger!
Heyne intae Theis Skye-Mirror,
Image o’ mine! nae, nae IT laanger!
Ma Rubye Brooch Micht, och!
Stylle haiwin',
An' wae Veins o’ Deep Lowe imbued,
Ma ain stylle! Glamis’ Orrah! Dearest!
Athwart ma Solitarye Gait
Ays a Storm-Blast fallin’,
An’ wnto me! wnto me noo, IT!
O’er an’ o’er! Carham’s Scyld-Hel Orrah!
Stylle Theis Dangerus! Verra Dangerus, IT!
Highlan’ Thwndir-Rode o’ mine
Intae Theis Guid Kintra whooshin’,
An’ the nae ****** Cauld Landis Micht,
Swaird-Wounded, stylle Ironclad Ah!
Fore’er unco! wi’in Oun Hye Fyre
Thro’ nae croud strollin’,
Ays yf frae Hye Þunor His-sel
The Lone War-Whisper Weel-Gaun!
Wae Thae Verra Woirds o’ Battle-Angyr
Lewdlie! Theis Specular Bluish Fyre o’ mine!
Thus Thwndir-Taukin’:
NUNC IN HOC SIGNO VINCES
QUIA FOCUS TEMPESTATIS MODO EST TIBI
ET VEXILLA FULMINIS PRODEUNT UNIVERSI
IN FERRO CAERULEO SANGUINEQUE
AD TE PICTORUM NOCTE TETRA
ET IN SPECULO RESULTANTE FORMA
THOR GOTHORUM UBI DESCENDET LAETO
AB ULTIMA GLITNIR MAGNO MALLEO
DEUS FLAVUS QUI ALTO FERRO SECURIQUE
TONITRUO INDIGNAM VIAM MALEDIXIT
FULMINIS IGITUR TETRA UMBRA TUA
ALTA FLAMMA CALIGINEA VEXILLAQUE
SUPREMO IGNE OVERMAN ULTOR.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
Och! Airn an' Thwndir!
An' Urquhart's Wae Verra Hel!
Great Warlike Glamis' Firey,
An' Hwmyd Loch Doon's Orrah!
Downe! Downe! tae thad howch owre miserable!
Ye a' swithe hame, hame! wae ma Airn ***
An' weile 'yont yondir Suthron!
Waefu', waefu' heyre Ah! War-Ironclad heyne Ȝell,
Wae burr-thistle’s Gowlin’ Storne Micht!
Frae ma verra, verra! Ah ageyne!
Tae the Cauld Enraged Wynde
Unco! intae Æternall Battle Scorchin'
Towardis Moorlan Chain Mail-Bosom o' mine!
O'er an' o'er IT! increasingly thro' Force returnin',
Wae ma verra Blacklyn Tartan o' War heyne,
An' Silvery Brooch, wi'in yondir Lone Sceadewe!
Unco! wae the Rubye Stane deep-shimmerin'
Naixt tae Carham's Gory Landis, an' the Targe-Hell,
Thro’ nowe Tune Martial, stick-an-stowe Ȝell!
Airn-Curse Core-Firey, Hye-Flamin' IT!
Heyne unco rychte Airn-Moorlan o'er ye a'!
Ah, bye nowe the FEUDAL OWAR-MANN!
'Yont thad Auld Whunstane Tower-Shrine
Togider wae Lang Titanium-Claymore, Airn-Dazzlin'
An' ne'er, ne'er, IT! stick-an-stowe tae wane!
Wi'in theis Bluish Fyre syne! Verra War-Swaird Rairan IT,
Intae Thae Hringiren Æternall, Thwndir-Devastatin' o' mine!
QVOAD FEODALE MEA CVM RVBRA SPATHA
ET RELVCENTE HOC SCVTO AC FVLMINE NIVEO
SCOTORVM INTRA HANC TEMPESTATEM MAGNAM
QVÆ FLOS IGNEVS EST TONITRVO NOMINE ALTO
NEMO GELIDO HOC LOCO IMPVNE ME LACESSIT.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
When guilt burst forth, at Menden's door
We could not speak, we did not know
The toll the rage of men might seek
Through witless priests and burning snow
That Sword was forged in Elwen's fyre
With magic signs embossed in vain
The power of steam in crooked lines
To cleave the brows in villainous twain
Thus Emnoch came to shield the world
A hero's hero of countless girth
The ***** of shame that numbered zero
A blade arrived to state his worth
This dismal feast of brutal love
Will never sate a horse's tune
Senescence and honor entwined in fate
He ever swells that liquid boon
Asunder sliced was Denzhen Yeep
Just as Vile Ben wast slain
The Witches Five broke on the Pile
A magic Pentagon of pain
But do not braise the glance of morn'
We cannot love what has not hair
Embrace the stench of Emnoch's glove
His tale is there for you to share
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
Dance with me
Awaken dragon
This fire burns equally
Between you and me
Pulse pounding core throbbing
I dance for you alone
You take me apart
With your fiery words
Inferno heart
To my candle soul
Take your pleasure
And give me mine own
This love richer
Than a dragon's hoard
Shining bright in the sky
Like twin suns
Among the stars
Of an alien planet
Swords gleaming
In your light
I dance
Hell hath no fyre
Like a dragon in love.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Ah, someday...
I remember that word.
Full of certainty that tomorrow would be better.
Forgive me for being stubborn, but the future isn't set.
A trigger pull is a split second decision.
And the future isn't always there for us to look forward to.
More often we agonize over its coming.
The what ifs and hypothetical reactions.
Waking up in the morning to push through another day.
Another day of pressure from all directions.
Another siege.
I've warned you.
Now your actions are your own.
If you are set on stealing a dragon's scale,
Just be prepared for the possibility you may be burned alive.
You seem determined.
The board is set up, the pieces straight.
Make the first move
...If you dare?
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
A little boy stopped me today,
On my way past an overgrown field.
The one where the peewee teams play football.
He needled me,
"They'll put me in, right?"
And rambled.
"My daddy said he can't come to this game, by he'll come to the next one, won't he?"
He dreamed,
"I wanna be a soldier someday, and help people."
And my heart broke more and more as he kept talking.
Youth and innocence have their place.
So I walked on.
A tired man stopped me today,
Outside of my old high school.
His eyes were full of tears and madness.
"Please, for my sake, don't give in."
He sobbed.
"I don't want to end up this way."
His hands were scarred,
And his eyes scared.
"I want us to be better than this. I wanna be what we meant to end up as."
Age and wisdom aren't always synonymous.
So I walked on.
Past the field,
Past the school,
Past the struggling masses.
I stopped myself today,
On the edge of oblivion.
We're not done talking yet...
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
blod og tårer
reagerer og resulterer
i flammer
og dine fingerspidser
har indgraveret
dit navn
i min ryg
som et banalt kvæg
er jeg brændemærket
asken er tung at bære
og mit hjerte gør så ondt
jeg føler mig som en tændstik
brændt af
og kan ikke slippe
tanken om den dag
alt gik op i røg
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
elektroniske beats bliver spyttet ud ad højtalerne, placeret bagerest i lokalet
syrerne blikke bliver kastet spydigt i hovedet på mig, fra pigerne bagerest i lokalet
hengivne blink bliver sendt til mig fra hele rummest fyre, selv fra dem bagerest i lokalet
stærke hænder bliver smidt overalt på mig, også selvom du står bagerest i lokalet
vilde kys bliver kysset på mig, selvom der er mindst tredive mennersker og en månerejse mellem os
voldsomme fodtrin bliver placeret i gulvet af mig, for at komme ned bagerest i lokalet
men blot for at finde dig, i den anden ende af lokalet
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
en 'dump ham paa din doermaatte dreng'
en aften
en fyr du elsker med hele kroppen, udover dit hjerte
en fyr du er bange for at love for meget
en fyr hvis smerte du fjerner, kun for at efterlade en ny
en af de fyrer der gentager ham selv 10 gange, fordi han er nervoes
en af de slags fyrer hvis haender sveder naar du holder ham i haanden
en af de slags fyrer der afslutter deres tilbud om et besoeg hos dem med 'men kun hvis du VIRKELIG har lyst'
en af de slags fyrer der er bange for at de vil dig mere end du vil dem
en af de slags fyre der synes det er acceptabelt at komme i dig uden at spoerge om du er paa ppiller
en af de fyrer der tager lidt for haardt fat naar han krammer dig
en af de fyrer du aldrig rigtigt kunne lide, indtil det gik op for dig at du aldrig rigtigt havde ham
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 2:41 PM UTC
Faint glowing embers,
On the open fyre.
Timber and Veils,
Under Giant choirs.
Faint glowing embers,
On thee open Fyre.
Praise the warmth.
Cradle your child.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
It feels plausible,
Like I'm living a play,
On the stage across from hers.
Sometimes between shows I sing,
Not very well,
But because it feels right.
And she sings in reply,
And we go back and forth.
More often I play small songs,
More pieces of songs really,
And if she knows them she'll sing as I strum.
We trade paper airplanes,
Secretly holding notes.
Talk quietly across the room,
Over the heads of an unknowing audience.
It feels strange to have a friend so far away.
It shows that there are friendly places in the world,
Though few and far between.
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
Perhaps I made the wrong choice of words.
Of course you wouldn't be making me fight.
Savagery is my forte,
And combat is in my wheelhouse.
While having something...
Someone
To fight for, shall spur me onward.
I have no need for armor,
My teeth and claws will do just fine.
I would never regret fighting the war.
Liberating the mind of Alice from the evil things.
A deal is a deal of course.
But the terms were not set.
So a deal was never actually agreed upon.
Let it sufice to say that I will accept any recompense you deign to give.
I trust your judgement.
A contract is not necessary.
Nor is it appropriate.
We'll just make it up as we go along.
No worries.
Any sacrifices made would be worth it.
It's not every day you get to see the inside of a gingerbread house,
Or plant magic beans.
Unfortunately I'll have to exchange something other than my soul for them.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Her words were stolen by the wind,
But the message was easily understood.
The fence was close to collapsing.
He knew he had caused this,
And there was no time to lose.
Obviously he wasn't meant to cross back over.
He memorized her face,
Every miniscule detail,
And offered a strangled
I'm sorry
Before turning and fleeing.
He shepherded the shadows as far from the fence as he could,
Trying to give it time to stabilize.
Trying to repair the damage done.
The shadows knew what was happening,
And they fought him.
The desired nothing as much as they did to escape,
To plunder the rest of the world.
The crack became a breach,
And the shadows began to rush through.
The fence then ceased to be.
The light seemed to hide as the shadows spread,
Infesting every corner.
He watched as his children changed her world,
And he hated himself a little more.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Rachel,
a friend I know.
She seems like
nothing could break
her spirit!
but then I learned'
how people in her town are
superficial.
She never talked to anyone
until two years ago.
Then , she opened up.
I met her so soon,
to bad
it wasn't earlier.
She makes me feel,
like i could fly.
I wish I could spend just one day,
to tell her,
how soon yet,
how much I appreciate
someone like her.
How I wish more people in the world
were like her.
I told her from the start,
I'm glad she's here.
I hope she'll remember,
I'll always be here.
=)
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
That ever elusive line shifts moment to moment.
Even demons have their place,
Make deals and trade the ****** for the distraught.
But he who walks the dark crevices in the dragon-land is not so.
It sounds like you have been flirting with Death.
I do not condemn you, I have done the same.
She promised me release and blew goosebumps into my skin.
Because Death changes,
And looks different to all.
Death has no place here to hold.
And no role to fulfill.
Take me to him,
Transfer my concious to yours.
The dragons are no longer the enemy.
I shall stand with them,
Fight tooth and claw.
I shall send Death back to its own realm,
Rip its throat out,
Snarl my victory to the shadows and make them flee .
He will burn.
The dragons will leave,
Recompense for ridding them of the Devil.
Then you will have no need for the monster,
And I will still be here.
Though dealing with wolves can be distasteful.
My silver tongue does not lie.
Do we have a deal?
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
Spreading wings,
Hourglass body of beauty.
Aphrodite is born.
A goddess of War,
Beautiful and Evil.
Eyes of red.
Macha of Renes.
Spreading wings,
Eyes red as fyre.
Macha's heir to her throne.
Born under the fiery sun.
Of a dragons breath.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
I've pondered your words.
The ones that danced so elegantly across the page.
Those that held no fear, no regrets.
I should tell you...
The walls you wish to unravel aren't just there for my protection.
They keep in a monster.
Others can testify, I am no angel.
My tongue of silver has rarely been used for good.
And I don't feel any inclination to use it for good in the future.
I've broken my fair share of hearts,
Shattered my fair share of dreams,
And ended more than my fair share of lives.
I was trained to **** and then booted back into the streets.
I was charged with anger and released, deemed useless.
This situation is an example...
Look inside yourself. Analyze your feelings.
And think about what I could do to the world if I really tried.
Love is beneath me at this point,
And companionship fades quickly.
I don't think my walls are coming down anytime soon.
Nor do I think you should try scaling them.
Inside are my dreams,
Which equate to most people's nightmares.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
tankeløs
kærlighedsløs
dig-løs
du er det eneste jeg mangler
jeg kunne ikke være mere bedøvende ligeglad
om alle de andre fyre
for det er dig jeg vil have
selvom jeg ikke er meget for at sige det
for jeg har først selv fattet det nu
tankeløs
ærlighesmanglende
os-løs
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Words will flicker into nothingness as they flare up off my scorched earth tongue.
Singeing the feathers of the carcass of what once was my fluttering infatuation with you.
But I have always known infatuation is meant to burn out.
It's as if I willingly stepped into a wall of flames.
I suppose I wanted to scald the inside of my mouth with one sip of your name.
I suppose I wanted to be burnt so bad that every time I tasted something, there you would be.
But what had you ever really given me?
I was infatuated with a fantasy
There was no reality
Only the mock flames that were forged
And then blew out so simply.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
He saw her,
Eyes piercing the darkness
To seek him out.
She seemed to be thinking heavily,
Hanging over the fence that divided them.
He saw her everyday ordeals,
The facade she put on to pass through the sunlight unmarred.
The light never crossed the divide,
Because of his own doing.
He had control of the shadows
And they protected him.
They still hissed at him sometimes,
Weren't always friendly,
But they never but him.
They knew he would bite back.
You see, controlling The Shadows was easy.
He simply bound them to the song.
A song that reverberated in his very being.
They knew he had nothing to lose.
They feared him.
He had always been more comfortable in the dark,
It spoke of silent beauty and danger.
He'd been breeding them because he wanted to further his territory,
But he couldn't bring himself to darken the rest of the world.
The result was a swirling vortex where the shadows frolicked,
For now they had a domain,
And a keeper,
All their own.
Day after day,
The Girl would sigh,
Hop down off of the fence,
And secure her mask.
It covered tired eyes and an accusing frown.
Once the mask was in place,
The others didn't see a difference,
But he could see the lines where her skin ended and the lie began.
The eyes were too cold,
The smile too shallow.
Her laughs rung hollow.
And each day,
She had to tear it from her face,
With more difficulty each time.
He missed her that morning.
He started over as she hopped down and put her mask on.
That night he was waiting for her on the other side of the fence,
His guitar slung across his back.
The shadows followed like they always did,
One flanking each side.
As if they are silent sentries.
He stood silently as she approached,
Wondering if she saw him,
And what she would say when she arrived.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
They say that every person you've ever seen in your head you've seen in real life.
The boy in your head is out there,
Standing watch and waiting for your visit.
You're in his debt after all.
I guarantee he can't wait to see you.
Don't worry about the dragons.
They're not so bad.
Just misunderstood.
People used to feel the same way about wolves...
But I'm no monster, am I?
I'll go with if you'd like.
You can return with him.
I'll take his place,
Gaurd the dragons in your mind,
And release my soul into the sky,
Hoping the moon will hear it.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
Even if I told you the truth,
Would you believe it?
Or would I need to spin a new story
So you could happily accept a falsehood?
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
Maybe I'm mistaken.
It seems when I look ahead,
There's a figure.
He's hunched over a pitted six string,
Plucking, playing and making it ring.
I recognize the songs,
But I don't know where from.
All I know is that the shadows gleefully frolick as he plays.
They multiply and scatter.
As the guitar sings faster and seems to scream,
They keep in time.
And just when I get close enough to see,
The figure turns and grins,
It's me.
Then I realize I practice the same songs,
Over and over every night.
Me, who whispers of darkness to the world,
Who urges the shadows to breed and be bold.
But of course,
I don't believe in fate.
But I do believe in wishful thinking.
Because I know myself.
I'd much rather infect the darkness,
And twist it to my own use.
I'll be ****** if I become its victim instead.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
It's true,
We are all equal parts dark and light.
But the dark isn't all bad.
You may see it as ugly.
You may see it as evil.
But it can be beautiful.
The darkness at midnight on a country road.
Void space behind the eyelids when falling asleep.
Shadows flitting across rooftops.
Black ink slipping and stalking across a page.
Interstellar light-years where no sound can be heard.
I concede, darkness can be ugly.
But beauty comes hand in hand.
For example, the brilliance of a dying star.
The radiance of a dancing fire.
The rhythm of gunfire...
I have made a morbid point.
But a point I have made.
Besides...
I actually prefer the shadows,
The sunshine is much too crowded.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
War is not the only outcome,
If it pleases you,
We can just as easily find a place to hide.
***** walls too high for the dragons to cross,
And too thick for Death to walk through.
I can patrol the corridors,
Claws clicking on the cold stone floors.
You can stay in the keep.
Live a quiet life of no fighting.
No alliances.
Just us.
Wonderland isn't so bad
If you're living underground.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC