The Execution

He opened his cupboard and withdrew the bundle.

As he parted the cloth,he thought of all the killing he had done.

He had no regrets.

The blade was clean. It had been washed carefully by him after every time. Dried blood would mean a dull edge.

A dull edge just causes an unnecessary amount of pain.Get it over quick and smooth.

He sat on his porch and slid the whetstone over the blade.

Quick and methodical.

As muscle memory took over,he let his thoughts wander. The dark green hills,rolling under a perennial stormy sky. The gods had cursed the land to darkness.

Smoke started to spiral out of the chimney behind him,light at first, but soon it was thick enough to join the storm clouds in the sky.

It was almost time.

He went to the back of his stead,where she was waiting.She was having a drink of water.

She seemed calm,almost accepting of her destiny.

She didnt see him coming until it was too late.

He pulled her head back placed the silver blade under her neck,and in one flick,it was done.

A flash of the light catching the blade,a spurt of blood so bright red,it was almost pink and a squawk.

It was done.

Winner,winner
Chicken Dinner.

Stranger

Awkward silence,idle pause
Where once was fire
Only ember remains
Yesterday fall into memories

We strive to find a binding cause
Were we not naive
Once when we saw life together
Everything fades and disappears

To and fro,unpleasant pleasantries.
Each with a fixed smile
Other words come to mind
Why do I suffer your choices

Are you happy now,like
We we were once
Now that I have
Nothing.

Re-

I just spent two minutes punching my pillow into submission.

As i walked around, the deafening ringing in my ears continued.

I came to a stop and laid my forehead against the cool wall.

Tears?

No, she wont get that from me.

I have lost everything..this moment is hers.

She will not get that from me.

I bite down, dig deep and keep moving.

I have never felt mental deterioration like this.

The pain is in the mind,manifesting itself in physical nausea.

I dry-heave a few time,but swallow the bile.

An old friend...

The light disappears,it sinks beyond the horizon.

The Night is here again.

I am Home.

I am Darkness.

Fear.

Rage.

Solitude.

I remember now...

Bane.

I remember now.

Dark'nd

I lay my sins at Thy feet
My Soul is Black'nd,

Shadows,Thy seat

to Thy call I Hark'nd

Begone now false idols
The meek shall perish
The Strong will take
That is the True way of the world

Only Thy Black Tenent guides me now
Dark Flame
Burn out the light

Bring forth thy terrors
Let the world know once more
Not to fear the Night
Fear the Darkness Within


Under the Shade of the Silver Sickle

Thou shalt reap

The One True God is Death
 

Lament

We walk scattered amongst the blind, tiny beacons of dark.

Our will and resolve guiding us so,

Come all you weak and twisted, and learn from our truths so stark.

We have seen the nature of man and his devices, we have felt the melancholy of his conformities.

We have glimpsed the face of the shapeless foundations, we have seen the blackened froth of the defiled seas.

And for this brief moment of clear sight,

We have felt the exquisite resonance of our minds free from blight.

And as the nameless writhe in the embers and the holy preach their naiveté, our words are brushed aside with scorn and discord.

Those whose words leave us in the dark, shall be shunned and deemed heretic, they say.

Those who claim that we are less than exclusive, the chosen avatars to guide the animals, the fair and fortunate, shall be thrown aside as pessimists and aimless vagabonds, they say.

Those who deny our place in the silver city, our mortality and amorality accepted, shall be burned at the cross for their sacrilegious lies, they say.

These deluded have their power and we do not.

And our last laugh shall be a bitter one.