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Q and A 2

2011-11-21T02:39:00.001-08:00

Ce genuri de muzica ascult?

Asta e o intrebare la care pot cu greu sa raspund.:)) Ascult tot ce inseamna muzica ce transmite ceva,muzica ce ma face sa ma simt intr’un anume fel.Cred ca printer genurile mele preferate se numara Symphonic Black Metal si ascult cu placere trupe precum Dimmu Borgir(desi m’am cam saturat de ei),Carach Angren(o trupa nu prea cunoscuta dar care ar putea avea un cuvant de spus pe viitor in sfera Sympho-Black si ar putea foarte usor sa’I detroneze pe Dimmu),Dark Faces(de asta nu cred ca ati auzit nici unul),Lemuria(o trupa de sympho-black/folk care rupeeee zona si au texte pe baza istorica insotite de riff’uri maiestuoase de orga),Cryptic Wintermoon(trupa underground din Germania care ar putea oricand sa se ridice deoarece chiar au unele inovatii care ar putea fi binevenite in black metal,cum ar fi intro’uri uimitoare de orga sau de chitara si care provoaca o stare foarte placuta ascultatorului) si multe altele.De asemenea imi place la nebunie melo-death’ul si sunt innebunit dupa trupe precum Wintersun(pe care’i consider niste zei:X J)),Children of Bodom desi m’au dezamagit total cu ultimul album,Imperanon,Eternal tears of Sorrow,Norther,Ensiferum s.a .Altceva..:-? …DaaaJ Ador doom metal’ul si ascult toata ziua trupe precum Draconian,Officium Triste ,Candlemass,Lethian Dreams,A dream of Poe.Doom metal’ul cred ca sta la loc de onoare in top’ul genurilor mele preferateJ

Also,ascult muzica virgula country :)) Pur si simplu este prea faina pentru a fi trecuta cu vederea si trupa mea preferata de country este Ghoultown J.Ascult muzica simfonica dar nu Beethoven si alde de’astea.Ascult enorm de mult muzica lui Adrian von Ziegler.La 21 de ani omul acela chiar este un geniu in materie de compus.

Am omis ceva?:-?..Da,mai ascult si folk metal si melodic black metal si glam metal si death metal…In fine,ascult orice fel de muzica in afara de manele(si care asculta GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BLOG sau LASA”MI COMMENT”URI SA”TI LAS CALENDARU” ).

Cam atat despre muzica pe care o ascult..Daca prezentati manifestari neplacute adresati’va medicului sau farmacistului dumneavoastra…sau mie =))

Al vostru drag,Dumnezo!:-*:-*

Era sa uit :ALLICE TE IUBESC!:-*:-*:-*

Midnight Tragedy

2011-11-13T07:01:00.001-08:00

I witnessed her death upon the doleful moor
Stained by moonsparks and ebony wood,
"Come back my fairie lady into this woeful world,
That I can't face without you".

So screamed the knight as the coldness of dole
Torn his heart slowly apart,
Thy abhorence of life revealed in the pale summernight
As he cried on her moonseeded grave.

All that was good for him died that day
Like everything around
He could not bare his woe anymore
So he died in grief,under the cold light of moon.

Now they both dance upon the sorrowfull earth,
Made their vows beneath God's dark facade,
They're free into the eternity,
Free to love and free to live.

Her marble cheek flamed while he kissed it
And she embraced him
"Of course,my dear none has kissed me so!"
I look to them and feel lone like never before.

Without no one to love and caress,
All alone forced to carry on,
No one who loves me ,only endless hatred,
Yet adored by thy cheerful moon.

Like a star just standing alone,losing my glow,
Into the gloomy night of my life,
With none to love,no one to hate,
Damned to walk forever the path of my shadows...

Existence was my scourge that hurted me so...
Made me bleed ,made me sore...
I died at the castle of my beloveth queen...
My true bloody slayer.

In the winternight My ghost still looks for the place
Where I belong...
Doomed to guard forever the gates to the fortress....
Apostazy riped out my soul..

I always knew that I'll end up this way...
torn apart,heart-defeated,
Left alone in a remorseless winternight
Where I only bare my remembrances of tragedy...

I am the knight without a queen,
Yet I'm having the night and the moon,
My only friends near this fortress
Where only I'm alone all the time.

Pale portrait of a decadent pearl

2011-11-13T07:00:00.001-08:00

Body raped in darkness
So fucking long ago....
Thy veins full of drugs
Exploding at his touch of dawn...
With dizzy-alcohol'd glance
With filthy gown and grotesquery make-up
Showing your tits to unwashed punks....

The cigarette strikes into the night
Like bullets from machine-guns
Lighting up everything
Underlining the needle holes in your arms;
Look your glance in the dirty mirror of depravity...

Fucked and pleasured-but never loved...
Kissed and touched-but never caressed..
Drunk and drogued
With lips full of dirt from so much filthy tongue.
Whore!Thy beauty's now eclipsed by the filth
The world won't fucking give you a dint!

The perfume of thy skin -now sewer essence
The wisdom of thy eyes-foolish smiles of illusorious mirth
Granted with nothing
With nothing to give or to receive!
Oh,how depravation stains thy soul,
Ye innocent child,ye heathen pervert God!

Requiem for the nameless heroes

2011-11-13T06:59:00.000-08:00

The promise of life faded away since the day we're borned,
In life all we cried,all of us died without any option,
Through tempest with the swords in our hands
We died with thousands in redden forests and ravines.
Aflliction torn our hearts apart,we cried for forgotten loves,
We fought for our lifes as the rain fell to grown deeper our griefs.
The light of day fled and never loom'd again..

No one mourned us,no one cried for our souls,
Just the sinners saw our blooddrops as stars on the ceiling of hell,
In mockery for our courage they've put two wooden sticks at our heads
And they've spit on our burial grounds.
Damned to live for eternity but with no physical existence,
Damned to sing forever the story of the dead-
The story of us-The nameles heroes

Deprived of love and all human things,we run towards the sun,
Fighting in and out heaven.fell from God's domain,
We run from Heaven and forever astray...
With burnt wings,yearning to live,
Yearning to not feel only pain..
And our tears cover all mountainsides,all lakes and all the ravines,
Like midwinter snowflakes or as the morning dew,so white!

In undivine operettas,in vistas of decay or in stormy clouds we dwell
We are thunder or sun ray,life or death,forgiveness and punishment
Tears and bliss,summer or winter,heavenly angels or hellhounds.
We are the forgotten heroes untamed in all requiems
And ghost of grief,kings of woods and the cradle of those magnificent stars.
But all alone,like pigeons forged in chaos,like blighted castle's candles.

Pain shatters our souls and we're devoured by cold,
On our corpses rats are dancing a sinister waltz
We forgot how many time has passed since we're windspread ghosts,
We forgot our names,we forgot our dreams and sons,
Our wifes and parents, our bloodstain'd swords.
Time forgot us and we forgot time
And now in timeless space we kiss moon with sighs.

They never looked our bodies,never knew we saved them,
They never perceived our galactical victory,-
Because of us they're free...
In ruined castles our souls still scream,
Beneath timestain'd walls and icy halls,
We are forever wifeless kings.

A requiem for us-The nameless heroes who fought for liberty,
Who broked their shield upon the snowy ravines,
And spilled their blood on tantalized soil-
It weeped and mourned our death-our only preacher.

The dirge of the marble statue

2011-11-13T06:57:00.000-08:00

The forest seems so blighted,'neath winter's raged robe
Without thy laughter that once made leaves fall down in tremor,
The mountains now crumble without thy guardian hand
Embolden'd to fall deep into the chasm of hell's gallow...
In voguish decadence thy tears falls like marble at thy feet....

Thy marble statue became now jagged,as thorns torn asunder thy sculpturesque face
In darkness thy shall retrieve the embrace of naked stars,and their nocturnal velvet
Spurned agains you like a majestic sandpaper,erasing thy dreams...
Sharing the orchestration of dying haze with thy flowing tears

In divine ballet thy grotescuery aeon flies among the castle's hall
When candle-lit dance steps thrown in the secular wall,
Nephilim fallen from grace in soporific trance
Aeon of immortality damned forever to make a vampiric dance...

I hear thy dirge into the night of lead
Makes me crawl from my coffin
To embrace thy limbs-(and kiss thy lips)
To remain entwined...

Dark chambers reflecting thy dreadful weep,
Serpents of lust screaming in a suculent hiss
On the crown of the solitude's genius
That shall forever stand within thy spell
Lamia!My heart is thine
Wolves promised me thy eternal lips...
Thou art forever lust's queen...

I hear thy dirge from my barron leaded-coffin
As jagged nails of thy moaning still scratch the dust
Your seductive marble ripps my malevolent sanctity.besmeareth
Thy eternal glare flows like blood in my ropped veins..

The genesis of Love and Doom

2011-11-13T06:56:00.000-08:00

The wind blown wildly her golden hair
While I witnessed this scene love in me was born,
Like never before I was longing for death,
For I knew that love will kill me,

I put my sword at her feet and Kissed her cheek,
And she thrilling started to run from me,
Cold embraced my soul
And I knew all it was in vain.

Mounted on a horse,
Damned to look forever for love,
God took my star,
All I was living for....

I galloped through the gallows of time,
In sunless kingdoms and forgotten realms,
In searching of beauty,with the tears frost,
Noone could help me....I was all alone.

But one night appeared in my sight
A beautiful queen,enshrouded in might,
She was the genesis of love,yet of doom,
She kissed my lips and enjoyeth my smiles.

And I slept and dreamed marblelakes all night,
While she caressed my soul,caressed it's flames,
As I was drowning in the eternal haze,
she turned to a unimaginable light that blinded my eyes.

The lake's water turned to blood,
The sky was torn apart,
She took my hand and then flied
To a kingdom beyond.

I was her king and she was my queen,
Whose words were pure honey,
And she could turn all in gold,
She was my only dream and my blackest tears.

Now as lycanthropy severs my mind
I'm yelling to a God who's deaf and blind...

Underneath thine dark metaphors

2011-11-13T06:53:00.001-08:00

We shared a kiss of death with blood on our tongues
We conceiled sharp swords in omened words-
Underneath thine dark metaphors ,I lay in vile blood
Abhorence feeds my soul,moondust pours on my sores.

In the woods I walk at night under the cold of Moon,
Under the cold of Moon I walk at day-
Thine eyes I see deep within the shadows of life,
Thine face I see in every rose that blooms.

{Over the autumnal forest a cold breeze of grief blew}

Inward urged by the whirlwind of crimson leaves,
The Moon sings sinful operettas for my unclean soul-
The ocean hithers on the rotten shore
The forest withers for the arrival of snow.

Shadows ariseth from my universe of loneliness
growling dark metaphors to the beauteous grave of you,
I holdeth the blood of night in thy rusty chalice
As tears descended in the coffin,o'er your face.

Underneath the bloody equinox I kiss the dust from graves,
For in every single mouth I can feel thine vampiric taste-
I tried to dig the mud but it succumbs again
Over your coffin,metaphors and over thine face.

A bloody moon appears covering all in red
Wolves gathered in my front
Licking my wounds and my tears
With their redden fur...

They look to me with sorrow
I crave to feel their touch
In their eyes I'm just an aeon
Brought back by the spell they've cast!

Unholy matrimony of nude roses

2011-11-13T06:52:00.001-08:00

Moaning night,thy cheek I kiss,my beloveth Venus,
Stars aligned on thy face like the gleaning powder on the face of a corpse,
Thy castles is now graveyard
The garden becometh thy tomb,
Where nude roses laid in scarlet catamenial blood...
Waves of black organdi weave thy pale beatitude
And a rose falls from my claws on the grave of thy youth

Thy ghost drinks the wine of rotten grapes
And thy mouth grasps on the tender bouquet of the liquor
On the ancient taste..
As Bachus wedges in his own dreams of hate,
Whereupon you wove the moonlit haze of dying winter.

Nude roses laid on thy lips in magnificent obscene
And flowers rotten kiss the orchid of thy mouth
In unholy matrimony of death and love..
A scenery of devastated perfection in thy emerald universe of grief
A garden of slumber,floating in mirth...

I hear thy moan that severes through webs of ectoplasm
With demonian fires that flee throughout hell to embrace thy limbs,
Awake!In the night be released on a bed of black nude roses
In whirlwinds of ravens come again forth thy pale...
Moon osculates thou in lesbian desire,
In orrised,misty burial ground

Thou deceiveth the time and space
With thy abhorent beauty...
But now on thy cemetary gate
I see the carved riddles of thy face.

Q and A 1

2011-11-13T06:34:00.000-08:00

Q and A 1

De ce scriu?

Voi presupune ca multi imi vor pune aceasta intrebare….Raspunsul este foarte simplu…Scriu pentru ca in poezie pot sa fiu Dumnezeu.In poezie pot sa ucid pe oricine vreau sau pot invia pe oricine vreau de asemenea.In poezie pot sa am ceea ce nu am avut niciodata(dragostea bat’o vina :d),pot sa vizitez orice loc din orice Univers si sa gasesc drumul sigur inapoi.Daca veti citi si veti intelege(avand in vedere ca nu folosesc o engleza accesibila tuturor) imi veti spune ca sunt un scriitor de pornografie J).Nu dragii tatei..Aia nu e pornografie..Curentul in care imi incadrez eu,personal,pe persoana fizica poezia se numeste GOTHIC si este o imbinare intre DRAGOSTE si OROARE.Sa spunem ca sunt un mare fan Cradle of Filth si pot spune cu mana pe inimioara mea ca e singura trupa adevarata in materie de versuri…Dani Filth ar trebui sa fie mentionat in istoria Angliei ca unul dintre cei mai mari poeti..De acolo si pana la crearea acestor poezii pe care le’ati citit sau pe care le’ati scos la imprimanta in vederea stergerii la fund nu a mai fost decat un pas.. Poezia mea poate fi interpretata ca :-? :al dracului de depresiva,o poezie care in lipsa banilor de Viagra te poate ajuta sa duci treaba aia asidua la sfarsit :d sau o poezie de rahat folosita la hranirea gurii hulpave a WC-ului.Ramane la mana voastra sa hotarati in care categorie se afla …Cu drag,Dumnezau…

Ov wolves and grief

2011-11-13T05:30:00.000-08:00

Pidgeons of fire,dreamlike sky -I saw in that realm,
Accompanied by the crawling shades of giant wolfes..
Walking through woods forgotten long ago
Through miriad of firestars and vistas full of snow.
Dying with a last will in my thoughts-
TO LIVE AGAIN AS WOLF!!

[Spirit of firmament]
"In grief's tango thy soul shalt not be
'cause thou art meant to be king,meant to be cleaned,
In starish waltz thy soul shalt flee-
Be without fear-I don not scorn thee!
Open thy eys and look at me,
Drink the morningdew,blood of life and immortality!

[...]
"Hark!These tears are frozen'd and are cutting like blades,
Oh,how I wish to drown in the flames of Hades!!
My heart still beats but like a butterfly wing,
Grief rapes my soul,ragges my thoughts,
Hark!Help me.ye dark spirit,ye divine dream!!!

[The Moon]
"I love thy sculptured lips and thy obsidian eyes,
I crave to kiss you,I crave to feel thy touch-
BE ALIVE AND BE WOLF!!!

Blinding lights came from the sky
As the two forces brought me alive,
Blood pulsed again,redden my eyes
And a nostalgic roar exploded from my mouth!
"For eternity,Night and Moon-I'm thine slave,
Never shalt I be touched by that deceitful light!"

[Spirit of firmament]
"Behold thy beloveth form and spit thy mock at heaven's doors
Thou art our diamond,our physical aeon
Pain you'll not feel and for ever love you will receive.
Bound by my wife -the Moon that stands high
and by my manifestation in thy feeble mind!
In wolfish ressurection thou shalt retrieve thy bliss-
"Of wolfes and grief"is the song that you'll forever sing.

[The Moon]
"Bliss I'll engrave in thy soul
I'll embrace you from dusk 'till dawn"

The charcoal eyes of a crow

2011-11-13T05:29:00.000-08:00

I drown in your charcoal-like eyes,
I see if you're honest or you're lying
I can see what's hazy,your thoughts -
Scorn,love,hatred whatever pierces your mind.

Take a look into your blacken heart,
And just tell me what do you see,
You behold your demons?Do you see thee?
The moon is over and ready to torn apart ,
To leave a grip on your fragile soul...
Those charcoal eyes-The place I will drown...

On the edge of sanity,disappointed reality
The abhorent lies of a deceitful deity,
Ain't these your worst fucking nightmare you see
Every night in the sweat of time?

You clash with your thoughts of good,
Also with the thoughts of bad,
Continue like this and 'till morning you'll be dead..

How can you understand the malediction I call a life?
Bad people prevailing-only goodness dies...
Where's your God,King and Lord
Because I want to spit in his wisdomful eyes!

I watch on the dark horizon a crow,
And how it soars on the sky above,
I drown in his charcoal eyes
The sign of greatness and demise
It flies,something we'll never do,
Without wings we all embrace the tomb...

Look a ray of light
Or a grain of sand
Everyone of these has it's death..
Tress are withering,light's weakening
I don't trust your god...Why should you?

What he had done for you?
Hea gave you the malediction that I call a life
That you carry on in bondage;
The pretended greatness falls upon thy corpses,
The corpses of his beloveth christians.

Die!Die!Die forevermore
You don't exist in my heart and my soul
Why?I never was a part of this world.

You wrote God's name in the skies
But the wind blown it away,
You wrote His name in your heart
But eternally it won't last.

On seraphic or demoniac wings you can fly
It's to your free choice
Evil means freedom,but you're afraid to admit
And you're narrowminded and lone.

We yiearn for the suffer where many burn
In the tar of Father Dark,
We're all brothers in darkness reborn
We're all brothers in night

Watch the charcoal eyes of a crow
And get ready to reborn.

Cangrened flesh of weeping chrisantemums...

2011-11-13T05:28:00.001-08:00

Cangrened flesh of weeping chrisantemums
by Antagonist

Far away from mankind in a kingdom beyond
A beautiful girl wept for her impossible love....
He journeyed through dead gardens,so beautiful
Sorrowful .yet raped by dole...

Her bridal cloak was rotting under the grasp of time,
She didn't know thyself for she was carried by black tides
The moon thrilled emotioned in the clouds,
And with wings of rays she lift her again on the shore.

The throes in her heart which she could bare no more
Took her the life and death stands on her throne...
"Come back ,thine are the moondoves and the right to live
I scorn those who made you suffer"I yell'd and than started to weep.

I've put ten roses on her grave and they started to weep too..
So did the whitestain'd moon..
The pale flesh of the withering roses was slowly turning to rott
As the goldseeds of her love turned to universal doth..

I took in the palms of my hands her marbleflamed soul...
For i wanted to weep by her side in grieve
My dear,in hope I'll be summoned in your gentle,eternal dream...
And I liberated the soul with a endless farewell ....

And she found her love deep in the shadowsphere,
A knight like her,untouched by christianity
Who loved her hard
Gived her the love that she'd demand..

Hellforged roses laid upon her marble tomb
When the sunlit chaos emerged over the wintercharm
She broke her spell on me
I'm free to live without her,without her love...

Neverending grey veiled my sorrow of solitude
As the pain of being alone was shattering once more
And I died on her tomb
But one marble rose remained to tell her story for ever

"Thou art my queen and my light
Tough now I'm raped by death's delight."

Aschtoreth kissed Adoni's lips...

2011-11-13T05:27:00.001-08:00

Aschtoreth kissed Adoni’s lips….
by Antagonist

Astarte!Behold the burning passion of the astral embrace,
Behold the vast burning plains of seductive lakes
The shimmering rain that kisses the snow
and the mournful ocean of tears that weeps on the shores of Hades…
The castle’s grieving for the loss of it’s gleaning,
For the lost rain of ancient,diabolic times
Shatter’d the beauty of cosmos and desacrated the time.

At the gates of gold of Astarteion behold Aschtoreth…
She’s a goddess of winter engulfed in snow,
Behold Adoni’s lips,and his eyes which burneth as fire…………
They scream in divine violation of thine code…
Hear Aschtoreth whispers of lust in Adoni’s sodomy…
The hermafrodites hieroduls in divine rapture.

....Aschtoreth kissed Adoni's lips with burning blood
While Adoni was touching her neck with his breathe
The nature was dreaming into the garden of Astarteion
as the nightly carpet was falling down on their lustful faces...
Hark,ye night!Shalt thou break thy cosmic place
for mortal,little dreams of lust and grief?

Astarte!Thou stir stars from their place,
Thine lewd gaze makes me want to tear down thine gown
And kiss avid thine starlit,snowkissed breasts…
As nightingales are singing choires of eternal erotism
I embrace thy childish body and creep into thy depths..

As Aschtoreth sighs in eternal carnal pleasure
Thou lay down on the gold dusted ground
And let me get drunk with thine lilac scent..
Thou art forever mine,thou art part of me,
Astarteion witness the scene of dark erotic mirth

Absynthe drunk roses(Aphrodite tantalized)

2011-11-13T05:26:00.000-08:00

Frost leaves fall down on thy grey tomb,
Thou left my paradise,thou spread our haze,
Through the gallows of solitude ,through the shadow's womb
I now fall and breath deep the perfume of thy grave.

My pandemic Aphrodite-
Thy majestic face is engraved now in filth
As valkyries dance with nightspwan sylphs,
Thy nebular design,god-like lips
Enshrouded eternally in rotten bridal dreams,
Dreams of rapture going to be seared.

Art thou not dead?-I feel thine hands caressing my face.
Art thou alive?-I see you griefspawn iris.

'Neath winter's spurn I gaze to thy sculptural grave,
A thousand suns needed to drink this perfection!
It's the dusk of thy relics
The dawn of newborned hatred.!

Thy funeral accompanied by ravens songs,
By chanting scumming,dark liquored sea,
Preparing thy shadowbed of darkness spawned silk.
I fall like thy beloveth rain...for you,usurping the power of sun:ETERNALLY!

Miriads of stars witnessed thy death,embowered thy everlasting malicious smile
Bidden to dance among the shadows of smells of rose drunk with absynthe...
Litanies of grief betrotheth thy fugitive eyes,
Philtre pours from thy rotten lips on my mouth,oh,Aphrodite my dear!
Rennaisance shall know thy soul
Under the cold clouds dark harangue....

Thou exude and raindrops pours on the soil,
In autumnal mirrors,forest uncoils
Aphrodite!Thy arms embrace the cold welkin leaves with a glance
And trees shiver under the mantle of thy beloveth gaze.

Grubs of sick constelation,arabesques of cold glittering tongues
Severed by talons of unforgiven sins,
Auroras came to shatter the beauty of thy breasts
And the cold,alabastered touch of thy skin.

On tameless tides of darkness thy dead shadow descends
Tantalized by morningtears...oh my sick,opaline queen...

A pale Romance(Rotten flowers for the death of thee)

2011-11-13T05:24:00.001-08:00

"Jucundum,mea vita,mihi proponis amorem,
Hunc nostrum interno perpetuumque fore".

Forest of the mystic love get naked for my lust
In flamboyant pain of neverending solitude,
Like Proserpina shows her face upon the wintery tree-tops
Guiding sulphurous feelings all along a dead lover's corpse..
Lamia!Thy face haunts my nights,I feel thy calm
I can see thy face rising like the sun from stormy clouds...

"Deep dark-woods entwine to my sorrow
Exiled and punished to not receive a kiss,
With talons thy arms severes my heart,
'Till 'neath winter's grief won't be no Lord Ragoczy!".

Lulled in Hypnos's hands to eternal sleep
To thy grave descend in burning bliss...
Towards the limbs of one dead Thanatos
For us to fly with obsidian wings over the snow!!!
And we meet again like vampiric aeons-
My hand burns on your sapphired skin..-
Tearing down thy brassiere..
To thy magnificent flamed breasts enrobed in my lips...

Interspersing orgasmic sighs to the sky
As Night itself pretends to be blind...
Ereb turned it's eyes from our undivine,filthy embrace..
Seducing shadows flow upon thy perfect body,
Styx craves to flow and to kiss thy spine!

"Ragoczy!I feel thy lips on my neck and I feel like a star,
Like a magnificent shadow going to explode in flamboyant suns,
In the blood that flows from my neck lies my essence of lust
Touch me with thy icy hands and osculate me with thy ghost."

"If heaven turned it's face from our love,there it shall be so!
In infernal love once for all we'll make our vows..
in dead forests of ancient wisdom once for all we'll fall,
Into a coffin of blood and snow we'll eternally make love."

The kiss and the carnation

2011-11-13T05:23:00.001-08:00

A seraphim whips the sprung virgins
but does not feel the smell of brimstone
soon to burn down his wings,
soon to kiss the pallid lips
that close evilish for one last soliloqui...

In lesbian passion sister with madness
her moaning mouth opens
and closes encompassing pale nipples,
and the nethermost and the most dreadful
passions errupt from betwixt open'd breasts
across the floor..

Wounds came fast with every touch
and like carnations opened on bodies
but her tongue of fire caused more pain
like one thousand stakes
.......thrust betwixt the legs..
Running and stopping across opened vulvas
wherefrom blood flowed
to her keen,impious lips.

And amidst breasts that bleed,
blood wreathed her writhe of passion,
Thus the orgy has fulfilled
leaving her eliminate
the dew of love
from under her gown..
'twixt the other lips of her
other mouth.

"Take me,Holy Father,
I suffer in agony but agony is bearable..
But the passion...when she licks my cold cunt
it just fetters me..
I fell like Lucifer into carnal desire,
and now,how bigger gets the wound
more deeper her tongue gets through''

"God isn't here,my dear
as he'll never be..
but thou must greet me
for the pleasure I grant thee.."
whisper'd the countess
as desire flowed from inside her
to the bloodpool at her dress..

And she fled
from the dungeon,aloof...
where fantasies with womans
wept from her no sigh...
But where the canvases of kings
witnessed her masturbation
all over the nights...
Beholding the pale body
with the rose between
swallowed by the blood
which laid thick into her dream..

When is satin lingerie
and brassiere of black silk
she laid sexually fulfilled
The moon carresed her cheek
and lulled her to sleep..
But to a sleep with nightmares
where shattered fragments of erotic moans
haunted her from hell....

And while she slept
the virgins wept,
for freedom was forlorn
and punishment
was coming with every dawn...
And like dahlias they were withering
and soon unable to resist..
'Cause pregnant with madness
the countess's kisses
sucked the virgin mouths
'till they remained soulless..

And 'twixt her dual existence
the essence of dirge
from nowhere emerged,
and consequences left
cruel marks upon her destiny...

The capricorn embraced the Twins
and for her herself it led to
her personnalitie's reprieve..

Opus Bathory

2011-11-13T05:21:00.001-08:00

"Oh,essence of life
how you redden my eyes"...

She thought her crimes will bring her immortality
but death slowly conceiled in her sacrifices,
Her vampiric lust entwined with pride
brought her torment and demise....

As one more breath was more important than gold,
the wantons fell-as damsels tell-
down on their knees,
crying possesed by the fear of death's sharp cold,
spilling tears that spaterre'd the floor
and hath hungered the moon
that osculated their ckeecks...

And death was summoned
'twixt the destroyed lips
of a dying bitch
as the shadow of the countess
passed through the shadow of the birch..
with a pair of scissors-
it seemed that her madness was endless...

With flammifer eyes she seeketh
for the impious abigail
as a cairn
was prepared for what she hath trieth
The winds seemed a portent
of her impeding doom,
but driveth by wrath and hate
her flesh was soon to be burnt.

"I prithee,God,save me!!!"
whispere'd th' sweet-breasted girl
as the woods hurled
pudh shadows and shapes into her eyes...
She praied but just like yore
when her mother died
what happen'd was naught

The midnight climaxeth
with wolf-roars.."Help-me!"
yell'd the girl
like the wolves could harken
her screams and ease her burthen..
but the wolves were long-long gone...

Tears hath cut the rose-scent cheek
Sweat invaded the milky neck
and the torn brassiere..
and desperation grown deep...

****

The storm agin the filthy window
raked sable glass
and the face of the widow
appeareth like a sever'd
canvas enrobed into a shadow..

But 'neath the storm
it befell that in the woods
where young-ladies sprung ,
invoked by retribution spells
ariseth from their cells from hell..
anon to scourge the countess's flesh

The fire burnt higher in the chimney
as portal to the underworld
and the room,devastated
by her wrath-laid in blight
where lights and shadows
on the bloody floor hath trothplight.

But her mind flew in the spinney
where the young wanton still lived
agin her will...
and a raven filleth the vacant place
in a shadow and succumbed to her will.
Over the wintery ghyll the
storm of snow grown colder and ill..

****

"Forlorn.Forlorn..."
whispered the girl-
as life bade farewell-
and yore her mind hath go..

She was a little girl-
but a woman now who was
chased ceaseless by death...
Snowflakes fell as the
chime from the bellfry slowly dieth
and the midnight was set..
****
The moon like a lustre
without consent
caged under it's pernicious rays
the bitches's souls as they were sent slowly...
to hell...
Thenceforth the confines
'twixt worlds becometh the
nethermost depth...
****

Love with the unlit

2011-11-13T05:10:00.000-08:00

The forest in silver enshrouded
ripped the moon that sprunged
like a lustra in a no way room,
but with it's last beam
it o'erthrew a ray
to the manor's window

With onyxed eyes
she slept
as the depth
of the hell
requested her
to be the bridesmaid of death..
... when the wings of night
flew from her eyes
the image of a man
remained graven in her mind..

She saw him every sunset
and every morning alike,
on a pale horse
fleeing the ravines of her dreams
and whispering one name
"Racogzy!!!"..

"Yes,Racogzy's the name!!!"-
the countess tell to the damsel
that fell on the bed with interest..

"He's haunting my dreams
and wakes me wet
when I awake..
Dressed up in diamonds
that have no glitt
when in the chamber unlit
he undresses me
and then flees
in his castle
where a parchement's tongue
yiearns for the taste of ink.....

But devils awaited
in the nethermost shadows
where their phantasies
hurled over walls
blood spilled from the whores..
and masterbating
in the front of the mirror
that shown the lone
Bathory....
And when she fell in carnal desire
and with barbed wire
she beaten the virgins 'till death
Satan himself made her
lick bloody-wet flesh
of the cunt...

Eons ago
when from chaos our world was moulded
she had been designed
by the single spark of deviltry ,
from the stars which alligned
under the coil of darkness...
And when she was borned
that mocking spark of deviltry
requested Her back...