Thy Darken Dreams Ov Astral Mourn...

 

The wind...
Cold as the fullmoon high...
In the darken sky...
Carries a weak fragrence of blood...
Shaking the dull curtains of eastern nights,
As I settled down beside the black rivers of sigh..
Chanting thy ethereal rhymes...

Deep down in the blasphemous forest...
Where all mortal creations hide
And all demons diguised
By the eastern curse... that enthrones thy sins...
Sentenced to be drifted... as obedient blind...

Where the soulwinds of wizdom... strike the sky...
Twilight of kingdoms of dimmest sight,
Carrying the anguish of thy immortal path...
Upon glumness of intense grimness
Invoking thy darken dreams to come... As they hath...
Soon... the astral mourn shall call for thee...
Through a purest soul to glumth...

Saddness and such mystic viel of truth
Disclosing the ancient treasures of mind
Where the astral thoughts of thee,
Shaped as sacramental rhymes...
Dreams of astral mourn... Spawned by the secrets of moon...
Dark...
As the shimmering lights of dim thuds...

Despair...
As pure prayer worshipes the fake...
And waiting the virtuous grace, From his enthroned gods above...

Raged...
As daemonical moon-fogged chant,
Summoning the mortal spirits... Of the anguished path...

Old...
As the ageless earthly sky above
Brought the darken dreams of astral mourn...
Through this chained centuries, To reveal the secrets of moon...
Such as a melancholic life... inside a deathlike glove...
Claiming thee to chamber thy souls,
For comes thou...
Remaining thy morbid rites, as graveless cathedralic holes...

 

( © 2006 - All Rights Reserved Belial (A.Z.Alh) )

Reviews

[Michael X]

I wish I wrote this, reminds me of the souls cause and reasoning and being, the defining moment, the
pinnicle essence projection and the moment, reminds me of the first time I projected and at one point
on the rise I passed through A Hindu God that looked just like Shiva, but it was more hanious, I could
sense it was dark and in many ways it scared me but I kept acending what seemed like an upward motion,
although I passed again on the decend.. it was amazing experience. there is an immense depth
and true nature to this stunning poem that is enlightening.

[A.r. Bazian]

i can sense the flames of hell in the dark breezes of the forest!
eternal tears of lingering agony!
in the depths of your own soul!
take good care

i like!
keep it up!

long live rock 'n roll
and hail the gods of traditional metal!

[poddar kushal]

a cllage of a poem with multilayered dreamscape... i like it.