Annihilation

Launch went as I predicted.

 

Which was what?

 

Abysmally.

 

*visualises a leather-clad gang of chiseled, sinewy barbarians called "The Face Eaters" - somewhat like a medieval Hells Angels- who develop a bad reputation for abducting travellers from isolated Verdantis backroads
As per barbarian custom, the men wash only once per year whereas the wenches must wash every other month or after childbirth
After death, the body is pinned to the earth and eviscerated, before being consumed

 

So many shudders of the flesh,
in the night
So many moons turned dark,
on the bloodshot sea
So many horrors will steal away,
the last light
And then the powers of darkness,
forever will be.........

THROUGH the blackness came astride a Destrier,
a knight on whom the moonlight glanced
As the Mystics prophesised
Omnibenevolent and wise

THERE knelt the knight before a dead damsel
Lost, was she forevermore
Nevermore to grace his door,
at his vainglory implore

HE was nothing but a wretch,
'till she spurned him
Whom no Virtue could avail
'Till his heart she did assail,
with sweet mys'try and beguile.........

 

Sojourners lost,
in waves of night
Liberate love,
at loves bequest,
and in darkness drowned...

Where no moon shines,
no goodness lies
Long stranded,
like a snag,
caught deep among the river reeds...

Sojourners lost
Sojourners found
Never art gone
They art unbound...

Sojourners lost
Sojourners found
'Till beauties light,
again is found...

I dreamed of the last ever starling,
gliding with the moonlight on her wings
And through the dark of the wandering eons-
silently she sings...

A rose – bursting into blooms,
of bright crimson
The stars – encapsulating light
Earth + Heaven - burning bright
Believe in these,
never the night...

Where no moon shines,
no goodness lies
Long stranded,
in the shadows,
of the mountains at the end of all your dreams...

Sojourners lost
Sojourners found
Never art gone
They art unbound...

Sojourners lost
Sojourners found
'Till beauties light,
again is found.........

 

Test

 

Lord hymn – Sojourners Lost – She Walks The Moors/Lovelorn

Tread solemnly into darkness
Seek out venture's and enterprises
Through the lichen-entangled forest lies door to a world of wonders...

The moon is shining on your sullen, ashen face and a mist is rising somewhere 'yond the meadow
With kindness and tenderness, judiciousness, governance
You must impress upon a fine endearing gent a thought of music climbing on enchanted air
With voices soaring, all-imploring, the graciousness and wisdom of thy Lord...

Sojourners lost in waves of night
Liberate love at loves bequest, in the pale moonlight...
Where no moon shines and no day dawns
No goodness do these secluding and majestic walls adorn...
Once irons bent to my burning will now waves of night render it so still...
Through night and day and day and night
Between the folds of the dark and light...
Were no moon shines and no sun burns
No further can the light intrude into this dreary tomb...

Sojourners lost
Sojourners found
Where evil lies brave men art bound
Between the night and bridge of day
Inside a secret hide-away...

Silk blankets flow between our bodies, like a river in the moonlight, as we slowly drown...
No more complete
No more the wise
Forever flowing in the waves of night...
Where no moon shines and no day dawns
No goodness do these secluding and majestic walls adorn...

She walks the moors in waves of night
She walks the moors in beauty-bright
Her heart is lost and her soul is drowned...
Forever lost in the waves of night
Forever cold and without a light
No more the blessed
No more the cursed
So much is damned but it could be worse...

You must impress upon a fine endearing gent a thought of music climbing on the chantry air
With voices soaring, all-imploring, the graciousness and wisdom of thy Lord...

 

Lopol's Rebuttal

Youth is a miracle
A clear crystal
The purest diamond
A fleeting chronicle
Of one who is dying

 

Thought for the day:

Funding the devs livelihoods is NOT OUR JOB.

 

'untitled'

a joyous psalm
exulta