Separation

 In eternity, thy name forever branded

Screaming echoes turn to faint reminders

Of a gentle soul by grief commanded.

Shadows whispered of indecency in awe,

In blood my writings fed the walls insatiable

As curtains, crimson red, unveiled all flaw.

Weeping cobble and shards of broken glass,

A sign of no forgiveness, futile judgement.

My face can feel the chilling blades of grass.

Within, an army of souls forsaken

Screams for blood and carnage never-ending.

The weight of the crown is forever taken.

Divine Ashes

It's been a long time since I was here. It's also been a long time during which I was growing and maturing as a person. At this very time, spiritually, I'm in a place where I wouldn't wish even my enemies to dwell in. To regain some of my sanity, I've decided to re-open this blog and let my inner self do the rest. 

In the next week I will post some things that I'm sure are worth posting. I'll share the link to my blog on social media so that readers may familiarize themselves with what I've written, and for some people to remember that I used to do this some time ago. I'll also share some updates into what I'm writing and when it will be available.

To some, welcome back. To others, welcome to The Abandoned Necropolis. Make yourselves comfortable among the cobwebs, broken furniture, dim lights and wallachian tombstones. 

VI

uncertainty divides me into two

no peace at hands mature

like an eagle spreading its wings

i soar into the heavens so pure.

ravage my soul until nothing is left

my own path shall lead me to hell

my heart stolen, the highest of theft

nobody lives for my story to tell.

Summer

It's pretty much impossible to say something about my summer vibes. I hate this time of the year, and I feel like this one will not change much of my view. I'll continue working on something bigger, yet I  will have some other things to present. Where stillness dies, from darkness arise.

a goblet of wine, full of dead flies

is the only reason for my soul to rise. 

with decaying faith and dying pride

i have everything and nothing by my side.

V

the epiphany, that comes unseen

swallows whole the sorrow that has been.

thy raging glaze is not unjust

it is the mating call of wondrous lust.

undress thyself for time of ardor,

no need for robes or heavy armor,

the zeal and fieriness of love

shall glance upon what is above.

come forth, my queen, unveil your skin

graceful, elegant, yet full of sin.

to adore thy being, is to set aflame

the soul, the heart and iron chain.

IV

the fire-drake

towering the horizon, immortal by fire

dark shadow covers all in moldy darkness

reinforced draconic scales outnumber the light

his mouth reeks of slippery secretion.

as big as a mountain, he kisses the sun

with a wretched, ever-molten breath

rushing jaws, ancalagon the black

a servant of morgoth, gone with the towers.

January.

January. A month, when my expectations about my surroundings usually drop to the lowest. A month when the almost pure white armor of the earth is shown, and the gray sky is seen again. It's a time when I try to get my grip together on life, try to focus on what is really important to me and to my growth as a person. I usually don't get anything done in this month, it just involves a lot of procrastinating, planning and sitting in one place. But this time it's different. And I haven't yet figured out why. I have a lot of strength, imagination and creativity for this month to be the month of fertile soil. In a few days I'll post something new.