NyctenFlam

Undefeated
Yes we may die but we die with our teeth in their throats
Yes we may die but we die with their blood on our swords
Yes we may die but we die with our name on their lips
Yes we may die and the reaper is near
        and he cuts a great swath and he claims a great tithe but he's ours
        so we stand by his side with no fear and
Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well

Yes we may die but we die with the wind in our eyes
Yes we may die but we die with the drums in our veins
Yes we may die but the war horns still howl and we rise
Yes we may die but we die in our prime
        and old age can not wither our arms or our blades or our pride
        and our legends last long past old men, so
Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well

Yes we may die but mere death is not always defeat
Yes we may die but mere life is not all we can win
Yes we may die but the blood of our line never pales
Yes we may die and leave sweethearts behind,
        but leave sons and leave daughters to take up the sword and revenge,
        and our memories will push them like fire, so
Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well

Yes we may die but we die on our feet, not our knees
Yes we may die but we die in our lines, not our beds
Yes we may die and the doors of Valhalla swing wide
Yes we may die but the short road to glory
        is paved with our blood and the foes' broken swords and it's ours
        and the stars will blaze bright with our deeds, so
Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well
Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well.

~hope~

Written in the sands of time, found only in the blood of rhyme,
whispered by the tongues of old, for this there is no single mold,
unheld be hands of any who came, left pure but tis never the same,
tainted words fo jaded love,bitter regret fo the dove,
for intombs and graves that lie, known is this to never die,
written in the stars above,settled in twilights velvet glove,
found to have no time nor date, melded with the strings of fate,
untouched by slaving moral ways,does she sit and count the days,
waiting for one to remember her name, stronger then and why she came.
~Hope~

~Shadow Fire~

Roses born of ebon fire, from ashes risen new desire
Born of talents rare and old, Washed from places of stories told
Once the hearts of men were true, once the honor abound they knew,
humbled all the great elite, Fallen now unto deciet
razor wire wall humanities claim, Taught from birth another game
Raised in etiquette proper and rare, Born a lady with firey care
No fears to haunt these saphire eyes, only shadows the edges prize
Held fast to once an old resolve, Rite' followed the path evolve,
To what knowledge can we find the key, between the secounds are the
moments of immortality.
We are not of flesh and bone, not whichcan be carved in stone,
Born of aeyr our souls complete, trying to understand ourselves
nature's elite
Whispered once on toungues of old, in places far of stories told,
Lay in silence now held bare, So few left and less to care,
Of ages doth the phoenix come,oracle of ages the world's undone
One more lost civilization in time, societal worlds the ties untwine
How many lost of shadowed born, how riased to hate in scorn?
how many hearts have fallen bare, stripped of fruit devoid ofcare?
How many sheep blinded at birth, how many talented to never know thier
worth?
What will we become when all is lost, and who will have paid the
piper's cost?
Evolved with nature we leave behind, the society of mundanity those
who are blind.
A gift of birth our talents a psalm, How many born of ebon nyctenflam?

~pheonix~

And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise, just as the moon to bathe the skies. Both of Ethreal, born of light, bathed in darkness shadowed might. Bathed in light and born in darkness, awaken now ,child of sight. Purple hues and jade tint eyes. Pouring forth the raven skies. Gypsy ribbons roads of glass, born in shells of mortal caste. Music flows the ancient tune, fed in crimson transluscent moon. Written in blood, the words of old, bathed in love the rhythms told. Gods forsaken, cries of crow, born of raven child bestow. Walk the road the wind that calls, mornign comes the twilight falls. Water cascades the crimson fire, born of sorrow the child of Aeyr.
Visit now the ancient ruins, child of phoenix the speaker of runes. Born of egypt queen of skies, child of bast the worldly lies. Azure robes of cobalt blue, raised insilence shadows due. Protected fate the destiny wield, child of blade , the wielder yeilds. Walk untouched , immortal scrawl written in crytps the ancients fall. Forgotten toungues speakers of old. Written in psalms the secrets told. Follow now down unkept paths, thru darkness thick and treatcherious falls. Demon heart and angel soul, carry now the moral shoul. Ebon wings and child of grace, born of sorrow the pains erase. Morning fades and so will man, born of hate , the flames they fan. Ray of light the child of hope given now a riesen soap. Hands washed clean, the days to come, crimson lands the battle won.

~Another Breath~

We introspect and psychoanalyze
Build ourselves up just to cut our own ties,
Walking on air we cut our own lines
Plunge thru the ice and tear away blinds.
Perfect ourselves to prove we're not weak,
fortify the fortress 7 days a week.
We are the stone and made of steel
Born to fight the world we feel
Lock it down shut it away,
Label it a weakness, for another day.
We burn ourselves out and to far fly
Hit the ground only again to try.
To ourselves so much to prove,
Build it up to find our groove.
Our wounds we neglect, another's need,
Our hunger's we forget, another to feed.
Wounds become scars and razor tears
Invisible lines hidden like fears.
Sacrifice so another can smile
Raise up their hope just for a while.
Walked in silence, lived in jade,
Born to serve, a reason made.
From pain we feed , our strength impales
our own hearts to bleed on razor rails.
For the ones we love, will love us back
Cry our tears , add white to our black.
One picture a thousand words
Like the snow in december and the flight of birds.

~Castle Of Winds~

Remember me on cold crisp nights,
Where winds will blow with turbulent sights.
Think of me when waters are calm and still,
Where cups never empty and always fill.
Whisper my name on showed winds so soft,
When thru the trees they call your name oft.
Remember me when blizzards caress
and cold lake frozen with an icey dress.
Think of me when nights are crisp and clear
If you do I will always be near.
Whisper my name when the winds embrace
caressing your skin in rain's cold grace.
Remember me in twilights flight,
wrapped in silken velvet cascades of night.
Think of me when all hope is lost
and you are wondering was the price worth the cost
Think of me and you will see.
Near you I will always be.
~castle of winds~

Moonlight Cascade
The scent of silk and leather in the air,
Cascading thoughts most cannot dare.
Glinting steel and as candles drip,
Wrapped in ebony chainmail's grip.
Cascading crimson down marble stair,
Silent words in a dark stare.
The world does shift the lights froze,
Before the feral shadow shows.
Shadows dance and silence falls
On velvet covered stone thick walls
A fresh kill upon his silken lips
Crimson droplets sway to drip
The scent now woven mingled there
Another night in my sadist's Lair.
His breath is slow, the battle begins
In dominance only one wins
Paces forth as blades do dance
In this ebon twilight is my chance.
One more dip, one more sweep
One more shift and one more leap.
Against the wall marked retreat
Hearts race never admit defeat.
Pressed between flesh and stone
Cold steel against a pallid throat shone
Teeth bite into my neck bare
Sweet surrender with out a care
Slowly the Pressure increases
A low soft growl releases
The night had begun
moonlight on pallid skin
The mood is set
Whispering this isnt as good as it will get.

Sadomasochistic dreams
Cryptic word and subtle hints upon the lips of angels,
Crimson stains and blood tipped wings upon the skin of angels,
What a creature born of mirth punishments guide to sanctum solely.
Refuse born of tear razor lines sadist hearts too holy,
Written books of law besought with in the crimson vales.
Held fast in velvet tethers their bondage thus prevails.
Razor wire walls humanity of it's keep caste forth,
wrapped in pallid chains of worth never wings of soreth.
Tie me down your bitter tales like honey on the run,
sharpened blades and candles drip your sanity undone.
Forth come in ebon silk lashed to oaken stay,
Bite the flesh with leather strands not gone affray.
Years will pass and still shall return you I,
For what pleasure held in bondage masochist sigh.
Write my fate in books shall I rewrite the lines
page by page the fates have turned once more a blind eye.
In between the threads I walk my own destiny my name signs.
Sweet sadist thy masochist in fold called forth on ebon wing,
A soft song upon my lips sweet muse I shall I sing?
Of angels with their cryptic words and blood dipped wings.
Of angels whose crimson stains their cage bird song heart sings.
what creature such as this an existance spent in worships call
On bended knee before their king mournfully uphold the law.
Let them lash me with their tethers and cut me with their keep
For every moment of ecstasy from their insanity I shall reap.
 

~love~

For what tis love but the beat of two in the dark
Of that silent regard shared among shared in the passing moment
When the world has stood still for but a moment in it's eternal glance
AS if watching the night flower take full bloom in that instant before it wilts
Or the slow motion of the falling of a rain drop on an october evening
Is it not save the deepening of spirit when all else is forsaken
and that light that guides your way back to that place of peace
Tis it not that moment before the fire ignites the sky
Burning away the darkness in a sweep of it's hand as a held breath
Is it not the dance of the blade song in the stillness of night
and the flicker of the flame upon the shadows of a silent wall
Is it not the broken stillness in the single sound that boils the blood
When you cannot pull your eyes from their entrancement and all fades
When the world blurs around you and for that moment you are still
as if everything has been made crystal clear in that instant
and you understand the essence of life and beauty
When you realize you have not yet lived except for this moment
and weep for it in it's wake as it has caressed something deep inside
A piece you had thought long dead in the faded silent screams
When the horrors have been washed away by the tears of rain drops
and the sorrows have been laid to rest in the heart beats of the moment
For tis love, but the beating of wings on a breeze
and for an instant one instant you are alive again in a world of colour.
The colours fade, the winds die down, the flames burns out
The shadows still once more to darkness and the skies fade to black
The flower wilts and the lights fade, The dance ends in that slow blink
The silence is replaces by static and the entrancement dulls,
The blurs slow and the clearness mysts over, the horrors return
The cream fades, the wings still and the world fades to grey.
But for that moment, that single moment you remember
For an eternity it will be etched into your twilight soul.
For that moment to die a thousands deaths in the thorns
One instant where ever was right and clear and the path new
And for that instant to carry you on in a new hope ignited
Would I bare the world of hell but for a sip of this love once more.