Heart of the Corona

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Echoes of the future Have filtered through time There will be no light... Ablaze within The divine spectrum Remnants of an enchanted past Have fallen The swollen tides of conviction Engender desolation Crying into deaf ears As a voluminous portent Is sifted swiftly into dust Its particles woven Into an ominous tapestry (Over)cast upon our blindness Playing the instruments of betrayal Heedless of deception Sparks ignite Kindling dormant embers Giving way to the fire of comprehension The torch shall be passed on Limitless are the horizons That beckon us Upon the path of resplendence As rainbows are released from their prisms Keeping the heart of the corona Beating until the end of time

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Dust flies through the air The weightless strings Scintillating reminders of unknown struggles Antediluvian fields caked with crimson Encased in frigid air Swallowed by northern ice Within the glacial rocks Their message still lies Resting undisturbed In a permanent state of torpor Primordial civilizations vast in scope Diminished by a fatal flaw Competed for dominion Their fate - unobserved Their warning - unheeded Artists' and philosophers' achievements Musicians' works of art Cast aside by lust - What they were now is lost Consumed by time, sealed for eternity A frozen catacomb their sole legacy The haughty creed of vainglorious lords Locked their fate in the lovely cold

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

I am lonely - I am not alone We are together Pleasure concomitant with pain Joy and sorrow intertwine On life's verdant tendrils Ever so black Dull ache crouches on my chest Stupidity a curse Intelligence a burden Innocence is bliss My need for more - inconsequential Symbiotic relationship (With wallowing in sadness) Not for others - not for us United in our solitude Contentedly wasting our lives I want to exchange my gift Fate chooses my thread As life unravels You never put the thread back - Back into place As black as my life As dark as my thread As strong as concrete As weak as thought Drown it for a moment Choke it by the throat Sever its air... kill it I scream so loudly But I cannot hear myself ...Anymore Pain dulls through repetition Part played incessantly The same night over the next exact Easy to deny the boredom (Simply ignore the guilt) Of doing what we have done Of doing what I have done Join in loneliness We shall rise... never... eternally We hang below the neophytes The strand splitting (Evidence only in electric pulses of memory Twisted around my life's verdant tendrils Ever so black) Dilemma we only wish for (Hopes unanswered) As we drift into yesterday Will I see tomorrow It's a million years away...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

In recurring dreams The delphis speaks Carrying upon the open sea Priests to the temple Of the king of the gods To behold the prophecy Oh great Colossus All the world doth shine In the splendor of The oracle's shrine And in the golden light Of the opulent flame That floats atop The heavenward sea The servants have traveled Far and wide For only to stand by The oracle's side Whilst Pythia bathe In glistening Castalian springs And sip of Kassotis... As visions appear before the stone... "I can fly - on wings of gold Up to heaven - one with me I send my soul out to thee Set me free" Trembling they speak Of all that is to be Master of the lyre And thy muses fair Thy will command attention As thy chariot soars Through the air

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Residing amongst eternity Experiencing the gravity of time And the grave nature of limitations Surrounded on all sides By the eternally recurring Spring of knowledge Yet unable to drink (Sharing Tantalus' fate, lacking cognizance Of Plato's object of perfection) To charm the sphere Is to control perfection To possess the sphere Crystal glowing with white heat An elusive dream Like those that slip Through the fingers of the mind Entranceways of possibility Take on a warm effulgence Through shards of the sphere Containing a duality of tactile sensations The ghosts of occurrence Rattle their chains And emit mocking tones But the light of our shards Illuminates their form... Translates their speech And weaves their silvery words Into grails of knowledge Forming the fashioned cups From which we may sip And collect the droplets of wisdom That radiate outward From the fissures within Incandescent - The sapient spring To charm the sphere Is to alter reality Entranceways of possibility Extend dimensions Relinquish their opaque nature To our shards of the sphere

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025