Ghost Light

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Oh beautiful earth, dearest mother Now I know who you are and cherish you like no other But for as long as I can remember I had this crazy notion As a wizard of old I was meant to sail the shoreless cosmic ocean So I sought Atlantis, I crawled through crag and mire To find all the hidden answers that this heart doth desire No shores offered harbour though world’s wonders I have seen The circle was closed at last with the Guild of the Thirteen Their ranks have swelled since then, all grey wolfs of shore and sea Now, the fabled masters of Mediterranean melancholy So here I build my kingdom, my hearth and my haven The time to rest has come at last for this tired old raven From the darkest depth of the abyss that is my soul I always sought the one thing that could make me whole Usually life serves only insult to an ailing injury Yet in the strangest of places I found a cure for this elder misery The mind always pulled North, yet the heart paid no heed To the legends that ran mouth-to-mouth As alluring and compelling as they all might seem at times This soul belongs to the South

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

An old familiar place on an otherwise uneventful day Just a quick drink I said to myself, so come what may And there I saw you as you waltzed across the room all unassuming But in your wake you wreaked havoc all-consuming Dumbstruck by your air, far braver than your looks Deep went the nails, deep you sunk your hooks And as we said our goodbyes come morning I knew I was lost to the daughter of summer dawning I wonder if the trees Feel the falling of their leaves Will the rose come to mourn The loss of her thorn As the universe came to loath The time that we were apart Till the end of all things Two pieces of the same heart So into the sunset we chose to ride, all guns blazing, just like Bonnie and Clyde Genuine heroes of our age and time, in life and death, forever, partners in crime And long after the blue flies have their victory dance I'll still sing you to sleep with tales of our great romance Even when this rotting bones reach lovingly for the waning sun I'll hold you in my arms for even in death our time has just begun

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

We lay together in the shadow Of an old wych elm tree Kisses were stolen and Sweetnesses exchanged in secrecy The sun crept through the leaves Making strange shapes on its way Casting shadows on your smiling face Making me think you’re one of the fay With my head in your lap Fitfully resting for a moment fleeting Still unaware of the greater powers at play I think I heard a second beating Though one of strength and courage There are no elfin magics in this tale Just wildly unexpected news Silently whispered in that vale Oh bliss! Oh joy! Yet words Awkwardly stumble on the tongue Blindsided by emotions overwhelming As ones in songs of yore were sung An army of two we were, Always alone against this realm Four, now I count in the shadow Neath the old wych elm For the love of those sweet little sorrows, From dungeon dark to the highest peak Gladly I would venture forth For so seldom we are granted what we truly seek

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Beautiful beyond measure and words, it shines pristine Yet a light scratch on the surface reveals the rot within The golden land of plenty, that's how the story goes Is it gone? Was it ever there? A fact that no one knows All the pieces on the board are known and familiar to my eye But the rules of the game still elude me no matter how hard I try This can't be real, surely just a badly written fable The worst kind of degenerates are invited to the table All the masks will come off and the veils will fall In this rigged game of chess bound to doom us all As ill begotten sons on pedestals of gold are raised And for their failures, as gods of old are praised Still trying to wrap my head around it, as it made no sense My eyes were forcefully opened to this cognitive dissonance A disheartening paradox that no one wants to address For those that listen are few and seem to care even less

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

The flickering streetlight offered no solace tonight With the sound of the traffic but a distant hum I find myself walking another dead end street In the ghost town that we have become Is there no solace for us?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Tough my sails have long been torn I’m still trying to make waves But as of late I feel that my soul has been spread too thin Nevertheless, headlong into the fray there’s still a war to win In defiance and pride I stand as an unmovable isle As nature spews forth its darkest bile These shores naught but bones bleached marble white A testament of mother nature's ungodly might Most intricate knot of schemes and lies I still have to uncoil Before I bestow this tired old bones to the blackest soil Be cautious of men that have the power To cause grave misery They're already breathing down our necks Each one of them sworn to deviltry And mind you kind Sirs these are troubling times The zenith of morale is so oddly low these days That even dwarfs cast long shadows But what an opportunity to witness mankind in its death throes So if I had only one song to make the world know that I’m here now And If I wanted to make even the gods weep These are the lines I would sing with all my heart As I bestow this wretched body to the deepest deep Beware of the beast that calls itself man A faint glint of a fang reveals the smile The fancy attire might conceal the hide But not their true faces grey with guile

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

Oh beautiful earth, mother dearest what has become of you lately? Have you been so lost in your own grief that you failed to notice the misery of others? But you haven’t called men of integrity as sons of yours for a long time now, mother. Tell me, do you already mourn the loss of their minds? Does your soil hunger for their bones? Now these lesser sons of greater fathers are all that’s left to inherit this jewel And in a cruel resemblance of life the stage was set for the play to begin Behold the spectacle of a kingdom dying in all its beauty and glory A carnival of the macabre to appease the exotic taste of the rich Though history had its twists and turns, just to laugh at our mistakes It still had one last brutal lesson left to teach One last time I went to the shore to bury all my hate but instead I buried my head in my hands and wept I wept for the ones leaving as hard as I did for those staying behind Now it’s time to bid my farewell as I have overstayed my welcome by years now mother A soft kiss on the cheek before I leave and a broken promise of returning

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025