Thoughts Unbound…

A love undying as the green blade of grass…
Passion that of the ocean swells
Thoughts such as the ever imminent moon
Minds with dark visions quell

I live 'tween a hermit and a bounty fiend
With shifts like the reign of wind
Flowing uncharted, unbound and free
In search of a reason that feigns to live

A scribe, I write, words the life blood replace
Growing beyond the sea and shore
Visions unbound, oft new realities found
My verve strengthened as it grows!

Born not of a mighty blood or creed
Nor from a warrior who in the battle bled
From an unknown past I rise unhindered
To an unknown future I flee unheeded

The future, a dark dawn I see
Built by drones of the human need
Feeding off morals that once raised the world
Now the demise of humanity

The bleak future an oracle shan't predict
Nor can this scribe be held true
But past remains uncharted, unknown
Old mistakes are committed anew!

In awe I stand of the human reign…
The plush society and the Champagne glass
The opulent lives and the many deeds
Yet in dust they may breathe their last!

Abound with pathos this mortal meek
A being of the carnal lust
Yet guises of ethics remain
The corrupt soul runs-a-muck

Who am I to question or care?
How can I a judgment pass?
Though in my mind a different thought reflects
Yet I am cloaked in the very cast!

Avenger

The setting sun, a crimson sky
The dusk is born, another day dies…
It approaches dark, as the fear sinks in
The known is gone, unknown begins!

Bringer of darkness, a pale moon shines
Afraid of the dark, meek creatures whine
Out comes Kreator, the darkness grows
Shrouds the world, another dream sours

Visions of shadows, the keepers of Anathema
Lost secrets all revived…
To the known universe a parallel born
Claming the skies, his reign prolongs!

Spilled blood, dark slivers,
Despot monsters night creatures all
Defiled living, untamed demons
Escape their earthly forms

True faces, grotesque smiles…
Unraveled by night, earthly masks, they fall!
Rituals, rites by night performed,
A pyre fostered for the innocuous ones

Gashed remains from the pyre dealt
A funeral of the innocent held
Appeasing the powers that be
Another soul into the darkness melts

Bring forth the Kreator, a siren sings
Another meal for his ghastly whims
Scalding screams, escape, unflattering sounds
A scrumptious meal, for a nightly count

Another dusk, so begins
Souring sights abundant seen
Despised, abhorred many fears grow
Little ones cower, mothers in tow

The reign so prolonged,
His oppression out performed,
Fear and hate bred his fate
As foretold by the sirens song

A lonely babe of a land lost,
The son of a father slain
Bred in treachery and guise
He grew to stake the claim

Erred not the siren when she the future told…
Rose a slayer of the shrouding hand
Born of a blood mighty, untamed
With wrath, the world proclaimed!

Selfish, unsympathetic, a passion dwells
In vagrant needs one does not quell
Conquer he shall the world he claimed
Un-flinched, untainted by emotions he remained

The dusk deepened, the darkness grew
A sharpened sense of verve brewed
All beings their days safely kept
Away from the watchful eye the warrior crept…

Into his domain he walked unseen,
Unknown his corruption began
Kreator breathed easy still
The day of his doom was at hand…

There lay Kreator,
Midst of his mighty work
Chaos engulfed the once green earth
Quelled all in fear and in rage, well ripened for his taste