Namelessnumber
13th Oct 01, 4:03 PM
O what can ail thee, sorcerer red,
Bathed in ionic indigo?
The nomad moon has smoothed her lock,
And no songs flow.
O what can ail thee, sorcerer red,
So bitter in your crimson woe?
Friend and kindred join thee now,
In harvests sow.
I see a flower in thy midst,
Pinned on thy chest, if thou had heart-
Faded and sans life anew,
Of steel and blood.
-
I met a lady in the stars,
Face acankered but passions true.
Her scent was fierce, her visage too,
And to her I drew.
I lit the skies for her embrace
With shooting stars and sunlets bright.
She turned her sight to face me square,
And showed no fright.
I flew past on my winged steed,
Smelled naught else but the shore.
Yet still she came without relent-
’bove rubies bore.
The air did swell as my cage grew,
While she kissed without restrain.
My heart soared to her red red lips,
To be born again.
Betwixt the others I was but one,
Soldiers, comrades, endless flesh-
All subject to her beast’s desire,
One living mesh.
Now and forever I was enthralled,
Yet true immortal bliss I found,
Sans pain nor worry with my new love,
Where I belonged.
But then the yet unbound did come,
With fiery lance and death aglow.
Thus she was torn asunder, gone,
And no songs flow.
’tis what ails my bitter ‘heart’,
My lover dead by righteous blow.
But I yet seek her in the stars,
In harvests sow.
--
A song for the villain, my personal celebration of finishing Cataclysm.
Remember, the last movie did say the end of the Naggarok was not the end of the beast for years to come. :rolleyes:
P.S Double points if you know where this originally came from
Bathed in ionic indigo?
The nomad moon has smoothed her lock,
And no songs flow.
O what can ail thee, sorcerer red,
So bitter in your crimson woe?
Friend and kindred join thee now,
In harvests sow.
I see a flower in thy midst,
Pinned on thy chest, if thou had heart-
Faded and sans life anew,
Of steel and blood.
-
I met a lady in the stars,
Face acankered but passions true.
Her scent was fierce, her visage too,
And to her I drew.
I lit the skies for her embrace
With shooting stars and sunlets bright.
She turned her sight to face me square,
And showed no fright.
I flew past on my winged steed,
Smelled naught else but the shore.
Yet still she came without relent-
’bove rubies bore.
The air did swell as my cage grew,
While she kissed without restrain.
My heart soared to her red red lips,
To be born again.
Betwixt the others I was but one,
Soldiers, comrades, endless flesh-
All subject to her beast’s desire,
One living mesh.
Now and forever I was enthralled,
Yet true immortal bliss I found,
Sans pain nor worry with my new love,
Where I belonged.
But then the yet unbound did come,
With fiery lance and death aglow.
Thus she was torn asunder, gone,
And no songs flow.
’tis what ails my bitter ‘heart’,
My lover dead by righteous blow.
But I yet seek her in the stars,
In harvests sow.
--
A song for the villain, my personal celebration of finishing Cataclysm.
Remember, the last movie did say the end of the Naggarok was not the end of the beast for years to come. :rolleyes:
P.S Double points if you know where this originally came from