Wild mouths will bite thee: a Poem.

[Satanic Path]

So for some strange reason I really love ancient english but I can't really use it, and it so difficult to find archaic words.
This is just a poem dedicated at persecuted, murdered people.
As always, through my dark view.

"My lover glares in my poem's womb,
crucified he can yet feel our mirror asunder.
Hung in slaughter, still fearless he longs for me,
tells of the wonder,
his wild mouth now chants yonder.

Thou dwell here, thou breath me.
Reveal me, dream walker, that in beauty
Wild mouths will bite thee.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
the dawn irises welcome the sea.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
when the bee crowns the tree.

Thou withered away, and in our last beams,
I led thou, I gave thou, I flew in thou.
In that gloom, I buried our flares under
my capsized earth.
Below that starry stygian lawn, we've sunken in the deep.

I sung thou, softly, the coming.
And as thou avount to reviveds' ballad,
thy shade I send it upon wisdom's zephyr,
the morrow she tenderly murmurs our people...

Wild mouths will bite thee,
their lips shall drink and charm.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
shriek roaring magnificence,
sing as the stone bleeds."


Hope you liked it, if that made any sense.
Inspired by my beloved, forever-chosen darkness, and Satan,the King.

[Shadowcat]

So for some strange reason I really love ancient english but I can't really use it, and it so difficult to find archaic words.
This is just a poem dedicated at persecuted, murdered people.
As always, through my dark view.

"My lover glares in my poem's womb,
crucified he can yet feel our mirror asunder.
Hung in slaughter, still fearless he longs for me,
tells of the wonder,
his wild mouth now chants yonder.

Thou dwell here, thou breath me.
Reveal me, dream walker, that in beauty
Wild mouths will bite thee.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
the dawn irises welcome the sea.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
when the bee crowns the tree.

Thou withered away, and in our last beams,
I led thou, I gave thou, I flew in thou.
In that gloom, I buried our flares under
my capsized earth.
Below that starry stygian lawn, we've sunken in the deep.

I sung thou, softly, the coming.
And as thou avount to reviveds' ballad,
thy shade I send it upon wisdom's zephyr,
the morrow she tenderly murmurs our people...

Wild mouths will bite thee,
their lips shall drink and charm.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
shriek roaring magnificence,
sing as the stone bleeds."


Hope you liked it, if that made any sense.
Inspired by my beloved, forever-chosen darkness, and Satan,the King.

Now THIS one i like alot! . Really deep and intense. Dark imagery. Nice job

[Satanic Path]

Thank you so much my brother.
Now I guess you understand why people are afraid of me or tend to not understand me.
Because the moment before I can be one thing, the moment later a total different one.
I can go from flowers to bullets very quickly, and I love it.
A smile, and then a grin.
I just like to be more than "one", as people say in their boring view.
If I had been born in the middle age, I would have been burnt.
It bring so much honour to be aware of such thing.
As it brings honour to be part of the most persecuted people (Us), or to be European and Italian and most of all White.
To know that my country knew Hitler and was also loved by Him, or that Leonardo Da Vinci has blessed our land with His mind.


I may have been there, as many of you, this really explains my cruel thoughts for certain people. My hatred does feel very old, and it's strange.