(1998)
To oppose Crown & Country / The curse of the Medieval Ages.
#GothicHistory #Medieval
I awake each morn to chase the clo… In the race from nine to five, And firmly placed am I, in this d… Upon my flight to stay alive. I peruse the paper with my morning…
When the twilight foretells of dar… Then shall the candle burn And I await the spirit of magic With the hope it will return. I hearken closely unto the silence
Swords are raised and battles foug… Thus poets live beyond the grave, For there are warriors who are poe… Tho’ not to pen a stave. There are poets of the battles fou…
Ghostly lights suffuse the churchy… Old phantoms lurk nigh every stone And the night wind gusts the barre… Above this hallowed loam. There in prayer one silent sentine…
Love hath touched me sated so, Lingered by a kiss, Thus the blesséd of each night Brings promise unto this; And yet she keeps amid the mist
I shan’t e’er embroil my mind with… Or conflict my soul with doubt, When I’ve applied myself whole-he… In result to end in rout; Thus unto my thoughts I dwell dee…
O’ within me love lies fallow, Sorrows thus are mine, Like flowers within a garden Amidst the winter’s rime! Shall love e’er hide its beauty
There afar in yon darkened keep, Beyond my casement high, Stands the stone of an angel lost That yet earthly lingers nigh. The wind blows, the mist flows,
I’ve reclined amidst this nightly… And leaned mine ear into the still… Shall angels sound, or sirens sing… What this night shall silence brin… The silent darkness besets mine ea…
O’ farewell, peaceful dreams, As I repose this night to sleep, For conflict has dimmed another da… Beyond the threshold of my keep! Alas, I am harried by uncertainty…
Weary grey has dimmed the day, Woe as thus to come my way And laden lay upon my mind, Its dark distracting sorrows! Grey this day may thus convey
Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
He returned home from the war, but… For he returns to the war that he… He keeps in silence the torments t… As they are tethered to the deeds… He returned home from the war, but…
Casting dark upon a vacant page Ghosts appear expressing rage And mirrored too in grim despair Troubles loom of which I bear! Tho’ each thought lay blesséd not,
Though all around her have fallen, Yet she keeps the fight; No insurmountable odds deter her, Nor an army’s might; She does not bow to intimidation,