this is a song I just wrote... but I'm not sure it can actually be sung, maybe it needs to be growled, whispered, or spoken in some way...


Knight of the carbon sword



I am a knight of the carbon sword
a one-man army
with sharpened pencils drawn
reborn by the prick of a thorn
bleeding I awake
to embark on a crusade for her sake
to slay the cruel beast
of time long gone
it the sewers of memory
of you and me
the seperated entity
we fall

in different directions
in love or hate
I approach the gate
of the castle of Catharsis

I wait by the gate
of the castle of Catharsis

I am
sick from the wounds from the battles I fought
for the glorious prize
of absolutely naught

once more
a dead wind blows from this cursed shore
set sail
all hail
the guiding light of the moon
staring at me like the very eye of doom
she never blinks
never thinks of me
to her I'm just an accident of twisted silent destiny

a clown in the shadows
cast by the circus queen
she graciously enters the scene
like an angel from an impossible dream

it was rooted in reality
it rose from the ashes of you and me
like a bird of prey
this is a beast I cannot slay

I can only lay and wait
sharpening my carbon sword
waiting for your command
to charge every screaming horde
that seeks to do harm unto you
I am a wall they cannot get through

for all I do
I do in your name
you are the voice of the nightingale
your eyes are starlight eternally pale
you have blinded me
enlightened me
and now I see
to fall in love is better than to just sit still in sanity

I am still falling
and when I hit the bottom of this lion's den
I will crawl back up
and fall
all over again



Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2007-06-25 at 15:46

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