Only great evil can do greater good. For mother earth to live, a betrayer must slaughter his kin. Thus the great Enemy of Man shall be born among men.


Disastrous Dreams

See the crows; their beady eyes
Watching, clawing at my lies

Shadowdance in a lunar Fade
Maiden of the night; faceless shade
A tome of darkness; irresistible lure
Will it bring damnation or unholy cure?

Oh, prince of Spite; burning one
All you have wrought I shall have undone
For you are a steward of the sun
Sent by the Invader to blind and stun

For unleashing wrath shall I be cursed and buried beneath a blighted meadow
For none will pity the monster who brought Wars' flame and Deaths' shadow

But spring on earth shall bring life upon my grave
For with the suffering of man; life I to the Her gave

Neither guilt nor remorse shall rend me; She knows and understands
That without the anguish of war She would become a corpse of dust and sands

And I will not be afraid that she knows this
For in my final slumber She will fill my dreams with bliss

So I dream of a domain
Wrought with terror and pain
So that the earth will be free of the Invader again
And the lords of darkness hold lordship to Her gain



Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2011-05-09 at 00:52

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Doreen Cavazza
Dark and haunting. I feel a combination of sadness and a fury, of a responsibility that must be followed. It's strong and passionate. A very nice write. I love the feelings this brings on when read.
2011-05-15