Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
10-10-2018, 04:36 PM
In Horror, As He Mumbled His Darkened Verses
Part One
You sent your black stallions to herd weak human sheep
their fiery deaths caused cowards to moan and weep
as towering flames spread hot ashes and burnt smell
naked shadows were born from that red glowing Hell.
Of falling spirits cast from highest mountain ledges
found are darkened and eternal damning pledges
oaths to prevent lounging in fire and hot brimstone
of no value, shallow words never wicked deeds atone.
In midnight hours, your slaves beg to soothe your dark
instill fear, murder and let savagery be their known mark
those symbols of evil in this cold and sad earthen plane
are but futile attempts to deadliest of powers, dare regain!
You sent your black stallions to herd weak human sheep
their fiery deaths caused cowards to moan and weep
as towering flames spread hot ashes and burnt smell
naked shadows were born from that red glowing Hell.
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 9th, 1975
From, (Cauldron of Dark Verses) (Part One)
Note- Presenting this now - written in ancient time it now seems-Tyr
As this is the month that evil flies into plain sight*
Ghouls and goblins stir forth on dark Halloween night*
As happy children race to gather candy and more*
Evil waits to deliver its heaps of blood and gore*
Best watch as wicked imps dance to ply their trade*
For they are of darkest death and so hellishly made*
(abbreviated version of unfinished poem written on same journal page)....
Part One
You sent your black stallions to herd weak human sheep
their fiery deaths caused cowards to moan and weep
as towering flames spread hot ashes and burnt smell
naked shadows were born from that red glowing Hell.
Of falling spirits cast from highest mountain ledges
found are darkened and eternal damning pledges
oaths to prevent lounging in fire and hot brimstone
of no value, shallow words never wicked deeds atone.
In midnight hours, your slaves beg to soothe your dark
instill fear, murder and let savagery be their known mark
those symbols of evil in this cold and sad earthen plane
are but futile attempts to deadliest of powers, dare regain!
You sent your black stallions to herd weak human sheep
their fiery deaths caused cowards to moan and weep
as towering flames spread hot ashes and burnt smell
naked shadows were born from that red glowing Hell.
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 9th, 1975
From, (Cauldron of Dark Verses) (Part One)
Note- Presenting this now - written in ancient time it now seems-Tyr
As this is the month that evil flies into plain sight*
Ghouls and goblins stir forth on dark Halloween night*
As happy children race to gather candy and more*
Evil waits to deliver its heaps of blood and gore*
Best watch as wicked imps dance to ply their trade*
For they are of darkest death and so hellishly made*
(abbreviated version of unfinished poem written on same journal page)....