MaesterOlorin

The Writer He wrote in that greatest squall of the passion He wrote the great pastoral My poet writ in red, he gave his edict He carv'ed in the vellum, the master gave his word The writer of my sins, he knew of all my needs The master's sheets were burned My chosen scripter, he'd written all my deeds He tells a tell little listened, but not inheard He fill'd the quire, to remove the diktat His words my soul enthrall He wrote and signed my emancipation © 2005 Daniel (DM) Malone

When sorrow is a blessing, let hope fall as rain when the soul knows it's missing it ne'er forgets the pain It stands against me and seeks my command, I fall to the winter grey and bleak nothing, empty, my soul. O sinful love how I hate thee, you are so foul and malevolent, I can't save it my soul, nothing

From the Lion to the Dryad (part one) Spoke the Lion, "Dear Dryad, You are my brother, My brother My brother Until you are no longer my brother But something more You remind me that man is not lost, Hope is still in him, Though you stand in a storm, A time of wrath and mourning, Know that this age will pass, I have offered you unto the Lord, For there was no better thing that I might do, This is the time of growth and it can hurt, But know that it is a good and right thing," From the Lion to the Dryad (part two) Said the Lion, "Like from the acorn, You are a seedling newly sprung. Do you think that the acorn wishes to be

Eve in the fading of Sehkmet Though to you, by father's oath am I bound, And despite that you wear a lovely face, It is with another, love have I found, One utterly full of kindness and grace. A love that sadly your heart can not know, For yours is laden with evil, hard and cold, So you trekked to the lands far below, Doing as the High Priest Prophet foretold. You followed your father into the lands Of darkness, where you blamed me for your plight, But I did not outcast you by command, You were removed when Light over took Night. Now in that dark land of Ra, where evil's kept, Your burning hate of me was darkly fed Eve, And fro

D;Mdnss (https://www.deviantart.com/dnss):[uv]Syn i am not trying to conquer the world, God, Just get me under control, O' God you know i will go far enough, But it is patience that i lack, It has all turned against me. That which does not seek my death has    abandoned                 me And it's like the earth is stand ing six feet from the edge, And Terra and Hel wanna eat me flesh and soul, And the demons, born of my sin, cry for mother's milk, And i am alone for saken, by mourning's Sun set, And Abandoned by the sun, that bastard-morning-star. And the voices are driving me n-sane, And they all war en my mind, And they seek to tayk mI spirits away, And th

A Heaven Lacking The light of thy heaven, is not enough It is all a dream that turns to dust. A Far hollow cry, full of pain, full of lies, Meaning nothing to me save wasted lives. I hate the damned victims of your bluff, So weak, to die for you. I curse the day You came bearing your counterfeit and Alluring light, may the fires take all… Slowly it all fades, and I can see all these Runes were empty words, with no soul. The light of thy heaven, is not enough It is all a dream that turns to dust.  And What can I do but cry my crimson tears. All this rage is empty in the end, I Saw the darkness and drank it deep, for a Bla