Poem – Deep Under

Please listen to him,

Listen to the man inside the well,

Hear his cries of pain and sorrow,

Listen to their hollowed noise,

Unheard and broken,

Stop filling in his well,

The one he was forced into by society,

Please stop deafening yourselves to his pain and sorrow,

Try to stop yourselves from silencing him by filling his well,

With eyes of hatred and disgust,

With the words of logic and distrust,

He can’t breathe beneath the soil,

Please listen to him,

And his muted screams of betrayal,

Ask yourselves,

Are you any better than a monster?

Trumped God

To thee who appointed themselves as God,

Go looketh down upon thine own domain,

And tell thine self what thou shalt see,

For what thou shalt see will not be the truth,

As thou art but a viper with a club for a tongue,

Thine poison does works of the desecration of consecrated ground.

Thine words bludgeon those who listen to death in dishonorable fashion,

Thine vision fertilizes the fungus of greed and hatred,

Thine thoughts prove thine unholy ideals true,

Thou art but the messenger of the four horsemen,

When thou speaketh thine words of hatred to our allies,

Thou art the messenger of war,

When thou steal from thine domain,
Thou art the messenger of famine,

When thou ignorith the world’s crisis,

Thou art the messenger of pestilence,

When thou ignorith everything but listen to thine own delusions,

Thou art the messenger of death.

Poem. One is not all.

Surge forth,

You are freed;

From your chains,

From your shadows,

From your shackles.

Bring forth your;

Demons unleashed,

Angels unshackled,

Identity unfaded.

We all are unique,

Brought forth from,

Light forgotten,

Shadows unmarred,

Hells shackled down,

Heavens locked up.

Peer into the void,

Don’t let the shadows blind you,

Don’t allow the light to lead you,

We are not one,

But you are all that must be.

Poem. Cycles

A death forgotten,

Two songs lost,

Three starving and four hearts broken;

Yet hope remains,

A dream to be greater,

A wish to fix all wrongs.

But never a promise,

For death hunts for our souls,

They let none escape the cycle,

For without death-

The promise that all will end eventually,

Could we mortals truly cherish life?

Poem. Demons

Remember me,


Like thine heart,

Lost to the winter,

Dead to the summer,

Your faceless soul to be extinguished,

Your bleached blood to be used,

Your name made of ashes and dust to vanish,

Is life but a game,

A story, a song to you?

You sing, play and break our- hearts, souls, bodies and our families.

Art thou entertained with our suffering?

You black eyed monster; do you feel nothing?


Leave us savages to our devices,

To our self inflicted pain and suffering.

Poem. Legend

To thee-

The loved,

The honored,

The glorified.

Do thine thrones,

Of blood and lies,

Of bones and hate,

Of unearned reverence,

Are they comfortable?

Does thine feast of,

Gluttony for adoration,

Lust for righteousness,

Desire for prestige,

When do you feel full?

When you surround yourself with vipers?

When you leave naught but the dead?

When you gather all others than the sincere?

Poem. The brothers of different paths

Light Shed onto the Shadow Demon | Light Released by the Magenta Knight


I almost killed him,                                                                                                  He almost killed me,

We are brothers and twins,

If that were naught I would have killed him,                   If that were not so he’d kill everyone,

His soul tainted but now cleansed,

I was all it took for him to turn good?

He is my candle in my darkest hour,

I shall never forget that I do have a purpose,

A purpose to protect those who we love,

Were it naught my infinite possibility,                            Were it naught his infinite possibility,

We both would be dead,

No I’d be vanquished,

Then I’d kill myself upon realization,

Either we both would die or we both would live,


The demon of shadows,                                                                                 The knight of light,

Exact opposites,

I fought so as to find the one to end my life,

I fight to protect those who are innocent,

I am the shield against the darkness,

I am the sword against the light,

But now I see,                                                                                                                      Yet now he sees,

The light,

A wonderful thing,

A peaceful thing,

An innocent thing,

How did he not see it?

Why was he blind until now?

I thought I was abandoned,

I was abandoned,

Everyone forgot me,

I was just a shadow,

It was not a namesake but what I really was,

All I saw was-,

The darkness,

That dreadful… Thing,

A hungry beast,

A blood soaked monster,

That is what I saw,

How did you not see it?

Are you too high to fall into this cave?


Friends and family surrounded me,

I have a place,

Everyone knows me,

I was a living being,

A knight,

I was a protector of life and light,

It is what I am,

All I knew was-,


So you never sought out your own blood?

And you left me in the grasp of that monster?

But you never looked for me,

I never knew of you,

No I looked for my true family,

But I too did not know of you,

I was happy,

I never thought by selfish decisions would do this,

Neither of us did,

Was it the hand of fate?

Or was it merely destiny?

We shall never know,

I wish to live with you brother,

To learn what life is like again,

To relearn what family is,

To finally have what I never had,

I wish for you to live with me brother,

Teach me of your sufferings,

Show me that monster inside of you looks like,

Let me remove the monster from you,

Let me wash the blood off your hands,

Let me cleanse your soul in the light of family,

I shall show you what you never had,

And I shall give it to you as well,

Even if it means I have to switch our places of life,

I shall give it to you,

Then let me show you what you have never seen,

So as to stop others from falling down the same path as me,

Let us live together,


I wish naught for sadness today brother,

Let us rejoice for finding each other,




Then let us-,


Poem – Shadows of Flaming Rain

I walk on a plane of dead bodies,

They rot and slowly,

Ever so slowly they return back to where they came,

Never have I seen the light of day for I am the shadow that plagues all my foes,

I kill and do not question,

I slaughter and do not think twice,

I will erase all my foes without stopping,

I am the Shadow of truth,

I am the plague that kills those defilers,

My home is in the bodies of those who I’ve killed,

My paradise is within the battlefield with all my dead foes,

I shall kill all until I have been killed,

I may never see the light but let it be known,

They are never safe from my blade,

For I am the blade covered in blood,

For I am the incarnate of Death himself,

I will kill all who dare oppose me.