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Poems!
Welcome to the Soils of War wrestling inspired poems page
~Goddess Rip
Missing You
Every moment I see your face,
The moments do not last long enough.
Every day that you're not with me,
Those days are endless.
I'm missing you,
Missing your smile,
Missing your voice,
Missing your spirit.
Sometimes the want is so great,
That tears roll down my cheeks.
Hours turn to days,
Days turn to weeks.
Everyday that you're not here,
My heart weeps.
I'm missing you.
I miss your strength,
I miss your gaze,
I miss those eyes that put me in a daze.
I want you back so bad it hurts.
I want you back...
I'm missing you...
Come home beloved...
Come home.
Christine, aka *Dark Lord's Bride*
To Mark.....
I see your face
And wonder
Is it possible
To love someone
As beautiful
As you?
I see your body
And ask myself
How God could have
Made a man,
A human,
So magnificant
As you are.
The world looks
At your exterior,
Seeing someone
Evil and demonic.
I look inside
Your heart
And see the tears
And hurting wanting
To burst forth
From your heart,
The anguish threatening
To shatter you into
A million pieces.
I want to reach
Out to you,
Touch your face and
Hold you close to me
And tell you
That it's alright,
To love you gently
And for always.
My two arms are
open wide to embrace
you in love and desire,
For you and you alone.
Linda *Blukitty*
ON THE DARK ONE (aka "Taker's poem)
He is the fallen one;
With the jilted halo
Dancing in shadows
Smiling blanks
And is dark hilarity
Still holds like an angel
But is the template for destruction
To polter the geist
And dictate the night
Play the storm and heavenly madness
Of Tartarus and of Eden
He is fable; he is legend
The Raven sings his praise
The Rats gather at his heel
And the Wolves cut his path
Darkest magic- never faltering
He is the tyger burning bright
Tainter and the purest
He will sear you with his words
And fracture you with his laughter
His touch the deadest thing,yet
He spells a corrupted grace
A pagan King and opposite number
All will cower before him
And all will know his name
For he is forever
Sorcha Blake
-BROTHERS at ARMS-
The resident evil gave
Rise to that infernal fire
And deadened to the grave
The brotherhood lost in ire
The darkened and the scarred
Will live in worlds apart
The kindred love is marred
Hate reaps the hardened hearts
When the day of reckoning came
And truth revealed its face
Heads were hung in shame
The brotherhood has a place
Now the tragic sequel
In the war of disorded blood
The two meet anew as equals
And belie that raging grudge
Sorcha Blake
-ODE TO THE BURNING ONE-
Seared in body and soul-
The fallen child is lost and found
Will contemplate his burden
To be the ministering angel
And curb the baddening blood
With masked vengeance
And give light to darkened conscience;
And to those who read him differently
Will stand before his burning symmetry
And hail the pained Red Prince
Sorcha Blake
*Serve the darkness and be joyful with trembling *
-The Giver and the Taker-
She went to him at eventide
And crossed into his Shadowland
Fated chance to become the bride
Forgo the light for the darkened hand
His dusky aura overcame
And virtue gaze way to frenzy
Regard the fury and the flame
And she screamed a souful medley
Unbound in wonderous nothingness
Her pain was drawn and yielded
She repented in his arms, fearless
His ancient path unto was lead
When the darktime ended and drew its rust,
She crossed back in despairing agony
He was in her blood, only he to trust
She would return into his ministry
Sorcha
*The Undertaker's Second Coming*
The dark god,long since overdue,
Walks amongst the mortals once again
His kingly entrance
Into the maddening masses
Astride a metal monster
With hair aflame,
Manufactures chaos
With his second coming...
Sorcha
"The Raven's Ark"
On a moonburnt evening
I lay in heavenly fever
Where darkness sleeps
With a smile
His night story is told
In a fabled whisper
It both terrifies and empowers,
He is bad weather on the rising
I feed his code with my tears,
Cleave to him in welded loyalty
And if "pride cometh before a fall"
Then he will be the fall of me
I will stay within his Raven's ark
And celebrate what is pure
And also unmentionable
To the rest...
Sorcha
- The Red For The Black -
"I see Red.."
The Darkman said
"I see Red and I want it painted black"
.............................
He wanted some crazy justice,p> Maybe crucify his very own
- For ashes to ashes
And grudge to grudge-
'Cause when evil plays with fire
The innocent burn
(And blood burns harder than water)
..................................
" I see Red.."
The Darkman said
"And I want it to go BLACK"
Sorcha
-Darkrider Come Forth-
Enter the Darkrider
Pride of Hell's Gate
With the art of pain to sell
His legacy at any cost
To anyone, on ANY time
Not just
Burning down the house-
Bringing it down
Romancing the darkside
In furious glory
He will send the foe south
To the Sandman
And make all repent
As this
Eternal badass
Has time on his side...
Sorcha
~Black Gladiator~
The warrior time
Bore the black gladiator
His pillars stand judgment
As he falls in step
With the house of Mars
Sets forth the battlezone
In waves of chrome
Leather and fist;
- Merges pain -
In jaded rhapsody
Roars
The arena quakes
And havoc has a name again
( Brother to a scarified angel Father to a demon's scheming And HE "will have his vengeance.")
*Modified the last bit from the movie GLADIATOR. Just playing around but generally like the theme of it.*
Sorcha