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The FeastTake roost dark raven,
The whole world shall soon be your haven.
Death sails across the Dead Sea,
Flee, flee!

Fall to your knees and pray,
But no matter what prayer you say
Death shall sprinkle sand over your eyes
And watch you as you die.

Oh mortals of Earth and Man,
How displeased the gods must be for them to withdraw their hand!

Oh ravenous raven
Who sits perched on chapel's edge,
Watch now as your master
Moves on silent wings
And the melody of sorrow and death does he sing.

Oh ravenous raven
That ever-hungers for the next feast,
Scrounge nevermore!
Come hither
And revel in more than mere slivers!

Be it sun or star
Ne
Song of the Republic           I sing of war and the Republic,
The Republic of a long ago era that commanded
The strings and fate of the four known corners
Of the entire world.
The Republic from which did succeed that of
Its great predecessor,
Who did indeed father modern democracy
And laid forth the foundations for equally their government
And the one we are governed by in this era;
Where the Great Alexander did take his armies to
The edges of all the world, nothing left to
Conquer in his great name; for all that had been
Known had already fallen under his banner,
The world was indeed in his possession, its decree and destiny
Ordained by the Greeks, who’
FrozenEach day must end eventually.
We enjoy the day's warmth while we can.
But the sun has set for both of us,
And darkness falls across our land.

Our eternal summer has long since passed.
Nothing is certain, but that much is known.
We went to sleep with love in our hearts,
But when I awoke; I was alone.

I searched our kingdom far and wide,
But our sun was nowhere to be found.
And now even the memories run and hide,
As our castle comes crumbling down.

The ruins of what was once our life;
They litter this abandoned place.
They glimpses at the love that is long since gone,
And remind me of happier days.

The chill has driven all the feeling away.
The DragonThere is a cavern by the bay,
Where a massive creature doth lay,
A monstrous beast filled with ire,
With amber eyes of liquid fire,
Silver talons
Razor sharp,
Scales that glisten in the dark,
Giant wings are spread to hide
Glittering treasures that lay inside,
A tail of steel
Wrapped to hold
The mountains of gems
And piles of gold,
Powerful and strong
With fire breath,
A lick of the flame
Meant instant death,
The dragon shows no mercy for anything,
Not peasant nor knight or even a king,
He takes what he wants
What he wants he shall get,
The one to defeat him has not yet been met,
So he sits in his cavern watching the waves,
And protects his
The Dawn After the WarMy star is in rising ascension,
Never soared to such heights before!
From the damned shadows are
My spirits lifted to unprecedented heights,
Far higher than the skyscrapers
Reaching forth towards the aqua sky!

The Unsung War is finally over,
My long-perserving enemy
Finally beheaded and left to isolation!

Time like the rising Phoenix
To fly towards the dawn,
For the dawn that rises after war's end
Is always the brightest!
CrossroadsAmerica stands at the crossroads,
Where we will either save ourselves through vigilance and the realization of the truth,
Or we will save ourselves through the sacrifice of millions.

We shall save ourselves through the acknowledgment
Of the evil elite's plan for World Order
Or we shall destroy the World Order
Through the blood and sacrifice of millions of lives.
Mystifying MystificationA moment of mystifying mystification takes me over.
I find myself lost in another world; a moment of myself
Split between two different realities, this world and
The Transmundane, the realm where our minds go
When we float away from this reality and lose ourselves
In our own reality; the reality which is our domain, where we are the kings,queens and gods.

The mind divides, a moment of another alternate reality takes hold,
Myself is lost for a moment's notice
Before being forced back to this
Restricted reality.
Forlorn LoveYou who disrupt my ancient slumber,
Slumber so peaceful, eternal,
Eternal nevermore, denied;
Denied my right to rest after trekking through life,
Life that did me well yet still denied.

Denied I have been my love's burning desire,
Desire eternally sought by I,
I who night after night pursued you through and through;
Through the blind fog and shadow's kept,
Kept me at bay, no salvation.

Salvation is a denied dream,
Dream that I once sought,
Sought your burning love and skin's touch;
Touch my soul and lock me away no more,
More, oh no more!

Oh how many nights did I give myself to you,
You who obsess me like a curse,
Curse that pain has given
UntitledLike one step backward,
It is one step forward,
Only that is just the illusion of steps!
An annoyance too free to fall,
Is trapped to its own devise,
And possibly to its own device.
Failure to its own demise,
Is only death in its own light,
Yes, that's what it is to us all!
No, mourning in the morning
Is in delightful spite the night,
Under sanguine-esque stars.
Under which we joke and smoke,
On behalf of our laughter lit cigars
And our scotch driven rapture.
RequiemWhat wickedness and chaining demon
Returns to destroy thee and ravage
Thy sanity once more - a fall from grace;
An inevitable-inescapable fate ordained
By the supreme powers!

This is a requiem for a fallen soul,
Sing the melody and sing till the ending of time!

Have I ever been in love?
No and no supreme power deems thee
Worthy of mercy.

As the currents of time pass
The supreme powers agree:

"May the hell that is your loneliness
Be exchange for your ambition and kindness..."
Day 02 - Morning Melodiesfeathered friends
whistle morning songs;
    a continuous melody of
    question and answer,

i listen and uncurl
while realization dawns;
    it is time to wake
         once more
         with feeling.
According to the ScriptIf their life were a work of fiction, as all life should be, this particular scene would play out as follows:

They meet in the most out-of-the-way diner they can manage to end up at.  They will not say a word as he holds the door open for her and she skirts past him, ignoring the thousand question-and-answers radiating from his expression by keeping her eyes trained on the tile floor.

They sit in the corner, on opposite sides of the cramped, plush booth, away from the prying eyes of the only other diner, a drunkard sipping continually on coffee grounds to sober up before going home.  The blonde/brunette/omniscient waitress gravitates toward
Manipulative SlaveryTechnology is a manipulation
Used to ensnare a nation;
A massive deception
Used to project distorted perception.

Youth and young blood
Dragged through the muck and mud
Only to be chained in the mire
Deceived by liars.

There shall be no more bravery
For the new master is slavery!

All around people either unknowing
Or uncaring,
In this we are all failing.

In the center of left
Shall both the master's key and chain be kept,
We bending knee;
Unable to flee.

Master akin to slave,
Forced to worship, conform and behave.
The central powers given power
To digital seers and vocal hearings by the hour.

Currency and capital destroyed,
Freedoms and
StaticWhere is the memory of the girl you left behind?
She’s bound up tight in a dark recess of your mind.
You think by ignorance she will become blind.
She can ignore the fact that you were never kind.
Could she be offered a chance for a precious rewind?
Possibly, but you would never let her, be too resigned
You tie her down as securely as you can, only to find
She is a different girl now; she will not be defined
By your cruelty.  She realizes, should she be inclined,
A way to make you pay and make you intertwined
Between her little sly fingers; the tables are turned
And the lesson that she will force you to have learned
She hopes will stay
Split PersonalitiesPainted and blind, my face would fill in the spaces, some days would be dark and others filled

With light, bringing forth a total transformation, deceit hiding away mute flesh, with my eyes

Reflecting shattered disarrayed emotions back, would you want to see my true traits as a person?

Would you be satisfied with my true personality, so that it would not grieve you so? such traits or what

You would call personalities, for I cannot seem to control them, for these seem to me but illusions, they

Come to me like masks, waiting to fill in the void, just artifacts of true realism, pushed away in the

Remedies of a secret….
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Wander Pt 1Doth I wanderer under a star-let moon
As the shadows stalk and loom,
O how the children of night loom!
As silence prevails
From Darkness hails
Doth the light disappears-fails;
Fails now nightly more.

As thy course proceeds do I slowly walk and heed,
Wandering along the shadowed path, walking and pondering,
Slowly stalking and haunting;
While my memories repeat themselves to become stories-
Theories and dreams blended together into a seam.

The haunting and fright reborn by the night
To which dancing shades appear then fade;
As swift in the corner of the revolving eye
Within a single blinking of that eye do they die.
Died and vanquished etern
Separation Nevermore!Separation is but a temporary illusion,
Trying to entice you with confusion.
Its like a snow-white sorrow
Trying to manipulate you into thinking there's no tomorrow.

The future appears lightless-dim,
Thinking that there is no longer a "Him".
But remain restless nevermore
O do I now heed you to be at peace implore!

"He" never did truly depart
For you well know "He" remains in your heart!
Dream DelvingIt is for you I await the long tender caress
To relieve me of thy agonizing stress,
To have the veils lifted and to for once be gloriously blessed.
As angel's light disappears
Do the shadows and shades bend their ears and hear,
As once more does the demon of dreaming close my eyes with his fingers and embrace me with tantalizing fear!
As my eyes close do I depart along my mind's rising shore,
To once more sail along the same misty waves of lore;
The times traveled along the same course reaching number twenty four.

Once more unto the misty seas do I wander and dream,
Only to see in fragmented gleams;
An illusional mistress yet it is
Demons ScreamingRapture unfolding,
The roars sounding and sallying,
The demons screaming;
The angel's tears falling!

Night dies to momentary lightening,
Welcome to hell little saint,
The damning shattering;
Welcome to paradise mischievous evil spirits!

No God or angel will save
Earth from your angered cries!
RebornRome was not built in a day,
But neither shall I be built in a day.
Rome did not rise to be the superpower in a month,
Neither shall I rise to my true being in a month's time.

Rome did not rise to be the greatest under one sleeping sun,
Neither shall I rise to be the greatest overnight.

Rome did not ascent without trials,
Neither shall I rise with redefining my limits.
Rome did not rise without war,
I shan't rise without my war against old habits.

Many a sun awoke and dreamt before Rome
Arose to claim her world's destiny;
So shall it be with thee.

Rome did not transcend the world
Before she bled and cried in building pain;
Neither shall I
The Wind and the NightA nightly windstorm
Atop the mountain's summit;
Do the spirits talk?

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Nightmares and Machinations

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Gods be damned of these curses,
Curses of fiery hell and torment,
Torment unending, ceaseless;
Ceaseless in its pursuit of vengeance,
Vengeance of the dark machinations that plague my mind!

O devilish machinations that haunt,
Haunt me why, I ask not this fate,
Fate most sorrowful and in agony;
Agony night after night when I slumber,
Slumber I know not, only do I receive nightmares!

Nightmares of dread,
Dread in the vulnerable mind,
Mind, Soul and Body Ravaged;
Ravaged by the demons that dwell unseen,
Unseen who's intentions are most mischievous.

Mischievous nightmares who distort my memories,
Memories of my family now seen with corpses and blood,
Blood that stains my shaking perception of the world;
World gone mad with nuclear fire,
Fire and drive thy mind to insanity!

Yes, insanity is all that remains here,
Here in my ill-percieved visions,
Visions that damn me more and more as into them I peer;
Peer helplessly against my will,
Will sapped away as these nightmares am I forced to embrace!

Night after night embrace these demons am I condemned,
Condemned to repeat it again and again till the dawn,
Dawn that brings only half-hearted salvation;
Salvation that never lasts for at the rise of dusk returns the hell,
Hell that is the curse I call a nightmare!
:iconthenighttimewanderer:
As of late i've been having a lot of nightmares, don't know why.
But I decided to write a poem about it; in it you'll see a couple of my nightmares indirectly, i'll leave the interpretation up to you what they were.

Also, this my very first poem in which I use the Sestina format, i'm experimenting. So far I like the challenge :)

Enjoy.
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*prettyflour Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey there,

Prettyflour here on behalf of :iconpoeticalcondition: with the critique you requested.

I haven't read anything like this! I love the way you used the last word of each line to begin the next. A very cool idea which you executed brilliantly. The repitition worked really well to eccenate the horror feel. And, it kept a nice cadence throughout.

Clever, interesting and nicely written. I honestly have no constructive critisicm to offer.

Thank you and have a great day!
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*TheNighttimeWanderer Feb 24, 2013  Student Writer
I am most pleased to hear that you have found this tale so horrifying (if that makes sense haha).
I'm happy to hear you truly fancied it :)
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*RiseandBe Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there! This is a nice poem. Strong emotion and colorful vocabulary. However, it is not a Sestina. A Sestina has six, six line stanzas and one three line stanza. Each line of the six line stanzas ends with one of the same six words in varying order (123456, 615243, 364125, 532614, 451362, 246531). And those six words are incorporated into the lines of the three line stanza, two each (2-5, 4-3, 6-1). I understand taking some liberties with a form, but in this case, it doesn't even resemble the form you are claiming that it is. I really enjoyed the way you used repetition, I don't mean to be rude or anything. I hope I have not offended you.
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*TheNighttimeWanderer Feb 20, 2013  Student Writer
I am sorry that I have made such a grievous error, I was told by another member of dA the format used was correct. But it would seem that the tale has been completely misrepresented.

My thanks for point this out, I will keep it in mind for future reference :)
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*RiseandBe Feb 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! It was a lovely poem, nonetheless! =D
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!TheLunarDragon Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This Critique is on behalf of :iconpoeticalcondition:

My immediate response upon reading this piece was simply "Wow."

Phenomenal, impressive, bravo. I cannot critique anything here. This poem was amazing!

I will point out, however, what I did enjoy so much about it... and that was your Technique. Using the last word of each line to begin the next made this poem flow absolutely seamlessly, and it was very clever and made for a very enjoyable read. I do hope to see more of your works in the future. Well done!
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Mood: Joy *TheNighttimeWanderer Feb 15, 2013  Student Writer
I am most pleased you fancied my work; I will be looking forward to posting more in the future.
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~Michel-le-fou Jan 31, 2013
Critique on behalf of #poeticalcondition:
Right off, the aspect that attracted me was the Poe-etical diction, no puns, to your poem. Very like Poe's works that I read till now. Good style for a poem on horror subjects. The development and arrangement of stanzas was well made too. The two first stanzas were much like oratory and perhaps like Milton's style. Perhaps you read both authors in school. Good job, this.
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*TheNighttimeWanderer Jan 31, 2013  Student Writer
My thanks for the through in-depth analysis of this take, took me a bit to write but it seems to have turned out quite nicely.

I'f afraid i'm not familiar with this Milton character right off the top of my head. What did he write?
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~Michel-le-fou Jan 31, 2013
Many works and most notably Paradise Lost.
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