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Array ( [sid] => 65241 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Day of Shadows [time] => 2004-09-26 15:15:03 [hometext] => 9-26-04 [bodytext] => I have searched the darkest points of the pentacle,
As I enter my dungeon solace,
Where the stench of rot floats on the dead air,
Which creeps into my waiting nostrils,
Like a limpid shadow in the sunlit day.

Fire awaits me there,
And flays my dispirited body,
With a thousand searing tongues,
That lick my hellish wounds,
With ceaseless torture,
And the hissing discourse,
Of an army of serpents,
Mumbling of the evil in my soul.

Voices impregnate the promiscuous silence,
I am drowning in their heretical banterings,
That mature into a subliminal legion of raging rivers,
Which smother the thriving flames,
Leaving me numb as I look out of my window.

I see the desolate landscape through eyes of pain,
And the winter stricken trees look like ancient arthritic hands,
Reaching uselessly for heaven,
Trying to grasp the distant sun in pitiable horror,
As the moisture laden clouds laugh at their feeble prayers.

I collapse upon the floor.

Dark dreams take me.

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Day of Shadows

Contributed by slayer_015 on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 03:15:03 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I have searched the darkest points of the pentacle,
As I enter my dungeon solace,
Where the stench of rot floats on the dead air,
Which creeps into my waiting nostrils,
Like a limpid shadow in the sunlit day.

Fire awaits me there,
And flays my dispirited body,
With a thousand searing tongues,
That lick my hellish wounds,
With ceaseless torture,
And the hissing discourse,
Of an army of serpents,
Mumbling of the evil in my soul.

Voices impregnate the promiscuous silence,
I am drowning in their heretical banterings,
That mature into a subliminal legion of raging rivers,
Which smother the thriving flames,
Leaving me numb as I look out of my window.

I see the desolate landscape through eyes of pain,
And the winter stricken trees look like ancient arthritic hands,
Reaching uselessly for heaven,
Trying to grasp the distant sun in pitiable horror,
As the moisture laden clouds laugh at their feeble prayers.

I collapse upon the floor.

Dark dreams take me.

Copyright © slayer_015 ... [ 2004-09-26 15:15:03]
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Re: Day of Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 03:22:14 PM AEST
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I think I stumbled into your dungeon by accident..my old arthritic arms and knees feebly say, "sorry"....it's quite picturesque...don't like it here though, show me the door please? (joking..it's quite good.)

Re: Day of Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 04:07:18 PM AEST
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oh supurb
your words are so professional
how clever
cheers!~

Re: Day of Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by free2you on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 06:44:11 PM AEST
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I try to write this stuff and just sound silly...why is that? You manage it quite well..

Re: Day of Shadows (User Rating: 1 )
by Lee on Sunday, 26th September 2004 @ 09:10:39 PM AEST
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Poet at Industrial Colosseums Unbound
Says:

Verrry descriptive narrative!

You wrote "Day of Shadows"
And Ian Curtis wrote "Day of the Lords"

"Day of the Lords"
----------------
"This is the room, the start of it all
No portraits so fine, only sheets on the wall
I've seen the nights,
filled with bloodsports in vain
And the body is obtained
Where will it end? (4)

These are your friends,
from childhood for you
Who goaded you on demanded
full proof
Withdraw maiden's heart,
and do you right in
So distorted and thin, distorted and thin
Where will it end? (4)

This is the car, at the edge of the road
There's nothing disturbed,
all the windows are closed
I guess you were right,
when we talked in the heat
There's no room for the weak
no room for the weak
Where will it end? (4)

This is the room, the start of it all
Dreamt I fled from you,
I remember it all
Oh I've seen the nights, filled with
bloodsport in vain
And the body's obtained, the body's obtained
Where will it end? (4)"]
-Joy Division "Day of the Lords"

Jolly Good Show!

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