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Waiting Specter
Contributed by
madgerman
on
Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 04:31:28 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Waiting Specter
Long hast I waited
Lonely in the cold shadows of windswept time
Lingering patiently, ever watchful
of the gray twilight
where sunsets of empires
give bloody and painful birth to rising history
Always has it been me
Reaching forth from my treasured darkness
to inflict cruel destiny
on kings wicked enough to partake in her horrors
For such are the beasts
who have scribed your most terrible pages of history
It was I
Four thousand years past
who fouled the minds of ancient pharaohs
Enticing them from their sanity
with golden deceptions of their own godhood
And I who made stony the heart of Ramses the Fool
driving his arrogance to defy the God of his slaves
until lost in the madness I inspired
did he stand lonely and weak by the sea
mocked from afar by his lost slaves
while between them on the cold waters of defeat
floated the corpses of his dead army
My echoed whispers
in Neros cruel mind
put torches to great Rome
and within the amphitheatres bloodied walls
drove deep the fangs of savage beasts
into prayerful Christian throats
as in centuries not yet dawned
would I drive barbarian fangs
deep into the corrupt throats of wailing Romans
To serve my entertainment
have I cast forth across sleeping Asia
the hungry shadow of the Mongol Hordes
Ive raised high and threw low
the great kingdoms of Europe
And for the enticing scent of an empire in flames
for the pleasing sounds
of a mothers lamentations over her childs body
shall I forever continue to torment thy race
And so I bid thee
of that great western empire to bear caution
For as Rome fell.
as the barbarians aged
and as the Mongols withered
so hast thine own time now come
And as I have corrupted and made evil
the hearts of all the great rulers
so have I now done so with your own
But as thy power and arrogance
be ever greater than all empires before thee
so shall the ensuing apocalypse be equally great
For though many curse thy name
so do they live under thy protection
As they revile thy merchants
so do they enrich themselves by your commerce
And as they condemn thy greed
so do their starving masses accept thy charity
And so shall it be
that crumbling into the dust of thy great empire
shall follow all civilizations
which have made dependence on you
which have been built on thy charity
and have lived in your protection
And thus shall my long wait be ended
For with thy fall shall I revel for the next thousand years
in the greatest and the darkest of all ages
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Re: Waiting Specter
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by helianthus on
Friday, 4th March 2005 @ 01:18:32 PM AEST
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Read Wes Craven's "Weaveworld".
This was mighty powerful. The Crusades, the Spanish Inquisition...what was it all for. |
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