What 'fore the Dawn Withers
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A force rots the bough And rusts the machine, Like a cold blade Plunged into the world. It hides from view, In the miasma of privation, The clearer smoke That perchance results From cauterizing The wound. Would that man Reached into his soul And there in its soil, Pulled up the weeds: Radiating tendons Of ill-action, thought, feeling Ever obscurely ascending From opaque depths; The legacy of a flight Upward, but not onward.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I looked out the window Of my mind's eye And beheld a sinking universe In a thousand gleaming hues; ‘Twas so many beads of light Heaving into a swirling blackness. The ship has lost its rudder, The pilot has jumped overboard, An abdication of his throne. Sharks prowl the wine dark waters Around the event horizon, Where naught but shadows lie.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A faint star leads me, but I know not where, As the ground slowly turns beneath my feet. In the dead of night, cold winds chill the air, And at day, I am tormented by heat. To find my long sought promised land I swear, That place with untroubled stillness replete. For nothing else do I give any care, For nothing else can well my life complete. But on my many sojourns far and wide I have not found anything that comes close - Not even in my dreams does it reside - To that promised land, for all I have tried. So on this arid sphere I trudge morose, And surmise that paradise is denied.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Hark the herald angels sing, but no more; Their voices, weak and overtaxed, now bray. For who could, if he to be honest swore, Rejoice and be glad all the night and day? And if true their power to sing ne'er wanes, Then what can one conclude but this: That voice and song so joyous are their chains, And ‘tis slaves they must be, lacking in bliss.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
I realize now that a messenger came Ambling softly along the Earth’s coiled frame. Alas, I heard neither approach nor tale, Then awoke in the same tearful vale. It is hard for the bard to raise his voice O'er the din in the tavern of men's souls, For by the hearth do mad devils rejoice In dousing the sparks of the once hot coals.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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No light can penetrate The inhalation of dread The fury over wretchedness: Omens of a lost lore Bestowing an awareness Like a breeze before a storm That all things yearn To be forevermore
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Nature is ignored: Foolishness strains mortals Nature’s Law forbids: Destruction envelopes the world Solutions fail, previous warnings deferred Foolishness; the norm for humanity Never learning from past mistakes Life; a journey of Psychological inferno A never ending Diverge of emotions Happiness never lasting Misery torturing my being Death; the destination for all The end of petty sentiments And squalor over meaninglessness; Human perceptions eradicated As the Unknown emerges Its promise un-equaled
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Rain spills from a darkened sky, Bitter grey shafts on Winter's edge. Poignant remembrance of a deep past Lasting but a moment Surfaces from the depths of Being. Past funerals emanate; The ages of Man but a drop. A notch in the creaking bones Of endless Time
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The roaring storm dissipates An echo of a dying god Hurled into insignificance As the orange gleam of dusk arrives On the altar of twilight I sit Hung on the black sea of Nothingness Far from the fibrous sinews Of a world stretched too thin
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026