Radovan

Captured in its own net,
the devilish spider.
Killed without remorse,
lonely in its own cruelty.

Hid its mask too well
among the ignorant.
It laughed at its hunters
who never saw its hiding-place.

But when it lost its sting,
it took refuge in its own darkness.
Hid itself from the servant of light
and cursed its uselessness.

But now it is captured, behind bars
in the castle of the elven-king.
And it will drown in the tears of its enemy
and forever be remembered through its cruelty.

Marked

He tears and pulls her body,
will not let go.
Piece by piece disappears,
to only the soul is left,
alone in the dark.

Denial

It never happened to me
beneath denial and silent screams.
Hoping of darkness
in the dreams,
bleeding,
dying.


Hope to die, sleep forever
and forget the pain
from yesterday


Floating in a wasteland,
mixing darkness and light
for the perfect drink.
Deadly....


To sleep,
die,
and be forgotten
is the answer
in my nightmares


and maybe the story ends like this
...

The Queen

Far far away in a land so green
there lived a queen so fair.
Her eyes were blue like morning-dew
and dark as night her hair.
She ruled her queendom wisely
and loved her people too.
But she was very lonely
since no man could be her true.

Yes, she had loved and lost
both kings and peasants mild
For if they tried to bind her
she would go from calm to wild.
Her feelings they were always strong
and the men they ran away
because they could not stand
her fiery eyes from day to day.

She thought she could no longer
love a man so sweet and calm.
She locked her tower, placed out guards
to keep her heart from harm.
Summer went and winter came
no prince could there be seen
chivalrous, with horse, and sword
who could save the broken queen.

Chance

My life is moving slowly
through light and darkness fair.
With ups and downs,
sometimes in hell,
though sometimes I don't care.
I've seen it all, both love and hate
in eyes of foe and friend.
I hope someday my life will change
before the whole thing end.


I dream of sun and butterflies
of hugs so warm and strong.
From time to time my days grows dark
and everything feels wrong.
Am I a cynic? Yes I am
for life has thought me this
that showing feelings, showing love
can end with deaths own kiss.


Am I a child? Perhaps I am
for thinking like I do.
For love and hate, all feelings strong
will help me to get through
the darkest times, death and despair
and meet the morning bright
and never to look back again,
to choose the deadly night.

Welcome

Just wanted to welcome you to my new blog. This blog will be dedicated to my poems and pictures, but if you want more hardcore, straighforward stuff, I suggest you visit my other blog:
The Cry of the Banshee
My poems can be disturbing, frightening, joyful and magical, and I hope I can touch a string in your heart with them.
The life of an artist is never easy and true art cannot exist without pain. To rip your soul out through words is indeed painful, but the result will be true to its intention: to move the reader.
So please; read with an open mind and you will hopefully see what I saw when I wrote these poems.
Enjoy!