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You Lift Me UpYou Lift Me Up:

When first I fell from the grace of the light
Tumbling endlessly through an uncaring sky
With wings torn from me, blotched and bloodied;
It was time for me to die...

But a bed of flowers, with the scent of lillies;
Caressing my heart with its soothing fragrance
Left me stronger and healed my wounds;
In the dark it was my radiance

It brought me back from the brink of despair
And made me forget that I would never fly
Instead I am content with these broken wings
If I may sleep where you still lie...

Here upon the ground, having faced my judgement
I am calm and collected without burden to bear
Someday I wish to retu

A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:

A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns

Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within

There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind

In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the f

Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:

Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?

As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...

Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...

The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
But

She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:

Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom

The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity

Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee

Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!

But tonight I shall end t

Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:

Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'

And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'

A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'

How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na

Arguing With A MirrorArguing With A Mirror:

Ah greetings mister Chen, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?

Don't play around with me man, you know I'm outta material...

Oh? So it would seem that our mighty street thug has finally come crashing down
Have you come to apologise for putting me aside?
Perhaps you finally realised how important I am for creativity

Say whatever you want pal, but I need some juice and I need it now!

And what makes you think I'll help you this time?
If you recall correctly Chen, was it not you who pushed me out?
As far as I remember, you said you wanted to be "real"
You said that my "expertise" was not currently needed

What

The Never-ending MasqueThe Never-ending Masque:

A troupe of dancers, with colourful costumes
Ascends the stage with jaunty smiles
Whilst the eldest member, in a Jester's mask
Narrates the tale in style:

As they begin their dance, these lovely dancers
The skies turn cold and grey...
Arms reach down from the rumbling heavens
And they take our stage away!

Yet the harlequins laugh
And simply dance on the grass
For the show must go on
Until time has passed

Harken brothers, a wicked wind blows!
It stirs from the belly of the unkind beast
It rips our props away from us;
And hopes the dance will cease...

But the Harlequins laugh and continue the show
Th

Breaking FreeBreaking Free:

I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm

As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!

An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...

And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled exc

An Epic LegendAn Epic Legend:

The skies turned bloody, as the smell of death wafted through the air;
Those yet to be consumed by the madness, stood dumbfounded in the streets
They stared at the sky and into the glimmering eye of Tashorak
Who in the moments of his birth, consumed the stars that surrounded him

The Moon was all that stood in his way, for she would not let her people die
Yet though she fought with all of her might, she too was eventually consumed...
The Sun watched helpless, for he was powerless during the Eternal Night
Yet though he could not act directly; he could send others to act in his stead

The first was an Elf, Auroch Vasira,

They Watch You SleepThey Watch You Sleep:

There are many bards who can tell you tales
Of the creeping shadows that come at night
We've seen them crawling along the walls
In the absence of the light...

On the darkest of nights, cold and chill
You can hear them quietly gibbering.
They speak of things that you cannot know
Which is why they are always whispering.

It is said that they will know the future
and that they know the fate of every man
They are here to watch his path unfold
or perhaps to have him damned...

These sick and twisted animals
Bear a stench that is rather foul
But you will only smell this scent
if they choose to remove their cowl

JudgementJudgement:

You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call

Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012

WinterfallWinterfall:

Warm blood drips upon the pearl white snow
freezing into droplets that shine and glow
Red like the colour of his once livid cheeks
It frames the sculpture I have carved on this peak

An artwork made so terrifyingly sublime
I believe that such a thing would be condemned as a crime
But woe betide the unfortunate soul
For the poor man stumbled into the freezing cold...

I remember his features in his moment of death
Hope and despair, intermingled as one
A shine of reality as he opens the door
and steps into the hell from the days of yore

From then he has passed into my loving care
His body as a shell and so I lay it bare

The Tomb of KhaineThe Tomb of Khaine:

The moans of the shambling horde could be heard
As zombies burst from the depths of the tomb
The Pirates were trapped within the mausoleum;
Caught in the center of a Demon's womb...

It spawned a horror with each contraction
A shuffling parody of tainted life
With flesh that hung in sallow strips;
Carved with the edge of a pus-dripping knife

As more of the beasts spewed forth from the depths
The Captain called for a spark of light
As Haze scattered the explosive dust
A match was thrown to make it ignite

Boom! it exploded with a shock of force
As the Pirates were thrown to the dirty floor
They cleared the spac

Battle ScarsBattle Scars:

Sharp claws rake into my skin
as my blood bursts forth to splatter against the ground
The uneven breathing of my foe
tells me that he too is wounded and close to death

I can see his teeth, flecked with frothing saliva
foaming and spitting as he bellows his name
He charges into me, his frame crashing with mine
the impact has me reeling and I fall back against the stone

The ground feels cold
the icy chill seeping into my bones
the warmth of my blood escapes me
and I can feel myself beginning to fade

Up toward the sky I glance
praying that I might receive assistance
I pray that he who commands me, he who stands above
Will pity

Black and YellowBlack and Yellow:

See the black hats, with the war paint
The guards are runnin' scared but you know the girls ain't
Soon as we hit the docks, look at all them sailors face
Drop the anchor once and make the ocean shake
Suede insides, with mah rudder roarin'
It's the big ship, you know what I paid for it (for it)
And I got an engine made of metal
Sails unfurl, I'm checkin' game, I'm ballin' out on every level...

Hear them haters talk, but there's nothing you can tell
We're the pirates of the seas and we always fell em
No love for them other crews, we breakin' hearts
Black Fedoras, push to start!

[Chorus:]
Yeah ah ha, you know what

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DelusionDelusion:

You've covered yourself with blankets
Like you're hiding from the bogey man.
You're so enraptured with your own ego
That you reject the helping hand!

You twisted what was a friendly gesture
And called it your very right.
Now it's time for you to fade away
Into the bitter cold of night.

I'm about to show you reality
So stay tuned and watch me work.
I'll paint you a vivid picture
That'll give your heart a jerk...

See you thought you should be top side;
Basking in the morning glory
But you're sitting in a filthy sewer
This is your fucking story.

When first you stepped upon the crowds;
Like a sea of angry sharks
They

Child PreyChild Prey:

He sat in his corner
Like a cold winter horror
The child that has turned out this way...

As a boy he was painted
By your lies he was tainted
Now in the devil's grip he'll stay...

Though you plead as you might
You've caused your own plight
I'm afraid that you die tonight...

It's a pitiful sight
When things are set right
For only in death can you see this light...

"Now then, move along sir, I've got other souls to welcome to hell..."

-Chen Yuan Wen, 14th April 2012

The Assumption PoemThe Assumption Poem:

There once was a pirate whose name was Big Brock
He was a young lad with a really big-
Gun and he tried to hold up this young lass!
He bent her right over and swiped her sweet-
Chain that she kept in her pocket out front
He took it and ran while he called her a-
Fool for keeping something nice on her dress
He ran to a bar and squeezed one young maid's-
Hand when he asked her to go out on a date
Before the big night he would go master-
Swordsmanship skills and a punch that was slick
Maybe later she would go suck on his-
Plant that was filled with some rum by the door
He smiled when she arrived for she looked

A Tale of Pirates 5A Tale of Pirates 5:

==BATTLE SEQUENCE==

Turn: 1
Enemy: Damien the Guard Captain
Health: ???/???
Speed: ???
To Hit: ???
Armor: ???
Null: ???
Resistance: ???
Will: ???
Other Information: ???
Ailments: None

The battle begins with Lyra performing a scan on the enemy. She brings out her Monocle of Insight and begins to learn more about the enemy. "Ah I see, I better note down this information."

Turn: 1
Enemy: Damien the Guard Captain
Health: 400/400
Speed: 10
To Hit: 8
Armor: 0
Null: 0, Death, Poison
Resistance: 8
Will: 8
Other Information: Guard clothing is weak against fire!
Ailments: None

Damien shrugs, "That knowledg

Beaten Black and BlueBeaten Black and Blue:

Broken and bloodied on the inside;
My world is coloured in shades of black.
But I've never understood the reason
For why I've got these scars on my back...

Cigarette burns are nothing new to my body
I took a lash from the whip just yesterday.
Why are you staring at me with those eyes again;
Is there something you'd like to say?

I've never been told to speak a word of my pain
And so I learned that I shouldn't speak...
'You'd better not say a single thing to her!'
Maybe I'm just scared and weak...

I often run to a place that's far away;
It's just a little corner inside my mind.
I've tried to forget it again

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In Service to Morgana

by *WordOfChen, Jul 8, 2012, 9:16:17 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

In Service To Morgana:

There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...

I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death

His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face

But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel with the wings of a crow
Yet those whose hearts are in the grip of denial
Will view her as a spectre in a blizzard of snow

Closer she creeps with a neck that has been snapped
Her gaping mouth sags as she calls out their name.
They try to run from her, but it is all in vain
For soon they will be forced to feel her pain...

But to me this is beauty, to me this is art
To watch them in her grip, as she tears them apart.
A fallen vessel, once so filled with rage
Is now caught and purified, in Morgana's cage...

"...You've met with a terrible fate, havent you?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th July 2012

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Author's Comment:

Good day my friends,

Tonight I wanted to try something different again. I wanted to really bring out the allure of the dark.

I think that this is something best read in a slow and deep voice (like sephiroth's voice), in order to achieve maximum effect.

I hope that you enjoy the final piece of horror week and may it always remain...as a part of your memories.

-Captain Chenbeard of the Black Fedora Pirates

Other Poems by Me:
She Waits For Me - [link]
Barely Breathing - [link]
An Epic Legend - [link]
The Tomb of Khaine - [link]

Other Prose by Me:
Sanguine Chapter 1 - Release 4 - [link]
Pirate: The Legend of Chenbeard, Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]
Mercenary Chapter 1 - Release 1 - [link]

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