Submissions by Le_Roi_En_Jaune
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Le dieu de la mer
I searched among the skies,
For something to bring me down,
Yet a thousand and one piercing eyes-
-Foresaw that I should drown.
Your scaly body and spine,
Are made in his design,
Swelling currents become shallow,
The leviathan ascends from the brine.
I bethought myself to be empty,
Drifting upon the sea,
Neigh, for the shadowy infinity,
Is that which is to be.
Sinking lower, to the sandy bed,
The ocean floor rumbles alive,
The violent echo of countless dead-
-Shall trumpet as he doth arrive.
Not all the chains beneath-
-Could...
For something to bring me down,
Yet a thousand and one piercing eyes-
-Foresaw that I should drown.
Your scaly body and spine,
Are made in his design,
Swelling currents become shallow,
The leviathan ascends from the brine.
I bethought myself to be empty,
Drifting upon the sea,
Neigh, for the shadowy infinity,
Is that which is to be.
Sinking lower, to the sandy bed,
The ocean floor rumbles alive,
The violent echo of countless dead-
-Shall trumpet as he doth arrive.
Not all the chains beneath-
-Could...
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The Silence Betwixt Sobs And Screams
My tears are gone, just like the dawn,
I can feel sun rising above,
But the night is in tail, following my trail,
Aware of my hatred for love.
I rose and I fell, from heaven to hell,
Time devours that, which I do,
I wept and I screamed, I slept and I dreamed,
Of those moments I wasted on you.
I soared on wings, the angel sings,
But this work is that of a theft,
I choked and I cried, I burned and I died,
Now pieces are all that is left.
I grated and I cut, I fell for a slut,
And now my eyes are able to see,
I waited alone...
I can feel sun rising above,
But the night is in tail, following my trail,
Aware of my hatred for love.
I rose and I fell, from heaven to hell,
Time devours that, which I do,
I wept and I screamed, I slept and I dreamed,
Of those moments I wasted on you.
I soared on wings, the angel sings,
But this work is that of a theft,
I choked and I cried, I burned and I died,
Now pieces are all that is left.
I grated and I cut, I fell for a slut,
And now my eyes are able to see,
I waited alone...
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