Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Time of the Night Dark of the moon, Dark are the silhouettes all around, Dark is the light that screams to be found, Dark is the never-after-more.... Warped reflections garnish here, Livid hoots and howls, All for the creatures that thirst to prowl, Dark is the never-after-more.... Ivory is the final death, Where everything releshes the thoughts of fear, This is the supernatural realm of blight and tears, Dark for the never-after-more, more for the never after.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 You look, You wonder, You ask me why, You cannot understand with empty eyes. You act, You are, You normalize, You, of wealth and woe. You, the master of hypnotize. You, the normal one.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Lilium You come to me like a warm breeze in the icy winter. And, what a winter I have made for this, O' mortal coil. Now upon me do I hear the bells into this ashen time? Upon me! I swear I did not falter to hear the angelic jingle of bells. Upon me! Of such bells, such as I heard, to cause this warmth into my bruised chest. Upon me! O' woe upon me, if such honey sounds prove false to my hopeful ears. What meaning shall I succumb then, to have proven so wrong in this song to have pierced through my chest? What upon your word would you find in such fallen hope? How upon your life would you sum up the sheer feeling of joy to suddenly fade from perspective like a rose withering in this my winter? A life time of rose petals burned in winters grasp. But what of the bells out in this blanket of snow? Out in this frigid wasteland, where every fallen footstep is counted for, for a time. You come to me! You come to me! Now but why do you run from me and lead me out into the wide open emptiness. Shall I recount the passing seasons in this dead zone? O' now shall I forsworn the bitter fallen snow. As I lead on without will or reason to the phantasm of my dearly departed love. By what witching fugue or supernatural power have I spied you again. Where first I found horror and hope to see you outside my bedroom window beckoning me onward. Now I begin to question my sanity at this fallacy. By what want of what god, to be so cruel a temptress of the dead. What shepherd becomes a necromancer? What trick is this to see, my Lilian, in all her former substance, to run before me with a smile just out of reach. Why do I follow on to some destination of eldritch doom. O' but my lovely lost Lilian. How but for a moment I would hold you in my arms. No more do the twists and turns prevent my squinted eyes from seeing you, and on you run ahead of me, bare foot in the snow. This pounding chest is heavy in sight of your supple back and crystalline tears begin to slip down my cheeks. What is the sanguine dress you bare? On what face of the Earth do you lead me? Why do you seek to the trees now? My legs grow weary and I can feel them faltering. I must push on for just one more moment with you, just one more time, just once more for the roses that wither too soon. I follow further and shout out, "Wait!" It is then my lungs begin to seize. But into the dark forest you plunge. Well I have come too far in my frenzy now! Whatever enchantment I have found, let it not falter before I reach you. Then into the forest I found myself. Into the dead silence, I saw you not. Somewhere between rage and anxiety I found myself. With what well of energy I had I scattered into the roil of my lovely Lilian. Tears are becoming my only salvation for my lost love. In the final exhaustion I let loose a mad bellow of, "Where are you?" Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence. Silence to my reunion. Silence to my thoughts. Terrible, dreadful, silence upon me. What of this! What to be! Why to this hopeless adventure. I fell to my knees, hopeless, silent, alone. Then came the snow. Then I looked up and saw your face. Only...this dress you wear is proven false. Blood.... Blood.... Decay and blood.... Your face is marred. Feelings of love fester into revulsion. The horror! The horror! The horror! Her broken jaw opens and ripped flesh contorts, "You betrayed me." "No! No! You died! I had to move on." "You betrayed me!" She says in a deeper more sinister whisper. Oh my god! No! No! Abomination! Upon me! Doom! Doom! Doom upon me! .... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Subtle Silent Creeping Subtle silent creeping stalkers, They rise from soil weeds, Green and lush and spreading fast, Arms rising up to sunlight to moonlight, Only to die and be reborn, But what of it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 The Dance Dance the night, Dance the moon, Dance the strings of olden swoon. Dance with her that nubile friend, Take her under the fog bank bend. Trickle crimson stains the ground, As comes the harp-like ecstactic sound. Dance the night, Dance the dead, Dance 'top crypts as they moan in bed. Lead thy lust towards the flesh, As covetous, As hunger, As passion make the mess. Dance the way into the night, Until all dancing, it is done, Until the bat streaks 'way from the sun. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Before Me Before my eyes, I saw...I saw.... Before my ears, I heard...I heard.... Before my tongue, I tasted...I tasted.... Before my touch, I felt...I felt.... Before my feelings, I fell into despair.... Before my soul, I was left bare under a piercing presence.... Then all was struck down, Down...down...down...down into darkness...forever! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Meat Collector I am the meat collector. I only collect at night. I am the meat collecter. I keep the gates locked tight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rpgcasey Posted July 15, 2020 Share Posted July 15, 2020 Dance of Midnight Let us sing The dance. The dance of midnight. Rivist the dream, You yearn so well. Reveal your plumed gate. As dark in hell. Court the eldritch Elder dire. Sing harsh songs From the mire. Wane in wonder, O' dance on high. Dance with old things From the skies. Midnight now fades too fast. As madness starts Its course at last. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 18, 2020 Share Posted July 18, 2020 A collection of poems used by the village elders to describe where danger lies, and where treasure is rumoured... This was written after an afterparty, so I was very, very tired. On the hill stands a gallows Where the old man still wallows In his grief the water is like the shallows The pond where the dead gather Where the living stretch farther The rations they gather The nearby fort has fallen ill So the walking collect their kill To bring to where the dead run their still In the hidden cave Was searched by every knave And knight in order to stave Off their hunger and found Hidden deep in the underground Shining atop an enormous mound A gem of greatest purity Piercing through every veil of obscurity To seek the truths hidden for security In the nearby village Long ago looted of anything to pillage A town fed by the spillage Of the still that brews a brew For the dead and living to stew Who is in the latest new Everyone knows where is safe What to let live and what to strafe There will always be those who chafe Under restrictions for their own Wellbeing given by those who have grown Up with the legends from the zone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted July 20, 2020 Share Posted July 20, 2020 A fun song that tells the legend of the dead men's still, mentioned in the rhymes taught by the elders. There is a history there... Outside the village lived a family of five Everyone knew, they’d live there for life The Father and Mother, Two Sons and a Daughter Yet… When the youngest son was crying, or so the daughter had said She did the logical thing, And smothered him in his bed And so… The Dead. Man’s. Still. Is brewing again It’s brewing its swill And the family of four will eat their fill Yet… The daughter had dropped the soldiers Or that was what the son had thought He then did the logical thing And brother and sister fought And so… The Dead. Man’s. Still. Is brewing again It’s brewing its swill And the family of three will eat their fill Yet… The mother discovered a hair in her soup Or something had tipped her off She then did the logical thing And the son was pushed down from the loft And so… The Dead. Man’s. Still. Is brewing again It’s brewing its swill And the family of two will eat their fill Yet… The father asked what happened to his son Because he needed his heir He then did the logical thing And the mother became the town’s fare And so… The Dead. Man’s. Still. Is brewing again It’s brewing its swill And the father of none Will eat his fill Yet… The village found out They saw the smoke They then did the logical thing Because they were good folk And so… The Dead. Man’s. Still. Is brewing again It’s brewing its swill And the family will make sure The village eats their fill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Faceless Mike Posted July 20, 2020 Share Posted July 20, 2020 You cannot begin to forgive, The stars that have never shone, Just like you cannot begin to fear, The end that never comes.... Walk now do we among the dead, But never shall we rest. For the living are to suffer first, We will hound them from their nest. Will you begin to pierce the veil, To see what cannot be, But never ever fall or fail, The task we set you to see, Come join the horde and test your strife, "Fight the Living" shall be your call Now bide your essence to your will Deadhaus doth need you all... 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkintheband Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Here is my little attemp at poesy. English is not my main language so I hope I've done it right haha. I can easily write in french but I had to think twice for english. I hope you enjoy it We were alone in the cathedral Living and dying like an animal Horrified of what we’ve become And afraid of the years to come And then another one crossed the door Seeking wisdom, counsel and more A lost little soul afraid of the dark That which ignite in our eyes a little spark We stand out of the shadow, slim and grim Ready to taste the flesh of our next victim But we waited as the mortal came closer Stunned by it’s beauty, our anger taking over We were ripped of our mortality Hunted and abandoned, running free How come this human, so perfectly alive Dared to come carelessly into our hive And then, filled with sheer terror, it saw us There was no time to wait nor discuss We jumped on it and teared the flesh Tasting again what it felt to be fresh The silence came back as it what meant to be And the revelations came as we fell on our knees Again, we failed to attain final death, our freedom Still trapped in here to serve in our master’s kingdom For we cannot kill ourselves, nor can we go outside Only an intruder has the power to do what we are denied Our master wanted us to feel empty, always hungry Making us lose control in front of beauty, always angry Resigned and depraved, we detached the head of the human And placed it’s forehead on ours, completely inhuman Losing that little spark and retreating back in the darkness In hope to fall forever in the appeasing void of nothingness wow Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkintheband Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 A fury fermented for time untold, A force forewarned by sages of old. Avenging those who's path ends in obscurity, A bastardly bastion exact with no mercy. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkintheband Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Enduring eternity externally. Entwined in enmity internally. Reclaimed Undead. Unquenchable dread For those... Who fathom how he came to be. 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkintheband Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Vindicated by Virulence Impossible to live Averse to repose and so it is 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
punkintheband Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Neither native nor apparent, the affliction is aberrant, and yearns for a masochistic miscreant. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rx_Bishop_MD Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Saw this thread so I thought Id try after seeing the Haikus A World Asunder The Seven Unleashed Once More Deadhaus United 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 (edited) It is active again! To celebrate: an alliterative wraith haiku. Bending but breaking Bones bound boundless by being Between bygone bod Edited March 11, 2021 by Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rx_Bishop_MD Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 Life Given to Limb Flesh Mold, Soul Sustained Within A Wights Will Its Own 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted March 10, 2021 Share Posted March 10, 2021 What will wonder when Life's left limitedly 'live What will wonder, Wight? 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Varik Keldun Posted March 13, 2021 Author Share Posted March 13, 2021 Tormented, Torn, Trapped Transcendent transfiguration Torture trafficker 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rx_Bishop_MD Posted March 13, 2021 Share Posted March 13, 2021 All "u" wasnt very easy. But i like this trend Use Unearthed Unions Underground Utility Unconquerable 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheLoreWriter Posted June 10, 2021 Share Posted June 10, 2021 The earth was torn asunder Do not tarry, time to run On we charge, our feet like thunder There is nowhere you can hide We lurk among the shadows As you flee the Marching Tide And desecrate the lands you hallow While you cower in the sun You can hide behind your walls We have time, we do not care They will crumble, they will fall As will sceptre, throne, and crown All your lords and kings are frauds Beneath the Tide, you will drown We have slain your empty gods No one left to hear your prayer You have nothing but your pride Wage your war to dying breath All that you revere have died To the Tide, they were but fodder We will snuff out every light It will be nothing but a slaughter In the dark we spread our blight You will join us in your death We are Deadhaus 1 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
derula Posted June 10, 2021 Share Posted June 10, 2021 We are Deadhaus Ooooh, I love this! The interleaved "voices" with different (but consistent) rhyming schemes are very cool. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaina Chaosweaver of Fate Posted June 9, 2022 Share Posted June 9, 2022 Time to commit foul necromancy and bring this thread to everyone's attention for a meme! The ground is covered, In blood it's stained, And all along, One question remained. Is it a duck yet? 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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