Author: bahgheera

I stand atop a furious peak,On a mountain made of the circuitry of nightmares,Master of Rage,Commander of Madness,I stand my ground,Through eons untold.I’ve made my stay,Here on this mountain,Since the moon was a young man,Since the humans,Were first flung into existence,Since before mighty steel met titanic flint,And struck the sun alight.And here I stand, continuously,On…

You filled the air,With your ravings and lunacies,And I copied it all down,In my Book of Ashes.My Book of Ashes is a rarity indeed,Parchments of goat-skin,From the most ancient,And unknown,Of Egyptian crypts.Thread made of sinews,From a griffin,Who has long since taken wing,To soar over the mountains of the dead.Ink made from ashes from the burning,Of…

Fate, fortune, destiny,They drive us, they hasten us,Down our avenues of circumstance,That assign us eachOur personal histories,That we are remembered by.And it was fate, fortune, destiny,That hurried you along,In your vile and spiteful quest,Your heinous malevolence,Your ill-natured plan,To destroy me once and for all. And my destruction was complete,A kind word, a good meal,A vial…

I never thoughtI’d dance again.Never thoughtI’d come out of my shroud,Or that the lightOf the celestial candle,That gives us each day,Would brush againstThe no-more grin,I now hold forever.Never thoughtMy friends and my family,Would laugh with me,Eat and drink with me,Twirl me round and round,As I rattle and reel and jigIn time to the music,From a…

There’s a bone man conducting the orchestra,Waving his bone baton,A dowel of ulna from a long dead composer,In the hand of this relic of the Italian Lully.He swings his wand,In a time signature replete with evil portent,Driving the deranged orchestra,Full of dementia and mayhem,To a score written,By the devil himself.The orchestra plays,They blow and they…