thehighlanderspoems

Down the Corridors She Still Walks

There was a little girl
So different from the others
With internal heartfelt cries
Her existence in lonely smother

She never fitted in
Her parents became so lost
A decision they came to make
To their paternal cost

To a place where they have taken her
This girl from their hearts
They are now lost in their limbo
Heavy tears as they depart

The doors close and sever
As they fade away
Into her distance
From her future stay

To her room she is taken
Her world now torn apart
Scared and visibly shaken
Her past and them apart

Many months have passed
As trauma's fill her years
Happenings so horrific
That left so many fears

Deaths became so common
Objects would fly at speed
As all around her panic
She's called the devils seed

It's been two decades now
As this place has died it's death
This girl that came so young
Left so many reft

Her life was finally taken
One long cold winters day
In a bath full of water
She let the razors play

This building she called home
Where people passed and talked
This young girl, the devils seed
Still down the corridors she walks 

 

Order of the Fly

He, Beelzebub,
Hierarchy high, one of
The dark seven princes






From Hades he Came

He of the depths
To the surface he came
Horned demon from Hades
To cleanse your surface with flame

This beast of the dark
Surfaces to spread his plight
To enhance his black
Extinguish your light

Your skies will become red
His heathens will march
Your world as you know it
Will become torched and scorched

His cloven children
Will spread like the flames
For you will be eternally dark
Kneel down and proclaim

Chant to your master
The Dark King has come
When your chanting is over
Your new world has began


He Rises from His Dark

He lays me down
On a tablet of stone
As he sits powerfully
On his ancient throne

I have been made ready
By his servants of Hades
As I lie here awaiting
His touching cascade

This horned icon
From deep in the dark
I now feel his hands
For he will make his mark 

I have been chosen
Brought in from the light
For his future and seed
To be from virgin white

For when his son is born
The darkness will rise
From the depths of Hades
You will see from your skies

What you will see
As your day turns to night
Between this change
Crimson red is your sight

For what you are seeing
Are the flames from his hell
And his vision of your blood
As he will rise and tell

To walk in his shadows
They are blacker than night
Revel in his darkness
And blot out your light

Follow his visions
For he can tell
If you are not on his path
He will dam you to hell


The Mirrors Spoke

The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide

This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place

In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed

In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists

Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides

 

The Number of the Beast

Book of Relevation, cryptically asserts 666 " the number of a man "
Two thirds into the apocalyptic vision his appearance has began

This dark magical number appears in so many ways
All the numbers on a roulette wheel = 666, lets play

In the Pennsylvania, 1980 lottery scandal
Equipment was tampered, three sixes the winning handle

Even computers have had this number to worry
Macintosh's Seven-Dust virus, in 666 bury

In a book called the Bible, Adonikam's descendants amounted
To Jerusalem and Judah, from Babylonian exile - 666 were counted

The Aryan tattoos of their Brotherhood
Six sixty six, a number understood

Is this just a number or is it coincidence
That it surrounds us, in our very existence

Are we to be afraid of this number in any way
hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, seems this number has many says

 

Ones Darkness

Sitting in my darkness
surrounded by oneself
silence resonates, abounds ~
my life,
like a space on an empty shelf

Deeper into my thoughts I go
whilst their shadows lacerate
now truncated, unparallel
I now await my fate

My mind now twisted and torn
open gapes show in deaths abyss
who would have known, when born
a moment his world would list

Somewhere out in the darkness
drifts a wandering, roaming soul
who closed his eyes
and entered his thoughts
where he eventually reached his goal