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Random poetry feel free to call it good or bad |
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In darkness and light
Stands a beacon so bright.
Look into mirror
Fearing your own sight
You schearch for that last stand
The last sane island
Falling into an insane sea
Holding on onto the last to see
Come thoughts floating in sweet air
Inflated with hate from a lair
Unknown, but so fair.
Make your own decisions
Leading to troublesome collisions
These explosions hurt kind hearted
But don’t show that you’ve flaunted
Look back into that mirror again
See your own beauty
Show that you’re that man
That was a boast, so needy
So that you could stand
On that lost beacon, a land
LDL
 LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Sat Mar 24, 2007 @ 10:34pm · 1 Comments |
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T_T I want my childhood back |
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little child
in your hand
take my hearth
one breath
steal my complex mind
guide me back to that land ...
LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Sat Nov 11, 2006 @ 03:39pm · 0 Comments |
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We all live to die, but in the end we ask have we been worthy to live such a life. Have I done anything with my time that was useful?
Some men are known in history for their great actions, but even the greatest constructors and warlords are nothing without the workers and soldiers behind them. History forgets all those little things because we cannot remember stories with a thousand names.
So we all do something worthy in this world, something that moves. People change people and people become history, but they don’t without people.
So if I ask again: Have I done anything useful? Then I say yes. Why? I was the drop of water that made a river with other drops.
LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Tue Oct 03, 2006 @ 06:25pm · 0 Comments |
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afther schearching in both the library and the net I came to the vampires of ancient cultures until not so long ago.
In Babylonian demonology: vampire-like spirits called Lilu/ Lili
They are demons, with their function being similar to that of a succubus. While men feared them for this reason, mothers feared the attack of the lilin because they were also said to kidnap children.
In Sumerian mythology: the bloodsucking Akhkharu.
These female demons were said to roam during the hours of darkness, hunting and killing newborn babies and pregnant women.
In Jewish demonology: (Lilitu/)Lilith (copied from Babylonian Lilu/Lili)
Lilith is a female Mesopotamian night demon believed to harm male children. She is often identified as the first wife of Adam and sometimes thought to be the mother of all incubi and succubi, a legend that arose in the Middle Ages. Lilith is also sometimes considered to be the paramour of Satan.
Upon deserting Adam and turning against God, Lilith was warned that one hundred of her demonic children would die daily if she did not return to God. She refused, and so it is said that one hundred lilin die daily.
In ancient Egyptian legends/stories
The goddess Sekhmet became full of bloodlust after slaughtering humans and was only sated after drinking alcohol colored as blood.
In Homer's Odyssey (not Simpson the Greek one)
the shades that Odysseus meets on his journey to the underworld are lured to the blood of freshly sacrificed rams, a fact that Odysseus uses to his advantage to summon the shade of Tiresias.
In Roman tales: Strix (scource for romanian)
Roman tales describe the strix, a nocturnal bird that fed on human flesh and blood.
The Romanian myths: Strigoi and the Albanian Shtriga
Strigoi (same form singular or plural) are the evil souls of the dead rising from the tombs (or living) that transform into an animal or phantomatic apparition during the night to haunt the countryside, troubling whoever it encounters. They are close relatives of the werewolves known as "pricolici" or "vârcolaci", the latest also meaning "goblin" at times.
The Shtriga, in Albanian folklore, was a witch that would suck the spirtus vitaé which is the living force of a person out of people at night while they slept, and would then turn into a flying insect. Only the shtriga herself could cure those she had drained (often by spitting in their mouths), and those who were not cured inevitably sickened and died. She preferred to drink from young children or even infants.
Slavic folklore: Vampire
a vampire drank blood, was afraid of (but could not be killed by) silver and could be destroyed by cutting off its head and putting it between the corpse's legs or by putting a wooden stake into its heart.
Note:
Many vampire legends also bear similarities to legends and religious beliefs regarding succubi or incubi.
LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Sun Jul 30, 2006 @ 10:53am · 2 Comments |
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cradle of filth- I thank god for the suffering |
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I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate
(I just felt like posting this here I realy like it alot)
LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Wed Jul 26, 2006 @ 06:58pm · 1 Comments |
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burning_eyes
we all know him some call him mister death others the keeper of souls but its accepted that we call him the grim reaper. I keep it on grimmy.
burning_eyes
question
The idea of our big skelly is accualy trying to understand why we are dying.
1. The cloak wich we all know is to hide what comes beyond death nobody knows that, but we've found millions of ways to give a reason to live our life the way we are living it. (I am trying to point at heaven and hell or the coming dooms day.)
2. The scythe is based on farmers. We all know when the time is there they take the scythe and go to the fields, cutting and collecting. This sounds somehow like the story thats connected to grimmy, cutting the those who have to die and collecting their souls.
3. Now that we are talking about souls anyway I'll just jump to the hourglass or clock that is sometimes in the dead hands of grimmy. The hourglass is just the time we have left. (Is this the countdown to doomsday?)
4. Grimmy is an old man or atleast a skeleton. We know all has to die so we made grimmy old or atleast the man has old bones, but when all is dead then grimmy will die to, so old or not it doesn't matter does it ?
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P.S.: this is my idea you don't have to agree
LostDevilLore (fromEden) · Fri Jun 23, 2006 @ 12:14pm · 0 Comments |
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