Thirteen

Blood courses through my veins:
Ancient memories of a distant reverie
Thoughts borne of lions' manes.

Flashing blades and cries of ends
Armor donned one last time to honor
Oaths sworn on a knee that bends.

Echoes throughout the misty ages
Of what was once and may be again
With the cracking turn of pages.

Virtues of those who rode and smote
Those who followed the deeds of seven
As the poets of their works wrote.

Though now their deeds are all but dead
Their names and desires lost to the winds;
All have retired to an earthen bed.

Here alone does one dare make a stand:
To challenge the time, to return to the age
Of when men of honor walked the land.

To stand against the test of time,
To stand true in the face of seven;
To stand with the names of eld
Who have long since died in heaven.

To be such a man, to be such a knight,
With one's only goal: to uphold the light
For a world that has sunk deep into night
To defend the weak with honor-born might
And for those desperate few, fight
For what can only be called right.

To be such a knight.

Damned

My mind is screaming
My soul is bleeding
I cannot flee this pain

Left alone in dark rooms
Darkness in my mind looms
Threatening to consume me

Hopelessness fills my mind
I only seek peace to find
To ease my sufferings

All things end in apathy undying
My dreams in the darkness lying
Ne'er to surface again

Anger grows within, a flaring spark
Not enough to fight the tides of dark
That wash away all hope

Yesterday is forever gone
Echoes of the past at dawn
Bring tears to my eyes

Tomorrow will surely never come
Just a simple lie, taken from
Foolish hopes of day

The true name of eternity is today

And in that eternity I find my punishment.

Untitled

Lost and alone in the darkness unending
Wanders a small boy, searching unrelenting
Within his hand he holds a cross
Bearing his name, a reminder of his greatest loss:
Innocence.

In the forest journies a woman of words
Who has given up all hope in the world
Within her mind lies a tiny voice
Bearing her name, a reminder of her choice:
Muse.

Upon the ocean sojourns a darkened soul
Who carries the weight of the world's tolls
Within his heart he bears a great weight
Bearing his name, whose desire goes without sate:
Destiny.

Towards the tower falls an aged man
Who hears only the song of Gan
Within his soul he carries a sending
Bearing his name, a reminder of the ending:
Redemption.

On the shores of the beginning of life
Is the one who began all strife
Within her darkness lies the meaning of it all
Bearing her name, to whom all men will fall:
Love.

In the mirror that bears no reflection
Lies the answer to unvoiced inflections
Within its emptiness waits the question
Bearing its name, for which there can be no response:
Death.

Circles

circles, circles everywhere
but not a star in sight
i journey here, i wander there
still i seek to have the light
but my soul is black with sin
damned am i to eternal night

hope and love are both long dead
drifting like a broken kite
once i thought to battle the end
but now its pointless to fight
the dying of light at dusk
all my life is but a blight

the star is forgotten, fading, dying
but can i go gently into the night?
all the dreams, all the hopes
could it be that they might
live once again on wings of day
and end this living hell in flight?

circles, circles everywhere
but not a star in sight
lightning flashes before my eyes
a dark beckoning, to meet the end

and so, hence i go: to greet the maker:
with broken gun and shattered blade;
with dying rhyme and blackened soul;
with lost hope and withered love;
with all that i was and have become;
i go to meet the end.

i look into the mirror and die.

Hopeless

I look back at my shattered past;
Why were these things not meant to last?
A picture, a poem, a piece of mind
Now sinking deep below the brine
That is the depths.

All the things I've loved and shared
All the people for whom I've cared
Pass before my hopeful eyes
Dying slowly with every lie
I tell myself.

Now the dreams are dead, dying
In their bed they are lying, crying
Never to rise or come again
For they have never been
Real.

And I go to join them, in the dark
For all these things are but a lark
My hopeless hope dies at night
Never to see the morning light
That will ne'er come beside.

Reflection

I look into the eyes of death
And as I take my final breath
I realize his name is mine.
All this time I've feared the end
The final turn, the last bend
And now the time is here.
I always knew my life was short
But now I can offer no retort
As I slowly die.
There was a time when I would fight,
But now I only seek the night
Of black eternity.

I look into my own eyes,
reflected by the mirror;
And now my soul cries.
I never thought it would come to this,
But now I see the truth:
I hate myself and want to die.

The Tale of the Darksoul

Beneath where the dark god sleeps
Darkness hides the thing he seeks
Scorching earth and blazing fire
There he finds stars on a pyre
Wielding the dark blade of death and hate
He hunts for the dark god lying in wait
Soulless and empty, a shell of a man
He kills for the sake of that for which he stands

Fighting the rage within his breast
He battles his foes with all his best
Hope has fled him, the star is gone
Nothing save hate yet drives him on
Slashing and slicing, cleaving and felling
He spills his foes - the damned
Further into the darkness deep'ning
'flection of his soul, atrophying

Upon an altar in the heart of night
Waits the dark god, smiling in spite
Alone they stand, dark facing dark
God against man - true dark to true dark
Lifting the dark blade high in his hand
His challenge he voices, echoes 'cross the land
The dark god just nods, and sounds a knell
The soulless one charges, a bat out of hell

Darkness surrounds them, a sphere of evil purest
Blade clashes 'gainst blade putting each to the test
Flames surround both, fuelled by hate
The dark god beckons, summons forth bait
The soulless one screams, and slashes 'cross far
The dark god surprised - as is the true star
Thus he killed hate and love in one stroke
And all was lost: his search, his hope.

Introduction

Alright. As a writer, I write. If you read my blog, then you are aware that I have been in the process of writing a book over the past few months. However, that is not the extent of my work.

My attention span and lack of confidence in my ability both conspire against me, but I do manage to eke out a piece every now and then - primarily poetry. Keep in mind that most of these earlier pieces were written during my highschool years and therefore are a bit... emo, so to speak, and rather dark.

This blog will consist of the pieces that I have finished, and will be updated from time to time, but don't count on consistent additions.

As for the name of this blog, Asilent Lucidity, it is something of a contrast to the title of my usual blog. While "asilent" is not necessarily a word, the prefix "a-" indicates that the word is the opposite of its root, "silent," implying that this blog is a lack of silence, which I think fits nicely.

But anyway, now I'll actually get to posting some of my works.

It is what it is.