Friday, 22 September 2017

Unforgiving

Walk with me through the night's fog
Under the eye of an unforgiving moon
Through this den of dire daemons
'Til Dis do up part

We are drowning in our bleak fear
My only wish a moment of reprieve

We're abandoned by our dead gods
Lost to Dis for ever more
If you would ask it, I'd die for you
We've nowhere to run any more

The floodgates have opened
And the hunters are coming through
Searching for we their prey
To spill our blood upon the altar

We are crawling through our fear
How much farther can we go

Hellhounds on our trail day by day
Damned souls on our trail night after night
The moon glares leering down at us
Are our vows breaking, horror soars

We're abandoned by our dead hope
Lost to Dis for ever more
As you have wished, I died for you
I've no blood to bleed any more

Eternity is pain, break me here
My only wish is for the end

Thursday, 21 September 2017

Gone Home

From death, I stare
Clawing my way home
Across stardust rings
Can't breathe, can't be
Release me from your hell

Heavenly host tear my flesh
As I turn my back on your light
My head explodes as I lose you
Beast-void take me home

Putrid souls embrace me
In pain eternal I'll burn
Terror is all I am to you now
Hate me as I kill you, too
Join me in my hell

Devil left nothing for us here
May it be heaven, may it be hell
Cry into this decrepit vault
May you be love, may you be hate

An Apology

Hello Blogosphere
Didn't see you standing there
It's been a while

I should like to apologise
For my absence was not my intent
I've missed this

I have something of a backlog
Fragments from these past days
This passion has not died

Let the record now show
That Terrence Anathema is back on
The show will go on

Sunday, 21 February 2016

Haiku 44

Hey who left this here
And why do I feel a bleak
Vague presence tagging





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Tuesday, 16 February 2016

The Last Gift

It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The immortal one rises.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
a timeless wanting.

Her ebon hair cascades over
pale and tragic shoulders,
and her full scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.

Remembrance of my Death

Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my vitae drips
to the fallen despairing leaves.
In existential dread I call your name
while oblivion surrounds me.
Now alone, my love falls upon uncaring eyes.

This is because of you.

Heaven Shunned

Slender beams of accusation enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always forlorn, always sorrowful,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom
as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my shamed soul.

Tears on my face,
I raise my head, 
now embracing
this aloof mortality.