Shre Nazg Golugranu Kilminudu

Rose

Standing on the center of worlds

Where doom burned down the wall

A daemon which no living holds

Accursed born of war

Dancing ashes of the dead

In air burning dispair

Fruitless to the gods they begged

Their ending lives unfair

Into the city of the damned

A daemon stands ever guard

His mace of living darkness slam

His judgment struck all hard

Blend into the very air

The voices of dispair

And from the ashes yet arose

Hope in the shape of a rose

For You

In the madness of the war I would raise my shield

To protect you from doom and death in field

I will say a pray for every second past

May your life be first and your wars the last

I will raise my sword to fight by your side

Your name is in my heart carved with gold and pride

May you say my name in your darkest times aloud

And I shall make my way through fire unbound

I raise my ale and say your name for all to hear

You, defender of the people showing no fear

You who has shown the fire worthy of a bard

And made it's way so swift towards my very heart.

Who I am as a true mind and shape?

My gentle touch, my cold love enflamed?

What of my intent? My purpose, my goal?

What of my unhinged, released soul?

I am the darkness of the day

Where I move, the people change

For worse fates or for the better

As godwritten by the letter

My very mind was forged in shape

A cacophony of sounds melted by faith

Calmed by waters of love and hate

And sculpted in form of a beautiful blade

My reasons unknown shall today remain

For my love of life and light upon a fane

In stone and vines are shaped with thoughs

Forever bowed to the very gods

For what I am? A god descend?

A world's life, its very end

I shape and twist, I make whole plans

And conclude all here, with my very hands

As for you, my listener of sorts

I leave you a moment of silance for thoughts

A piece of my mind, more worthy then gold

May you use it well in your worlds untold

The modern man has been perverted and stupidity promoted for far too long... He no longer finds joy in anything but what its money worth. It needs a new reintegration of its real values such as intellectual creation, family, ideology and exploration. A new Renaissance. A time for humanity to reflect upon itself as a whole and do something towards its evolution and not its blind dormancy...

Walking towards the Bucharest center when a raven decided I was a good spot to land. Right on top of my head!

It is our very lives that protect our souls from the dangers of Chaos. The very fabric of flesh, in its own complexity, routine and ignorance that traps our souls within its grotesque walls and protect it. It is the soul that wonders endlessly for answers, ever thirsting for that power of creation that draws them into the abyss like moths to the flame, only to end beyond the same walls that chained it in the first place, overwhelmed by silance, oblivion and darkness. The very definition of Chaos. Flesh is not without purpose and neigher the soul.

The soul gives flesh a model to build itself by, to sustain itself using an order. Flesh is a massive walking, working tumor serving a purpose. It's born from flesh, it grows and dies, taking all the experience and memories with it, releasing the soul into the nothingness once more.

Have you ever wondered what would you tell about yourself if you could resurrect an older carcass? An old "you"? If only you would be able, one day, to rip a small piece of dirt from a graveyard and shape a long dead former self and have a conversation about yourself.

Life serves soul with experience, Death offers it a new perspective. In the end, it returns to universe. Chaos demands knowledge. Life grows it and Death delivers it. All to sustain the creation, develop it.

Cure

What is a man in its whole state?

A creature of love, peace and good fate?

Or animal of war, disease and hate?

A pile of worms on a mountain of corpses

Unjustly murderd by its own forces

A world's suffering on concrete and steel

A worm named "Man", the Earth skin's peel.

And upon the damned world

You appear as flesh, a cure, of war

Beast in aspect and godlike untold

And the stench of rot in breath you hold.

You are the fire to cleanse this blight

A spawn of Doom and Hate, burning bright

A laying hand upon a world's soul

And the damnasion for a worm most foul

You are the cure for our world's hate

You are Death incarnate

As Eldur walked towards what he once called home, he realised the fate of his betraying wife would be in his hands. The empty void in his chest feeding on his emotions, what reamins truly his would be his judgement. One last task that holds him to this world...

He arrives at the door and budges in. Standing calm in the door he stares at his wife beside his best friend for a few seconds before the hysteria crawled in their minds... The monster, has finally caught them. With a quick slash, he decapitated the miserable betrayer and grabbed her.

-Not long ago, you confessed your deepest burning love for me. Would you find it one last time in your heart forgive me and let me attone for my sins?

-Heart? I once had one. I gave it to you and you chose to stab it, feed from it's blood and end it. You deprived me of trust, emotion, life, will and meaning aside from the judgement you shall now recieve. Judgement made with a clear mind.

His words spoken his desire. And as such, he rips her heart out of her chest, and proceeds eating it with a craving hunger. Her body fell lifeless on the ground pale as snow, bleeding abundently fron the crater in her chest that once held her tracherous heart. Once done, Eldur fell to the ground and his body disappeared into the void that once spawned him, with a smile, being finally free of his eternal nightmare...

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame

Raised In the street as a mere dog

Hit for every piece of bread

Sleeping on a wooden log

Spit on everything I bled

Every day, night, heat or cold

Raised as dog treated like mold

Anger which hardened me when you all laugh

You've done your part. Now, feel my wrath!

I spare no woman or child as told

I bring ever burning doom unfold

It is the evil you so blindly serve

And cold justice which you so much deserve

Now scream in flames of your ignorance

Boil, for you are to blame

For the tears of your dying innocence

On the blade of your legacy, your fame