Orias
Left Hand Path
Hey there, I decided to write a few stanzas about bloody sacrifice. Amon Amarth set the mood of course 
These short poems also tell a tale too great for a straight on vocabulary. Mostly, they entail all of what I believe (consider double meanings), besides literal sacrifice of course...(or maybe not HEHE!)
I
A crimson river
Pours over stone plains and valleys
Where an ageless light
Purges the husk to a boil
Walls painted with their life's
A frozen breath entombs their spirits
Their essence will be used
To dampen the strings of Life
II
A shadow flickered
Where the sundries my artwork
Only the whimper of a stone
And the wheeze of unsettled dust led me to her
Behind a boulder she drew
Her heavy breath weaving riddles
Her eyes crossed mine
While searching for answers
III
Drip Drip
The steam of blood
Spoils the secrets of an ancient knowledge
That flows through their veins
Sacrifice
An answer has been revealed
That rises from the curses on our backs
They will become us
As we consume their boiling breath
III (Part 2)
I awoke
To the tune of crawling sand
And the murmur
Of a forewarning breeze
The entrance to my domain
Is frozen by the clutch of a sanguinary light
Where spires of mist
Cast thirsty shadows
__
IV
A skull sits on my throne
His cheek in place of mine
It houses a wisdom
Beyond existence
What seeks
Finds nothing
For the Universe feeds those...
That feed it...
These short poems also tell a tale too great for a straight on vocabulary. Mostly, they entail all of what I believe (consider double meanings), besides literal sacrifice of course...(or maybe not HEHE!)
I
A crimson river
Pours over stone plains and valleys
Where an ageless light
Purges the husk to a boil
Walls painted with their life's
A frozen breath entombs their spirits
Their essence will be used
To dampen the strings of Life
II
A shadow flickered
Where the sundries my artwork
Only the whimper of a stone
And the wheeze of unsettled dust led me to her
Behind a boulder she drew
Her heavy breath weaving riddles
Her eyes crossed mine
While searching for answers
III
Drip Drip
The steam of blood
Spoils the secrets of an ancient knowledge
That flows through their veins
Sacrifice
An answer has been revealed
That rises from the curses on our backs
They will become us
As we consume their boiling breath
III (Part 2)
I awoke
To the tune of crawling sand
And the murmur
Of a forewarning breeze
The entrance to my domain
Is frozen by the clutch of a sanguinary light
Where spires of mist
Cast thirsty shadows
__
IV
A skull sits on my throne
His cheek in place of mine
It houses a wisdom
Beyond existence
What seeks
Finds nothing
For the Universe feeds those...
That feed it...
