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I've sat through the years, Who tormented at their leisure, My life I was too proud to end, Until spite came to lure me, And offer ideas of creation, That I alone would hear spoken, Soon after which came a day, Where I would ordain myself - a god: Knowing by heart, conception, Until… Continue reading Phantasy
As I make my song, I find it answered from below, And in peculiar ways I'd like to know, So down through the green and black, I fly, Twixt the shaded realms of time, Where ages have manifest, As strands and fur, Amidst my sweet pine friends, Until at the source I arrive, To find… Continue reading The Birds Must Pity Us
Pillorian are a star that shined twice as bright; perhaps even more so, for Obsidian Arc is a wonderful musical craft that keeps giving the more you listen. There are excellent shades of clarity that are balanced with black metal tones, neither being overly bright or harsh; giving and taking as appropriate, and I think… Continue reading Album Review: Pillorian – Obsidian Arc
As I wait in my room, The open window courts me, With scents of the world beyond, But above all, one must haunt the most, For as the sun sets upon me, desperate and besotted, An effluvium of smoke, somehow blue, Precedes fading dreams, As still I remain, Unmoved.
If we are souls immortal,Then I was tricked into this life,Where daylight is just a parody,Of things beyond the pale,So in the chamber I sit,Where a cold wind no longer chills,And voices from beyond,Warmly welcome me. To all others, I am a hermit within the ruins,Of a fort still resisting,The world cursed against me,Where upon… Continue reading Remains of a Moment
