Who are you?
It was a part of me, that was always veiled but ignited, like the birth of a sun. it signed my heart, burning a hole in my flesh that felt like a blank white, a bone-coloured void.
From Me To You
Cast away the dress she once cherished, and bury the veil, for those who perished. an ethereal dance, sought for two, and the final act, from me to you.
In The End
I was listening to some music and thinking about what to write for today's poem when the song in the end by black veil brides came on. that was all the inspiration i needed!
The Wolf and the Shapeshifter
It was then she appeared from within the wood, a goddess of change and allure there stood; she looked like a jackal with a mouth-tipped tail, oh, what a sight in the midst of evening's veil.
Eulogy to a Snail
Its shell, now fragments, were picked, caressed by unfathomably alien wrinkles veiling another type of whiteness. light, paper, bone. it cannot be said that death came unannounced, its heraldic banner so vividly displayed.
Never Love
You cannot see this veil of tears this numb feeling i cannot shake. you cannot see me lying in bed motionless and unfeeling because of your poison the lethal equal to that of a cyanide capsule.
The Song of the Slayer - Prologue
Of a race blessed with fierce warriors and golden kings enthroned before the high-veiled sky, secure in their long halls, and as a people will prosper.
The Remembrance of Wolves Howl
The remembrance of wolves howl the moon lit night, the radiant light which shows the silhouettes the wolves of the everlasting sky night which blooms the red veil of the eternal rose of love throughout the sky of memories the wolves dance, seeing the hidden
Bones behind glass
Thinly veiled, the threats lie beneath glass. bones, i think of death. sentiments, i think of love. both play a part in each other. your anatomy, it lies where i can see it.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 13.5) BONUS
._ if e'er thou gavest hosen and clout, _every night and alle,_ sit thee down, thy veil put on, _this offering of thy soule._ from the god's house thou shalt not leave, _every nighte and alle,_ the brig o' dread be thy surcease, _this offering of thy
Everwinter Ch26: Seed of Hope
Clyde rose from the chair in silence, and walked off. ## 788 i.c, march 04, the pierced veil: kitchen, morning _the sun is rising... this is the kitchen... i think...
Agnosticism
But what more lies beyond the veil, to tempt your weary eyes? none of us know, and none can say. and to the liar: will you pay? if it is known and otherwise it is, will he say "liar"?