Careless Wishes

Please take me out of this place
A golden path, such precious waste
Where the storms of life have taken me
Walking in gold but no one to see

The things he saw faded away
From every brick where he walked
Don't you ever ask for a brain!
Reason should not be sought


You cut lumber with rhythm
To beat the heart you do not have
If it is love you want to feel
Sit down and wait for death


Search down in the end of your soul
Cowards always died of old
Courage,
Only lives it stoles
Heroic tales they will never unfold


Go on in this dark broken path
Golden bricks you will find
Grab them and knowledge the fact
Emerald's truth is within my mind...


by Medivh

Notes: I think it's clear even for the ones who read between the lines. I'm starting this new way of doing poetry... based on books and stuff. I think it's Blind Guardian's influence. I think that is kinda boring to always use my feeling in such a crude and explicit way to do poems... like this is more difficult, I need mental planing... "How can I put this feelings and turn this influence upside down in a good way?". I think this question has a seed right here. The "Song of Sardaukar" was only one point of view of Dune series, this one is also a new point of view, but is a twist in the story to.

The Song of the Sardaukar

March to the Guild spaceships

Disguised as Giedi Prime rams

The Emperor's words keep our minds fixed

And the Duke's blood will flow on the sands

Terror machine 

We born to kill

In Salusa Secundus, the prison of steal

By Corrino's word of law

We will conquer this god forsaken land
But first, the falcon goes to the ram

And to the worm his concubine and his son

Blast those heretics above the sand

Those who stole so many lives of ours

Powered by the will of the desert rat

And the knife child who threatens our powers

We fear no death, 

We feel no emotion,

Join the march of the Sardaukar

Our vengeance is in motion

We shall not survive

Victory or Death!!!

If we can´t kill the rat

We shall kill ourselves instead

We were once conquerors 

But our legacy fell too soon

Buried in this old spiced planet

Arrakis, also called Dune

by Medivh

Notes: I think this poem is not to everyone. You need to understand a lot about Frank Herbert's Dune. You may find it interesting even if you don't know the novel but all the magic of the poem is to understand those little details or hidden interpretations behind. This is also my first experience creating a poem related to a novel :)

Disclaimer: All names mentioned and related to Dune belong to Frank Herbert and his legacy, and were not created by me. I'll gain no money with this poem :)

Riding Your Dreams

The riders came at night

A curse made them crawling

Seeking the comfort of moonlight...

Their Master is calling!

They searched for power

They search for plunder

Even lifes they devour

To feed their anger

In the end they were alone

Fading into black

Cursed to the bone

With no lines to track

Asking for forgiveness

Only knifes in their back

Cursed by demons

They search for a cure...

In death they haunt your dreams

Can you hear their screams?

The riders are in your head tonight 

Slashing your soul with your own mistakes

They find... their master takes

Seeking the comfort in your sleep

They are yours to keep!

Because,

The riders came at night

A curse made them crawling

Seeking the comfort of moonlight...

Their Master is calling!

In death they haunt in your dreams

Can you hear their screams?

by Medivh

Notes: This poem was already posted in my other blog.  Why re-post? Now I need to organize all the poems I wrote in the other blog to this one where their presence is more important. Slowly I'll bring all of them here.
About this poem... pure darkness you can bind to many situations or none at all xD Now I look it reminds me of "The Four Horsemen" by Metallica, was not my intentions, and even if it was there no similarity between words or rhymes. It's just a stupid feeling that makes me compare the 2 things, maybe by the amount of darkness and energy both possess. 

The Poison Is Also the Cure

I know a extremely potent poison
Filled with hope and despair
For some a beacon of light
For others and incredible nightmare


Some may search to find a sample
Others may avoid such exposure
I keep some within my temple
Because poison is the cure


Some never asked and got bitten
Others once owned it and failed
I keep fighting and dreaming
To have the chance they never made


Why search for such deadly thing
That take your hopes and hurt your soul?
Because deep within you know
That's something out of your control

Let me warn you about such toxin
That could kill you inside
Its called LOVE
And I once hoped that could be mine.




by Medivh


Notes: Nothing to add, I think I made it pretty clear... It's all about expectations, failures, conformity, giving up - against hope, love and illusion.

The Undead King

The blade drove through his flesh, bone and soul
And the king, betrayed by the position of his heart
Fell into Death's arms willingly to trade
His immortality for life already teared apart


Tricked by the Reaper's cunning and malice
The pact was sealed with a dark ritual,
Words taken by his feelings
Allowed by revenge for those to fall

Next to his grave, the king has been reborn
With pale skin and dark iron orbits
His soul ripped of life like a stone
Flying to the palace to kill'em all

The blade bearer, his hated son
Sat at the table surrounded by lust
Will fall for what he has done
By his father that returns from dust


Now the night long past and gone
The Undead King remains in his throne
Laughing for his son, the bloody traitor
Hanging with his family outside the wall


Now... the dead shall rise
Because the world was full of the living
In this unholy land filled with demise
The Undead King will watch the world sinking




by Medivh


Notes:
Nothing to point, just a dark history, with little but strong morality. It's the first exclusive poem made for this blog and that's a good thing. Enjoy and give constructive critics (good or bad).
  

Dark Alley

The shadow walks the street alone

To free itself from her deadly curse

From all the things never said and done
From all the hopes long rotten and gone

The man walks the street, looking for his shadow

Cuz even in the fog the granted things are lost

And darkness is all that grows

Masked behind the alleys he already crossed

The heart walks the street, looking for his master

But the man already lost his mind to fear

Cuz Love is an assassin through answers

And the heart already blinded him

Death walks the street screaming

But the man's already dead and roting

The heart stopped beating 

Because in blood it was sinking

The shadow leaves untouched

Breaking like glass between the alleys

And the soul... the vouch of existence?

Have taken his thoughts and remained in silence...

by Medivh

Notes:
I wrote this like 6 months ago and I though would be a great way to start this new blog just for my poetry. The poem may have some different interpretations and just because I wrote it doesn't mean your ideas are incorrect. I idealize this very broken man walking a dark street at night (I think the picture gives a nice view of what I was thinking). I think is like the feeling of loneliness that lead the man to his own destruction. Difficult to explain even for the guy who wrote this xD
This poem is already posted in my other blog but I though this was one of the best I ever written so it would be a mistake not to post here.

Welcome to "Dark Poetry"!

Welcome to a blog where dark poems are everywhere!!! :P Enjoy, make interesting and constructive comments. If you like, keep coming. My english may fail sometimes because it's not my primary language. I hope to publish a new poem every week There's some weeks where I lack of inspiration to write so I promise nothing :)
Enjoy....

"A poem is never finished, only abandoned."
Paul Valery