Lokasenna
03-14-2009, 04:46 PM
An endless Sea of Sorrow,
With no hope held in vain,
No future, no tomorrow,
No mercy in the rain.
Archaic Zarathustra!
What cans’t thou decree?
For life has lost its lustre,
None listen now to thee.
Hell’s eternal fires,
Against the Floods of Old,
Sacred, smouldering spires,
Corroded spikes of gold.
Oh, purgéd human-kind,
The Angels all are lame,
The Eyes of God are blind,
Bright Lucifer aflame.
Wanton Devestation!
Evanescent Stain!
Antithesis Creation!
No memories remain...
I read an interesting article the other day about the chances of nuclear war. Suffice it to say, the author thought it was fairly likely to come about. This poem just sort of emerged from out of my paranoia - I wanted to create something that had a very abrupt, hard feel to it, with absolutely no leeway.
Anyway, as always, positive criticism is always helpful!
With no hope held in vain,
No future, no tomorrow,
No mercy in the rain.
Archaic Zarathustra!
What cans’t thou decree?
For life has lost its lustre,
None listen now to thee.
Hell’s eternal fires,
Against the Floods of Old,
Sacred, smouldering spires,
Corroded spikes of gold.
Oh, purgéd human-kind,
The Angels all are lame,
The Eyes of God are blind,
Bright Lucifer aflame.
Wanton Devestation!
Evanescent Stain!
Antithesis Creation!
No memories remain...
I read an interesting article the other day about the chances of nuclear war. Suffice it to say, the author thought it was fairly likely to come about. This poem just sort of emerged from out of my paranoia - I wanted to create something that had a very abrupt, hard feel to it, with absolutely no leeway.
Anyway, as always, positive criticism is always helpful!