Favorite poems of the Darklord. All were borrowed and full credit is given. If you have a poem you think the Darklord might like, please send a copy to the Darklord's mailbox.

Sword's Play

It all begins with a tip of the hat, a nod of the head.
The two launch temselves into their macabre dance of steel.
Thrusting, feinting, dodging, parrying, weaving,
Flashes of steel illuminate the dazzling display
Intermittent reflections, pulses of light, between them darkness.
Moonlight coming off the blades reveals the sheer elegance andbeauty.
Beauty enhanced by danger.
Clashes of steel echo through the night: a bizarre rhythm for abizarre dance.
Simple movements grow more and more extravagant and daring.
Evolve more and more into Tarentellic frenzy.
The seconds slow as the beat increases,
Flashes and clangs grow in frequency and intensity,
More and more, greater, faster, harder, more frenetic, to the pointof ecstasy,
Until two sweat-ridden bodies collapse side-by-side.

-- Eric W. Liao

My poems of love and life

Emptiness

For death in the end is upon all.

For I am alone.

For emptiness from time to time fill us all.

We struggle to fight this, but none of us can win

For in the end we all are.

 

The Cycle

In my head is a struggle for what I want and what I do.

Doing what I don�t want is easy to succeed in.

In this struggle I have pain and hurt.

Hurting to find a way to break the cycle.

The cycle will end or I will end it.

It will stop or I will struggle no more and I will end it all to win.

Wining is all that matters in winning I hurt know one any more.

Anymore I see a struggle between me and the other me.

If this other me continues on I will hurt much, but if I stop him and win by force I will help many.

Many are in need of help and I want to be there to help.

Help is what I need to stop the other me or I must not exist so I do not add to the problems of this world.

 

From With In

From with in my heart my soul came out.

From this emerge a sorrow from within.

From now to eternity my sorrow went forth.

From here on out I knew I was truly alone.

From here on out I knew there were no chance for mistake.

From here on out I knew there was no chance for heart break

From here on out I knew I had no chance for disappointment.

From here on out even the bad looked good of the past.

From here on out I see no hope for good and would even hope for the bad.

From here on out I am alone forever more.

-- Paul T. Silva

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