~Death Chords on the Dark Guitar~

WordWulf By WordWulf, 21st Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/whioz.k0/
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In the waking of my life, I come to mourn; I see everything’s the same. The beast is in the garden and he charges until the walls fall down again.

~Death Chords on the Dark Guitar~

On the mourning of my life
I come awake
I see everything has changed
Through the light of crystal eyes
I make a cave
until I am rearranged
The watchers all are watching,
their vacant eyes
turn my naked skin to clay
I see them through the mist
a warning that I
must somehow hide away
There are thirteen candles
a tiny pool of tears
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar

Who is the faceless woman
oh with her danse
she makes my poor heart afraid
as she moves across my garden
through the ashes
of fires I have made
If beauty is her mystery
and the faces
broken windows from my past
may come mocking what I am
what I have been
and the lady makes her danse
There are thirteen flashes
into tiny pools of fear
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar

I see the fingers moving
and thunder
marks the rhythm of my name
as I dig a hole for hiding
pull my head down
I curse the mourning rain
Thus I built a pyre
until the lightning
made the players’ silhouette
as their bones struck the sinew
the lady danced
into a falling pirouette
There are thirteen voices
the flames of the choir
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar

In the waking of my life,
I come to mourn
I see everything’s the same
The beast is in the garden
and he charges
until the walls fall down again
When I hear a child laughing
is it the Gods
playing music they have made
the ashes and the golden
left by the boy
where the dansing lady laid
There are thirteen lakes of fire
piles of rainbows burned to ashes
Are they the death chords
of the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar

His fingers are bleeding,
fire consumes his mourning
His bloody sword is singing
death dirges forming
Through the blood and fire
smiling on his faces
flying high and higher,
through jet streams, Gods, and traces
and to the earth again
stone heart caged and bound
bleeding for the when
the instant of the sound
She is dansing in his praying
they go falling far and far
His bleeding fingers playing
death chords on the dark guitar
They’re playing death chords
on the dark guitar

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Art, Death, Death Chord, Guitars, Lyrics, Original Music, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Spirit, Tom Sterner, Wordwulf, Writing

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I write novels, poetry, songs,nonsense & lies. Sometimes truth sneaks in when I ain't lookin'.

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author avatar Denise O
22nd Jan 2011 (#)

Darn that was good. Great job. You always impress me with your work.
Thank you for sharing.:)

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