Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

The Goblin King's Scrolls..


Selected Poetry and texts that mean something to me.

This The Ring of Gothic Poetry site owned by The Ashen Childe.
[ Previous 5 Sites | Previous | Next | Next 5 Sites | Random Site | List Sites ]

THese poems are by myself, my friends, and others..enjoy!!


THE WITCH'S CALL

To the windswept plains, I blow a kiss, And Passion t'wards tthe raging fire; To oceans from which we once came, And the mountains be earthfolk's sire

I welcome thee with open arms, Purity of spirit and mind and heart, And do as I wilt, shall it harm none, In my magickal mystical art. ~Ravenite (Me)


CLAUDIA

Her lips were red, Her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold; Her skin was white as leprosy The nightmare, Life-in-death was she Who thick's man's blood with cold. ~Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire


From ALLERGIC (TO THOUGHTS OF MOTHER EARTH)

Any means in your horizon, Heaven in a Tourniquet, The Afterlife to keep your eyes on, Bitter pill you take today,

Any means in your horizon, Every mink walks two by two, We gamble to be born again, You know I never wanted to. ~Brian Molko, Placebo


DEEP RECESS

deep recess, so within my mind, a problem plagues, a demon grows, a small flame grows on dark decay, brightening what I've never known.

Who is that girl...so lonely there, with raven hair? Why do her eyes forever twinkle, playing at the sorrow of the world?

Why is it all shall cast her out, and still the darkness draws her in brightening her days so dim, happiness in social sin?

The death of what she used to be The monster gone, a new thing here, The pettiness inside their minds there's something new to fear.

But still she is sorrowful still she is sad but they all tell her, a new day dawns....the child in her begins to crawl.

Such beauty can only be found in the eyes of the sorrowful..........

The child is standing, strong and tall and they can't make me fall... and when they try.... I delve into my deep recess again. ~Ravenite.


DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight and ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain, When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift upflinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft star shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. ~ Anonymous


REMEMBER

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day. You tell me of the future that you planned; Only remember me, you understand. It will be late to counsel then, or pray Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember do not grieve; For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad. ~Christina Rosetti


MY ADORE

It feels like centuries since I last felt such a glory and all is charmed to be the blood is finally flowing in my direction

Surrounded by such magic a gift for eternity as I have won the prize once and for all

I look into your beauty but I taste a whole lot more You are my one and only existance The power that soothes my thirst and soars

And we shall stand together With our gift of ebony for a lfetime and more as you are my true necessity... and my adore. ~Drakhivaan


THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

I'm such a map of self abuse, a road closed off, no life, no use A dying rose so gently falling, and everyday I hear death calling But now, no more pain, no more tears, not again. I am long gone, outcast, forsaken, I'll always be the road not taken. ~Ravenite


More to come soon!!



16th November 199... SOME NEW POETRY!!!

Reveille,

"Wake, vaulted shadow shatters, Trampled to the floor is spanned; And the tent of night in Tatters, straws the sky pavillioned land." -, (Housman)


BRIEF

Words flow from my pen, As water from a river, And my tangled feelings slowly- Begin to be sorted. The flood of script darkens, the snowy white page. Leaves it dripping, with inky thoughts.

Each paragraph presents a theme- each sentence an idea.... Each word is an expression, an impression of my view. As you read it, think of me, what I see, how I feel... This is a picture of my soul- Captured on paper.

-J.R (The Vampyre Jade). From her website "reverie"


SOLITUDE

Help me get this pain out of my head, putting thoughts in my mind, making me wish I was dead.

searing pain is overcoming me....left me alone, telling me I'll never be...free.

Trying to find a way I can run away Breaking all my barriers.. ....i don't want to play....

pushed me in a corner painted red try to ruin me can't hear anything you said

just run away from what I fear burning the words I don't want to hear

My life in pieces, an age old drone, And this thing knows I'm alone...

-Ashe Ravenite (Me)


SPIRAL

We look, we bleed, we look again, hold yourself, rock yourself, cry yourself to sleep, my friend,

A crying child asks to come in, again the godless confess sins The scabs are picked, the mind is black, how can they fly with broken wings??

the world inside it turns to stone I am that child, I am alone The Spiral spins and cracks open... the heart is stone....

The blur of black and purple falls and cries for help, but no one cares,

stone sinks quicklier than me, engulfed and drown, they sleep..

-Ashe Ravenite (Me)


RUNAWAY

Surrounded in this empty shell, I was dead so long ago, yes it hurts when you get too close.... cannot speak, and so I push away couldn't talk, and nothing else to say and I am just a runaway inside....

holding back (I'll be no one), won't even know that I am here, gripped in slumbersome paralysis, cannot sleep, "what a bad house we have here." cannot eat- I'm just gaining every fear and I am just a runaway inside....

-Ashe Ravenite (me)


BLUE BEAUTY

Thunderstruck! Each night I see you in my dreams, Forbidden and Forsaken, from your heart, and I watch you... slowly dancing in the blue rain..

You run me cold, as I watch you weep for your losses, such a lonely soul, saddened by eternity,

And you have me.. Thunderstruck! My blue beauty, I shall drink your tears of shedded blood, and mend your forgotten soul...

Step out of that lonely pool, and take my hand... I shall caress your needs, and mend your forgotten soul, take my hand, my blue beauty, and lay down the rose.. I shall mend your broken soul..

I will take you from this broken land, all you have to do is take my hand.. And I will mend you from this forsaken sand... My blue beauty, just take my hand!

-Drakhivaan.


"Originality comes from insanity" ~Drakhivaan
"All my walls are lost in mirrors, whereapon I trace, self to righthand, self to lefthand, self in every place" Christina Rosetti, "A royal princess"
"death4.gif" is copyright of DC Comics and was taken from "Death and Sandman"
"Turn the other way"

Email: ashe_child@hotmail.com