The Demon's Poetry

COTN FAMILY POEM

Dark Souls looks over where the earth meets sky of the C.O.T.N family
How the quiet nights in the mist of Darkness.
How next door that happiness lives next to sorrow,
Where darkness meets light in the crack of dawn
The sunset holds no barriers for true C.O.T.N

Signals of solution in the Darkness of this family.
A Family of heart for each other’s pains
A Family of the Blood of justice,
A Family of the Blackrose of Love
Which is Black on the outside, but true red inside
Because when you pierce the Blackrose it pours the deepest red
We realized the blood of the rose was the true love inside for all of us
A Family of a Raven that holds peace instead of a white dove
A Family untied by One Dark Man in his Darkness We all need him and us,
Can’t live without life of the darkness

His darkness…….
How sleeping awake because of fear.
How children are drowning in their tears.
How we need a place where we can go,
A Family where every one will have a hero (Undertaker)
Where a family grows stronger in the middle of stormy weather,
Wont' stumble and won't fall.
I know a place where all this shelter. (Family HUG)
In our thoughts we have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
In a tree by the mystical brook, there's a Raven that sings,
Singing the blackness of pain, suffered by all in their depths of hell
Sometimes all of our pains are misgiving
But family arms shield us of from our depths of sorrow
Why?…………there family of darkness, but your C.O.T.N family

And we hurt, and bleed, and cry and scream,
rant against the world and renounce it,
but we know, somewhere deep down inside,
that some things, rare and precious few that they are,
are worth living for. (C.O.T.N)
We will love again in a salty sea of innocent tears.
We will see the world as an uncut diamond, beautiful and promising.
And we will forgive ourselves, no matter how hard it is.
And soon,
we will realize that the mere touch of a C.O.T.N hand can save us,
or at least,
touch our very soul. And we will learn to love ourselves again.
It will take time to heal, but what else do we have, but time?
But in that time the family is there for you
To always Love you for who you are!
There's a sign on the Gates of hell, but the family wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. The Lord of Darkness calling you to join him,
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
Dear Soul, can you hear the wind blow of the dark side, and did you know
Where you find Hearts of Gold in the purest Darkness of all
Where death has brought a family united as One
Then the Undertaker will lead us to reason.
And a Night will dawn for those who stand long

The C.O.T.N are family.
They stand by the Lord of Darkness
They’re beloved Undertaker
They stand for each other in there darkest hour
Through thick and thin
No matter what
We shall never R.I.P!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome to the Darkness

You spend the day, like many past, seeking a reply.
To the query you submitted, simply asking 'why?'.
But there is nothing to be found, where you are roaming now.
The question you should ask yourself, is neither 'where?' nor 'how?'.
You search in all the wrong locations, looking far away.
You're travelling from place to place, instead you should just stay.
Remain where you are standing now, don't take another pace.
The path which you instead should follow, hides beneath your face.
Remove your mask! Search your heart! Then dwell into your soul!
And when you find an empty nest - dive into that hole!
Leave the light behind you, explore your darker side.
And be prepared for hell and worse - for this is where I hide.
The darkness that you hid so well, the hatred you surpressed.
The evil that you so deny, will never go to rest.
For each time that you lock me up, or make me go away -
My strength increases, inevitably, and now I'm here to stay.
Consume your every fear, I will. Feed upon your fright!
Welcome to the Darkness. Welcome into the night!

The Urn of the Darkness

Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses...
Hopeless to resist the poetry I write...
for I compose the poetry of the night...

Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender...
Hard as lighting and as soft as a candle light
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the Darkness of the URN...

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before...

Softly, deftly, Darkness shall surround you...
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you...
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of the URN..

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, New World!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
to the power of the URN that I write -
the power of the Darkness of the URN...
You alone can make my poetry take flight -
help me make the Darkness of the URN...

Fate Of Humanity
A feared leap onto a hidden stepping stone
Blindfolded and reaching,
along the chosen path
I found a hand -
The first niche in a darkened world
The initial feeling of belonging.
My first friend of my new beginning,
at ease, tranquil, yet eager to please.
And then I felt like I belonged...
amidst those so foreign.
Alongside, a carried torch,
a happily flickering light
to brighten the drab grey stones
that surrounded and engulfed
A leader, a guide, my mentor...
But as soon as I found my balance,
when I could finally stand alone,
and easily found new places to step -
I didn't need the hand...anymore.
Yet within, I never forgot the aid
that was so generously given...
And of late, I see so much has dimmed...
A selfish bastard snuffed the torch,
bringing down thick a blanket of darkness
and leaving that gaping hole
where such a happy disposition
could always have been depended upon.
I carry on in solemn tranquility,
silently mourning, quietly grieving,
thinking that one so bright...
will never again rest his eyes on the sun...
and feel its delicious warmth.
In such a world, light diminishing
leadens the hope in such penetrating doom
as the youthful are constantly
being taken away -
I mourn the loss of a friend
and the fate of humanity...
The only consolation is that
his creative soul...
may ever fly free.
"The death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience."