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The Castle Of Anathia
Contributed by
Joker17
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Sunday, 24th November 2002 @ 05:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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“The Castle Of Anathia” - by J. Samuelson Copyright©2001 07/17
In a land of darkened time
Of deserts and withered weed
In the shadows of a fallen star
Lies The Castle Of Anathia.
Cold and crumbled stone
Silhouetted against high hills
Resting on a mountain ledge
Portraying it’s eerie outline.
Riding the winding pathway
Upwards, and towards the gate
Strode a man, a brave soul, alone
Intent on casting out this witch.
The gate, long rusted, and broken
Intertwined with razor-sharp thorns
A single light, shown from the tower
This witch, was watching below.
Preparing for this frail intruder
The evil, her spells could achieve
The mixture of blood and of cyanide
The measure for lifelong sleep.
The door of hardwood was creaking
As he dared to peer inside
The cobwebs, and broken mirrors
And spiraling stairs to the sky.
The odor of death was relentless
Black candles on concrete walls
The flickering gave off a shadow
Of movement around breath so cold.
Silently, reaching the top step
And looking behind him to see
The feeling of her eyes upon him
As he stumbled, and fell to her feet.
Her glare, as cold as her gray skin
She touched him, as he tried to rise
She sensed his fear, and intention
And lightning cracked through the sky.
Amidst the time that was frozen
She lifted, and held out her hand
He had no choice but to take it
She had him, he just closed his eyes.
Up to the tower of madness she led
And into the damp musty cell
The chamber of devastation and death
She readied for fatal inception.
Commencing the chants to the spirit
Demanding a death to the night
A sacrifice of her sick concoction
Damning the stars, she would reign.
The power of blood rests before her
The feeding, off fear in his eyes
Controlling, and pouring the poison
Onto his chest as he cried.
She raised her arms, unto darkness
And shouted in tongues, with a grin
This witch had long had this coming
As the long blade slid through her heart.
Her blood and her rage were still spilling
As he shoved it upward and in
The screams of deaths grip releasing
The ending of a notorious witch.
The Castle Of Anathia is still standing
And darkness prevails from within
This man, born of the powerful might
Would never be heard from again.
The gloomy old relic of misery
It’s stench, left filling the night
It’s never quite out of the vision
But never too torment again.
To this day, the wonder is spreading
And all fear, ‘till proof of the end
The children gone, are still missing
This father, for all, had revenge.
Copyright ©
Joker17
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2002-11-24 05:20:00]
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Re: The Castle Of Anathia
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by wyrd_faerie on
Monday, 25th November 2002 @ 04:44:22 PM AEST
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wow, that is very good. i love the verse which starts 'commencing the chants to the spirit'
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Re: The Castle Of Anathia
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by yellow_sundragon on
Monday, 6th January 2003 @ 09:04:56 PM AEST
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I like this, it just kind of sucked me in until the end. This is really really good!
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