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The Road Not Taken

Autor: BlackLoona

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-*-

Autor: BlackLoona

And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of Castamere, But now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.

Autor: BlackLoona

And if thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.

Litte Bird

Autor: BlackLoona

Pretty little bird, with innocent eyes and a sweet face; able to fit in the palm of ones hand as he sings and coos ever so softly. Wings clipped from a torturous past, but still he sings, his tiny chest beating like a small drum as he calls and coos and enchants those around him.

For he is temptation and they cannot resist.

Pretty little bird, with innocent eyes and a sweet face as he lures others to him, tilting his head to the side in a show of bashfulness as those who are greedy and envious follow him, yielding to his calls and allowing themselves to be wrapped within his will.

He excites them, this little bird, as he comes near, only to quickly scurry away when one dares to come to close, hiding his face in a form of shyness as he leads them along, whispering in their ear such sweet words as they try to grasp and hold him, wanting, wanting, wanting just a small taste of the pretty bird, who sings so softly and looks like an angel.

Pretty little bird, with innocent eyes and a sweet face as they follow him, follow him into the darkness, follow him into hell, for he is a sweet little bird, and can do them no harm. But they do not see the malice, the hatred, the insanity that swirls within those pretty eyes as he glances away in feigned coyness.

For they are ignorant, and he is a master.

Softly he calls and easily they obey, and as they gaze into those pretty eyes set in an innocent face they do not see the crow that looms overhead, shadowing the pretty little bird like a plague until they are staring into cruel eyes as they are ripped apart, their screams and cries of agony ringing all around while dark talons sink into their flesh until a sharp beak tears away their windpipe, silencing their screams and basking in their spilt blood.

And all the while the pretty little bird, with innocent eyes and a sweet face watches on with sickening glee, pleased with the knowledge of another slaughter, of another kill.

For his feathers are clean and his beak is pure, but his heart is as black as the claws of his partner.

And when the crow is done, leaving nothing but scraps behind, he sweeps the pretty bird into his wings and shares his meal, offering the young one a taste of his sin before carrying him away; clutching him in his blood stained claws and wrapping his black feathers around the tiny creature. For the crow loves his pretty little bird, who has the heart of a killer.

And the little bird, safe in the clutches of a monster, sings even louder; for he shall always be protected by this dark crow, who lured him into the deepest depths of hell where he found what he truly was made of.

But even as he curls up to the crow at night he knows that this monster does not truly care for him. For he is a deceiver; and the little bird is just his next meal.

~Little Robin~

Autor: BlackLoona

Little Robin, as you fly,

Look out, you've caught the demon's eye

If you, so foolish, stop to sing

He'll catch you then and clip your wing

~~~**~

Autor: BlackLoona

I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what i know now
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I.... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all

HALLOWEEN

Autor: BlackLoona

Wenn Schatten ihre Welt verlassen,
lässt „Trick or Treat“ Euch bald erblassen.
Klopft es dann an Deinem Haus.
denkst Du nur „Oh weh, oh Graus!“

Wollt ihr dem bösen Streich entkommen,
dann sind Gaben sehr willkommen.
Süßes stimmt die Geister heiter,
und sie ziehen streichlos weiter.

Quote

Autor: BlackLoona

“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”

Fire and Ice

Autor: BlackLoona

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost "Fire and Ice"

Myself

Autor: BlackLoona

Si deus me relinquit,
Ego deum relinquo.
If God has forsaken me,
Then I shall forsake God, too.

Solus oppressus nigram clavem habere potest,
Omnias ianuas praecludo
Sic omnias precationes obsigno.
Only the oppressed may possess a black key,
I close all doors
Thus I seal away all prayers.

Sed
qui me defendet?
Ab me terribilissimo ipse.
However
who protects me?
From the most frightful: myself

BlackLoona: ~*~~Meine Poesieecke~~*~

BlackLoona: ~Meine Poesieecke~