A Creative Challenge. Occasionally, the darkness of the Mind forms rhymes of Shadow & Despair. Here is but one:

Ode to Despair
Torn Away, Cast Aside
By those who would have the Light,
We in the Dark Abyss Dwell,
Nothingness All is our sight.

Nowhere to run, Noplace to hide,
To Shadow Unending we Turn,
Our Souls the Only Sanctum,
And in them Dark Flames burn.

What have we to hold but our Anguish,
For peace was lost with the Light.
Is there Being now within us,
Save our Sorrow, our Hatred, our Blight?

Stand we now, Upon the Brink of Despair,
Our Souls yet racked with such Pain,
Of the wounds left by the Light.
Can what was lost we yet Reclaim?


Chaos & Destruction shall we wreak,
Upon those who dared be our bane.
True Terror shall they learn,
And in the Power of Despair they will Wane!

Oh dark fire,
doust thy anger!
See the tear-stained eyes,
Of the frightened people?
Oh pale-ish Moon,
Why the eerie glow?
Does thee not remember,
How we wrote of you so?
Of trembling Earth,
Why shun us now?
When we've so diligently,
Why refuse crops now?

Let the world then know on this terrible day,
When rain did not calm the fiery flame,
No man shall cast a smile,
Nor play cheerful plays,
For on the darkened day,
Did man die from worse man's ways.

What is gold to us?
The ancient ones of lore?
What is greed dear fellows,
That is worth killing for?
Is every blood shed worth,
The deepest suffering of a child's shown?
May the heavens damn the fools,
Who sold their souls for more!

Hear my thunder,
Hear my roar,
Feel my anger,
Feel quakes moan,
Fear my hunger,
Fear my biters;
For I'm no ordinary reptile:
I'm an Undead Bezerker!

Power and Courage and Wisdom Colide
Wisdom, cowering from Powers Stride.
Courage runs up, sword in thy hand.
Prepared to defeat the power again.

The battle raged,
and when it was through.
Courage was down.
Wisdom was blue.
Power alone, stood at the top.
mopping the sweat from it's brow.

Power took wisdom, and cut out it's throat.
Standing over the corpses in gloat.
Power has won,
although in vain.
For the earth had cried out,
and summoned mighty rain.
The thunder it shook,
across all the skies,
The sound of a thousand and more
dead
mens
cries.

Again, good! Melikes!

Here is my latest masterpiece:

We the Dark;
The shadows of Underdark,
Being masters of sensuality and destruction,
We are Drows of the earth below,

Dancing before hell fire in our ancient arts:
We summon and control the begotten cursed,
and as we soar in our eliptical delight,
We chant certain doom to races we despise:

"Dark Fire! Dark Fire! Ancient Feeder hear our song;
Bring Chaos with fire, bring death with your burn!"

May the Gods have mercy on our foes,
For we know none to give,
If we should ever seek you out;
Pray for Light before Darkness burns!

Fire and water and wind and earth
death and destruction
life and birth
Hand in hand in hand they go.
one will kill my newest foe.
two will kill my firends galore.
And three will kill me forever more.

The tides, they grow.
The fires they shrink.
The winds how they howl.
And how the earth shrieks.

The powers of evil were lost in a land.
Years far gone.
Now remembered again.

Nightingale's Ancient Power Summoning:

Darkest night,
Pale Moonlight,
Harken unto me now Ancient enchanters!
Relinquish thy powers,
Bestow me with thy wrath;
The bell has been rung from its watery grave,
So hear my call;
The shadow elf maid,
As the cursed men hungrily thrash against chains,
Usurp the vengeance nigh;
I'll take their place,
Fires of Hell I embrace,
The sky will twist with blood,
So serenade me you chaos gods;
Let my eyes never fade from its burn!