Nightgaunt's blog: "Poetry, Prose & Lyrics"

Cold and hard like Winter steel, Tempered by a planet sunken, sallow, Oh jaded, wasted youth, they tsk, Knowing eyes rolling in bovine heads As they down their shots of Apathy - with just a splash of Fear. Pools of liquid night, her eyes Swallow the light, the false platitudes. Beneath the din and clamor of the quickening World, Spirits call weakly to her assailed ears, Entreating, weeping. Her hands tied by a world that will not listen, She cries in silence perfect, deep. Slipping sleeping through Reality's cracks, She comforts forgotten angels Who, keening, claw at blackened, twisted wings. Oh irony! She must escape her body To truly feel, to be felt - To hear the rough and raw tattoo Of the drums that keep the Universal Beat. Shedding flesh and bone and blood - The shrieking, clutching, burning World, She slips, ethereal, mysterious, Darkly glittering and soft To realms apart - Outcast no more.

Something I wrote to sing my son to sleep... Above the treeline, Across the moon, Got no free time; Dawn comes so soon. Echo softly, little one. The friendly nighttime's all around. You'll be sleeping with the sun, For now, you're high above the ground. Leatherwing, I hear you sing On through the night now, tiny king, Soaring over everything. Little hunter in the dark, No one hears your lonely cry. Traveler beneath the stars; Silent, flitting by. Your belly full now, morning's come, Painted gold against the sky. Your family waits for you with love In your cave so warm and dry. Leatherwing, I hear you sing On through the night now, tiny king, Soaring over everything. Little hunter in the dark, I can hear your lonely cry. Traveler beneath the stars; Silent, flitting by. Leatherwing, I hear you sing On through the night now, tiny king, Soaring over everything. Leatherwing, I hear you sing On through the night now, tiny king, Soaring over everything.

You're a faith disease, Divine crisis of soul. In an Age of Lies, You're the Truth I'm told. You're the Angel of Death, You're the bearer of light, You're the render of flesh In the war-torn night. I want to curl up inside you And kiss your blood and bones. You're the one sure thing, You're a shot in the dark, You're the Valley of Death, You're a walk in the park. You're the leather and lace, You're the cruel intent, You're the faith misplaced, You're my time misspent, And when I gather you in, I can catch the scent of your sorrow. Oh let's run away tonight To our cavern on the bad side of town. We can watch our words take flight From our lair deep underground. 'Cause you're a parasite Growing fat inside me, You're a hot wind blowing Through the Sephirothic Tree, And I don't know where This twisted street will lead - To sacrifice or infinity. You're so beautiful to me baby, 'Cause you're dying inside.