Masters of Dawn

Deep down the copse tranquil

before the abysmal cosmos

comes my love divine

Trace you eternal grace

amid naught thy foot

deify me thou erotic being

I fear being dimineur to soot

Enervate me from profane lust

you rout heavens hands down

entrust me , I am not ephemeral

vos phoenix from dust.

Dissoudre me in vos eyes

i drink carino breath

by the brim of vos lips

before the blonde skies

I am no wordmill

vos ardor usurp me of all my will

The moment too bliss

my surreal territory waving by your kiss

Tu pale away

in the gulf of nothingness

Empowered am I by multitude

of infinite darkness

This psyche squirms

solicit thy imminence sedative

Persisting this mortal realm

has never been so aggressive

I cry my blood out

confair en me I vos solitary faith

Lone lonely loner

Find me o you somber death

Here I trance along

the paths of impending disaster

Standing there as an onlooker

the decree of the universal master

Cielo nice and high

brisk is the sun that shine

Unwitting are those paltry mortals

this is the end of the line

My judgment stands

over the cosmic nurse

Obliged by purpose of existence

was I littered to curse

I penser culminating proclamation

Arbitrary wanders derrubar laws of nature

Hinting smile maketh mon esprit

on the humans so miniature

Clouds take down the sun

Shadows leave mon back

on the sigh of my nod

I pronounce annihilation

Rise my god , I am antigod

Anonymous soul beseech

in hushed voices

Ballad fatale uttered over

muted worldly noises

My last footsteps deemed

to conquer a thousand suns

Infinite gloom booms

over furious horizons

War spread with vicious circles

as nothing stands no chance

oceans weep the ailing earth

by their rings of fiery dance

Open o my ravenous ground

De lava faults worldly bounds

Unicorns clipped , Oceans fly

the universe itself begins to die

Firmament comeca a flicker

in the murmure de la night

God , a figure among cyphers

Unassailable is my might

T’was a nine days wonder

Reduced to nothing from a million ton

and in a maison isolee

the mother killed by her own son

Debout triumphant over my kill

I was, am and I will.

Drained of larmes

feeling my essence wilt

In spite of wholly wisdom

I failed to recognize guilt

Before this monstrous visage

heavens fall and die

Was I disgustingly incorporeal

my life was nothing but a lie

Traitor of human ardor

Time and space quaver

I close my savage eyes

And lay there forever.

Note :

a) This is a pre-release of Masters of Dawn , the final poem is due 2012 (Q1)

b) Concept of Anti-God is purely fictional brainchild and bears no resemblance with any myth, epic, novel

c) Suggestions are welcome

And thank you sweetheart for being real