A desperate man burdened,

By desire and shame,

Walks the crossroads of destiny

For fortune and fame.

In the gravel and dirt

He falls to his knees.

And offers all that he is,

And all he will be.

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Through the cracks of the earth

Come towers of flame.

The lord from beneath

Calls out for his name!

This desperate soul cries.

His tears, a flood.

A pact, it is sealed,

With flesh and with blood.

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This prayer is answered.

Now years down the road.

This desperate soul bathes

In silver and gold.

But a burning sensation

Still burdens his soul.

Sacrifices made,

Carry, heavy, a toll.

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Now day into day

He watches his back.

His dreams now haunted

By that unholy pact.

The flames they are howling.

The hounds draw near.

He does all that he can

to keep his mind clear…

-but the hellhounds smell his fear-

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Then Vice after vice

He loses it all.

His rise to the top

Stumbles into a fall.

He steals, he cheats

He gambles and lies.

The spirits in his bottle

Fuel hellfire in his eyes.

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Midnight has come.

The clock’s final tick.

The contract is done.

In rides Old Nick.

As a column of flame

Blazes through the floor.

This desperate soul cries…

Just like before.

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And nothing was left,

But ashes and tears.

And a folk story told

‘Round campfires for years.

How that desperate man burdened

With desire and shame.

Burnt out his soul.

In fortune and flame.

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Nessie Roswell

Oh to walk within a dream
Oh my very own dream to peep
A grassy green meadow
Full of light -so bright-
Out past the fields of the counting sheep
Where memories wake, whilst I – I sleep.

And Oh! How Joyous and Merry!
What a decorative dream -I dreamt so deep-
I wish I could grasp, no, capture this dream
In a locket, in my pocket
-No.. tight round my neck I would keep-

And the feeling of music,
Oh! Dancing music!
Me off my feet, the music did sweep.
Back over the grassy green hills and meadows.
Over those heaps,
I fell so steep

-The dancing music slowly turns to a weep-

And out of the depths, the ducts!, I leap.
Encased in a droplet, from the corners I creep.
From my eyes to my pillow, the memories seep

waking up in tears

-As if I’d been crying in my sleep-

-Nessie Roswell

We set sail some time ago,
In our little ol’ boat
      We’d take turns to row.
We dropped our anchor
      A sack of sand and stone.
The sea was calm, tranquil
      It was only us, Out there, alone.
There we stayed for years on end
      We made this little boat our home.

And I was happy through days and nights
        And I know you were too
But when the tides began to shift
        I saw the grey surround the blue.
The winds changed course
        The clouds invaded
I tried to fight,
        I tried to evade it!
The storm fast approaching
        But you showed no fear;
You blinked once,
Then twice
        And lightning appeared.

And with those sparks
You severed our anchor,
     Snapped our oars and grazed my throat.
And with the wind
You burdened the sea
     And with the rain you sunk our boat.
And with the clouds
You were carried away
     While I drifted and struggled to stay afloat.

And there I was,
   Lost at sea.
      Only me.
          Stranded.

Overblown.
    Broken home.
        All alone.

             Abandoned.

-Nessie Roswell

As I traversed the vast expanse,
I stumbled upon a lumbering soul.
Her mighty mass cracked the Earth
As she strolled about on her patrol.

She trudged through endless dirt and soil,
Growning larger and larger with each quake.
I chased her down, clawed up her leg,
On her endless journey, I now partake.

I lose my grip with every step,
With every step falls sand and stone.
I climb and climb, she grows and grows,
Across this wasteland we both now roam.

We’ve passed the clouds, she’s taller still.
I hear her groan -each step she takes-
The life I knew, I’ve left behind…
That life I now forsake.

I’ve finally reached up on her back,
It’s flattened as a shelf.
And Balanced safely upon this back,
Lay the world itself.

And as the ground quakes and cracks,
This behemoth grows.
The endless land that is her back,
Now hides the land that was below.

Now I revere my new life here,
She sends me down a passing glance.
As I set out -upon my own-
To traverse this new and vast expanse…

-Nessie Roswell

The engineers were first when the hard water struck.
A flood down below, the crew members stuck.
Their voices were heard, but the water grew tall.
Their screams were now drowned, the cold water swallowed them all.

The early settlers alone in their head.
Grew tired of the night and went straight to bed.
Tossing and turning all through the night.
The cold water crept in, they couldn’t put up a fight.
For the water was quick, but their sleep was faster.
How could they sense the incoming disaster?
It swallowed their mattress and then them along too…
Watch out those above, the cold water is coming for you.

Warning bells ring for the incoming flood
The cold water grows taller, it’s coming for blood.
Climbing the stairs to the party above
As the guests cling tightly to the objects they love
But the water grows tall and taller still
Their screams are soon drowned, their lungs start to fill…and fill… and….

The captain stands firm. “What the hell am I thinking?”
He can’t fight the flood, and the ship, she is sinking.
He grabs for the wheel as the cold water strikes him
If he is to go down, he is to go down fighting.
The water grew higher, pulling him to the depths
The captain struggles to the surface, to catch his last breaths

And whilst being dragged
He shut his eyes to pray
To his lord in the sky
He had one last thing to say,

A captain always goes down with his ship,
And we were all captains today.

-Nessie Roswell

What lies in the dark
Is twisted and bent.
Eerily creeping,
-Wandering-
Hiding.

In corners we dare not seek,
Whispering malice unto unconscious thought.

A pale entity
-Moulded- Shoved into blackened crevices,
Those which fearful minds choose to obscure.

What hides in the dark
Is a hollowed shadow.
Lurking,
-Gnawing-
Feasting.

on slices,
-Pieces of essence- left to descend t’wards it’s black, hollow crypt.

A chained beast,
-Performing-
Isolated in it’s own gothic circus.
At the mercy of a master, oblivious to it’s existence.

What dies in the dark
Is broken and weak.
Crawling,
-Crying-
A writhing mass of shattered bones
And scattered flesh.

Born to fear the light
That which many beings
of varying form or plight

Have found comfort in.

-Nessie Roswell

Burning blue

Burning bright

Tearing through my starry night,

Sudden hues

Of Flashing light

Burning out

Fading

Falling into nihility

-Nessie Roswell

Curiosity is the first step to enlightenment

It did not kill the cat

It opened its eyes

It transformed the cat

The cat killed itself

-Nessie Roswell

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An apple a day

-keeps the doctor away,

But the reaper don’t care for your health.

Every day

-you’re an accident away,

From meeting the reaper himself.

-Nessie Roswell

This one is a little bit different, I wrote this as a song and thought I would share it here.

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Disaster follows me wherever I go, I cant hide away I cant fly away
A cataclysm deep inside my soul please help me please help me

My eyes glow red from all the blood I see
My wings they hang down low
I see the earth crack and the mountains cry
I watch the lava flow

My screech is defening, cant you feel the pain
My wings they beat like a hurricane
I try to warn you of the coming rains
But they’ll brand you insane

The works of Shakespeare right before my eyes
Is that dread I feel
Have you spoken your last goodbye
What was your last meal

I hope you held your loved ones tight
I hope you held them dear
I’m just a drifter running from my past
But the future is what I fear

I hear the heartbeat of a thousand souls
I hear their silence too
I only wish that you believed in me
Just like I believe in you

-Nessie Roswell