Journal:  -------------------------------------------Mood: The Usual
____Welcome to Page Two.____
On this page we’d like to honor a few
Writers who are devoted to their genre of poetry
and would like to have a say about their work.
Reporter: Jeniffer
Interview: crestfallenman
Theme: Dark and gothic (whoo hoo)
*crestfallenman*
Name: Alex Bony
ASL: 19/m/CAL
Writing style: Dark and dramatic
Favorite metal band: Cradle of Filth
Awards: two for a great rewrite.
A word from crestfallenman on his looong epic poem,
In One Final Desire.
ES:
What inspired you to write such a poem?
CFM:
To place it into terms, I was inspired by the bloody countess
Elizabeth Bathory, that most on this site probably aren’t familiar with.
She was a noble Queen in Hungary, way back in the 1500-1600 hundreds.
She was considered the most infamous serial killer in Hungarian history,
who spent most of her life in Cachtice Castle. After her husband’s death
she and four others were accused of torturing and killing dozens of girls
and young women. She bathed herself in her victim’s blood to maintain her beauty.
In 1611 she was tried for it, but never sentenced to
death, for her nobility. Actually the story has inspired many.
Cradle of Filth’s 2001 album was an album of her biography, and I wanted
to do the same, even though this poem wasn’t about Elizabeth at all;
I kept it as Religious Fiction.
All in all what inspired me was the darkest side to the Catholic Church;
I wanted to flare a bit more I would say revenge then an evil
theme inside of the epic, but that whole flare of evil never leaves
my side in any poem, as you can see as you read it.
ES: What is it about, in a nutshell?
CFM:
This poem, despite its Satanic aspects, it's cruel and vivid imagery
of torment, it’s bias of hating God and criticizing a religion, has a deeper
message that I hope everyone can see, and that is about an innocent
woman who was taken of her innocence through the refuge she had
once had (the Church), and rage and fury begins to boil inside of her.
To place it into short, she seeks out revenge and sees that the religion
she once had through her revenge, is filled with a whole bunch of hypocritical
perverts that need to be brought about death. The poem is about revenge
and a story of an attempt to end the pandemonium inside religion. Yet
at the same time it is about a love for revenge that is taken to far in the
characters eyes, and she begins to devow her whole life into the devils hands;
she begins not only to execute and torment her tormentors, but many other
innocents, for wealth and fame of her beauty that the devil had promised her.
Soon she begins to become brainwashed ith the love of murder, which leaves her
to her lamentful death.
ES: About how long did it take you to write?
CFM:
Well, I started the poem in the
beginning of April and wasn't finished with it until the end
of the month; I worked off and on from work, but I would say
it took me a month to write, due to corrections, staying on
topic, and researching the tools that I used in my write.
ES: Will you be adding to it?
CFM:
That is a hard one, since my character has
died, I can't simply add to it. But yes I do plan on adding to it
due to the thought of inventing her resurrection.
ES: Awhile back, some people got mad about
things you were saying around the site; you said that
it wasn’t you, someone had stolen your password and
wreaked havoc under your name. Would you like to
clarify the truth about that?
CFM:
I can assure you and assure you again that was not me. It was my brother,
who had found my password and simply wanted to bash everyone on this site
under my name. It got even harder when I vented to a past ex girlfriend about
it and she created an account and basically it started raged war all over the place.
I promise you Eliteskills, I have been a member of this site for over three years,
I mean no harm to those, and I have apologized to all of those that were ever
involved inside of this site about this misunderstanding.
My apologies again to those who were involved.
*(*)*(*)*
Here we would like to honor
the blood, sweat, and tears that was put
into this write by crestfallenman (literally!).
It is the longest poem he has ever written.
In One Final Desire
By crestfallenman
“A crescendo of faith, so enticed,
By glory and the pride of virgin hide.
The paths we have created, the tide to vice,
Would be spiteful as dogma can thrive.
Look upon the generations of faith,
How can one gleam that claim away?
From their guilt; not their ignorant face,
And sun set shall foray light astray.
As the opening eye in the morning awakes,
The hallowed and the cursed bring horror.
As the seraphim smites lands he forsakes,
Of us sinners that bonfires promises in war.
Humanity!
Welcomed this desire today,
This better infamy, this better end,
That will feast our souls forever, in nether,
And bring ill exit as it gleams all hope away!"
And now the story begins...
****
Due to the disturbing content of the rest
of this poem, it doesn’t all appear here;
this is a link where you can read it in it’s
entirety and give him your thoughts and suggestions.
In One Final Desire
Other featured writers:
The Execution and Homecoming
chemberdan
Expectations sting more
Than the actual
Sever
ing
In a second it is done
Beyond repair
…Shock…
I am haphazardly
delivered
The blur is over,
Like I had never lived it.
My home, every need
Furnished unconditionally
Helping me, f o r g e t. . .
The only reminders are
Unexpected smells
that cause me to
pause.
******
My Dearest
-=Bass=-
So proudly we glanced upon the moon,
When it was not all there was to say,
Shining from your eyes of doom,
Escaped from the burning hay.
Dare you see a soul upon the heat,
Then crouch within the door,
To her desires screaming upon my feet,
But when the vivid ore.
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
Yet I dreamt of my love so dearly,
That she hath thee, is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Thats the dream im chasing for thee,
The one hidden behind the shelf,
Neither thou or I hath lost the key,
But thou must find it yourself.
My secrets being is my nearest,
Though it shall not be my thought,
Cause thou my love is my dearest,
Still every token is yet to be taught.
Still the moonlight is there to see,
Within thy sparkling eyes,
Flawless we dance, you and me,
Between all the lies.
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor the death of my beloved show,
Let me praise the word for the beings to see,
To one, and one, still such, and ever so.
******
Water
By vencix
Water
It moves with nature,
it flows with the land,
it’s white rapids flowing over the stones;
fish swimming up river,
to nest and to give life;
bears clawing at the fish
to feed their young.
Water supports the world
and I think it is
what will always be
the way of life.
Sky
By vencix
The sky
ever so blue like the sea.
the clouds like white rocks in water.
shaped to what you want it to be.
The air crisp and cool to the breath.
The jet stream pushing the weather
every which way.
Birds flying high, soaring.
The sun burning, giving life to the plant.
Plants growing towards the sky.
******
**Lyrics**
We Are (From Spiderman 2)
Ana Johnssan
(sent in by Azuire)
See the devil on the doorstep now
My oh my
Telling everybody, oh just how to live their lives
Sliding down the information highway
Buying in just like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back
My oh my
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never been so many
And we've never been
So Alone
Keep watching from your picket fence
You keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands
You come out clean
But fail to recognize the enemy's within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
We are
One step forward, making two steps back
My oh my
Riding piggy on the bad boys back
For life
Lining up for the grand illusion
No answers for no questions asked
Lining up for the execution
Without knowing why
Keep watching from your picket fence
It's all about power, bout taking control
Breaking the will, and raping the soul
They suck us dry 'til there's nothing left
My oh my My oh my
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never been so many
And we've never been
So Alone
Keep watching from your picket fence
It's all about power, bout taking control
Breaking the will, and raping the soul
They suck us dry 'til there's nothing left
My oh my
*****
"All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry." -Edgar Allan Poe
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