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I was reading a bit about Norwegian black metal, and how crazy some of the stuff that happened because of it was. One thing involved the burning of medieval Norwegian stave churches.
Anyway, blah blah blah, I was inspired, and this came out.
Was listening to this when I wrote it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6jOWlUmp-A
I realize the punctuation is spotty, and it looks like a rough draft, but I like this style of writing.
And so I lit the match
And watched the flames begin to creep.
The flame breathing in the oxygen surrounding its head
A flick of the wrist
The glow twirling across the snow
Against the door it found a home
This thousand year old chapel
At first soft, then a deep breath, swooping upon the doorframe
The smoke unseen but surely smelled
The chill of the midnight air slid across my skin as the moon illuminated the flame's hovel
An ancient place, filled with the pine this wretched stave was crafted of
A crackle as the ancient wood sizzled, bathed in orange flame
The fire laps upward as water laps the shore
Intricate figures smolder and wither as the fire consumes all
The beast hisses and groans as it grows larger
Devouring this poisonous creature
This festering infection
Purifying the ancient evil of these carved boards, these steeped roofs
Where a sublimated evil seeps into the brains of men
Steering them to murky ignorance
Unable to grasp the evil that destroys them
I was in awe of it now
A being of unknown power captivating me while smothering within
The veils of darkness both apparent and yet transparent as the sky, beholding the freezing moon above.
Slowly the being roars, engulfing the altar, the pews, the gateway through which few return untainted.
From this vantage, the orange liquid bathes the trees and snow in attendance of this spectacle
Illuminating the darkness, into which the spiritual evil of this church retreats
The wind howls and carries the sparks into the sky, and brings this withered husk to an unceremonious end among the snow
As the last embers cry out in shrill whistles of protest, the forest falls silent.
The earth claims this place once more.
Anyway, blah blah blah, I was inspired, and this came out.
Was listening to this when I wrote it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6jOWlUmp-A
I realize the punctuation is spotty, and it looks like a rough draft, but I like this style of writing.
And so I lit the match
And watched the flames begin to creep.
The flame breathing in the oxygen surrounding its head
A flick of the wrist
The glow twirling across the snow
Against the door it found a home
This thousand year old chapel
At first soft, then a deep breath, swooping upon the doorframe
The smoke unseen but surely smelled
The chill of the midnight air slid across my skin as the moon illuminated the flame's hovel
An ancient place, filled with the pine this wretched stave was crafted of
A crackle as the ancient wood sizzled, bathed in orange flame
The fire laps upward as water laps the shore
Intricate figures smolder and wither as the fire consumes all
The beast hisses and groans as it grows larger
Devouring this poisonous creature
This festering infection
Purifying the ancient evil of these carved boards, these steeped roofs
Where a sublimated evil seeps into the brains of men
Steering them to murky ignorance
Unable to grasp the evil that destroys them
I was in awe of it now
A being of unknown power captivating me while smothering within
The veils of darkness both apparent and yet transparent as the sky, beholding the freezing moon above.
Slowly the being roars, engulfing the altar, the pews, the gateway through which few return untainted.
From this vantage, the orange liquid bathes the trees and snow in attendance of this spectacle
Illuminating the darkness, into which the spiritual evil of this church retreats
The wind howls and carries the sparks into the sky, and brings this withered husk to an unceremonious end among the snow
As the last embers cry out in shrill whistles of protest, the forest falls silent.
The earth claims this place once more.
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I agree with the last comment, that the imagery is clear, poignant and true, but at the same time dark, depressing and demure. I may be grasping at straws, but the message to me is clear and is something that I can agree with, yet at the same time not. That may be the only reason why I don't overly like it. Most likely the same reason why I don't like W.H. Auden's 'Funeral Blues', simply the message or the emotions caught up within. Otherwise, good to see you're still alive on your end of the glass screen. :)
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