Voikirium's Vault (Updated Once A Week)

[Voikirium]

I'm in the middle of a Creative Writing class, and have been feeling a bit poetic lately. As the title says, I'm going to try and update at least once a week.

Here, have stuff:
Come, Come Sweet Rage
Come, come, sweet red anger
Borne on blood of mine veins.

Give me the fire furious,
The power thoughtless.

Come, come, vile scarlet bane,
Flowing through me as a cancer

Given by kin,
The gifts of a birth unasked for.

Come, come, good red ambrosia,
Make me victim and villain

Again.
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[Voikirium]

Up From the Gutter

I can still hear the yipping of coyotes,
In my ear,
Battling for dominance with the professor.

I feel, in my soul,
The icy sting of Old Night,
Working its way in my bones.

I remember the irritation that played across our faces in that cold night.

Then I looked up and saw,
Infinity.

A diamond-studded black cloak,
Mars dancing its merry dance,
The scarred silver dollar—the moon.

And the Infinite,
Omnipotent,
Unyielding Dark,

Forced back by Celestial Sparks.

 

[Voikirium]

Old

My bones ache.
It's an odd thing

To realize, makes
Me wonder

Which old wound today?
The shattered pinky, earned on stone walls?

The split arm,
thrust on the rocks by kin and ken?

The Collarbone
struck by old wood?

The calendar on the wall
reminds me

my twentieth year came
three months ago.