| RavenQueen | Raven's Story I And even the beast gave a cry for The day all hope died In her stoned heart The green hills in her land Filled with trees and fairies Deserted in the dark That clouds threw on heaven The hero she searched for Was dead and alone Her love it was killed in religious storms The view at this tragedy From shadow skies Was as sad as the earth Drunk on blood and ice I searched for the Dragon of Ry in the night I flew over seas and mountains so high Nobody could tell me, where he lived But in the tower of the beast I found left a gift The key to her heart I would bring to her Just a sigh in the night-but a living melody I can’t sing from the luck in her eyes As I told Her the story of my journey To the castle so old Aslept she lied in her dreams far away The music brang her the cherished sang And the beast watched sleeping her on and on And still it sings its song The key to her heart I gave to her Just a sigh in the night-but a living melody And the wide, wide ocean And the hot, hot sun Tell from my work already done... The story went on, she lived and she loved, And at all she died between the thorns And now she sleeps in her grave The grey old king took her land Haunted the beast and ruled in the dark All fights and glories, all blood and death Go on until there’s nothing to say left... |
| RavenQueen | Der Donnerpferde heiß'res Schnauben, der dunklen Braut samtiges Haar, in einem alt vergess'nen Glauben wandelt dort oben die Himmelsschar. Die Königin der blauen Wiesen deckt mit ihr'n Gewändern ein der fallenden Luna sanfte Süsse und wahret die Strahlen im himmlischen Schrein. Es funkeln die Kiesel am Barte des Vogels, der rauschend in den Orion fliegt, die Feen tanzen ins Zeitenlose, von nächtlichem Sang der Wälder umringt. Der Träumer auf dem grauen Pferde betet die Himmelskönigin an: " Majestät, die ich heut' grüße, nehmet mich mit in Euer Land!" Das Rauschen der Federn von Flügeln perlweiss geht unter im Banne von Stimmen Die Melodie des ewigen Seins trägt den Träumer von hinnen. Das Lachen der Windsbraut schallt in den Herbst von Gold und Kupfer durchflochten. Die Rächer der Wolken steigen hinab, und tragen, von Regen umwoben, den treulosen Engel bis an sein Grab, legen ihn nieder mit dem Schwerte verbogen... |
| RavenQueen | [COLOR=orangered]HERBSTGEWITTER[/COLOR] Das Stampfen der Hufe in rolendem Donner das Flattern der drohlichen Schweife im Wind, ob Ragnarök hereingebrochen, nicht sicher sich die Völker sind. Heißer ertönet er Rösser Geschnaube, die alten Götter fegen hinfort, der Windsbraut Gelächter erschallt in den Wolken, und feurige Blitze erzucken dort. Es peitschet das Wasser im Schatten der Fluten, 's ergiesset sich brausend des Himmels Gold, und an die Mähne des Hengstes geklammert, treibet der Thor die Tanzenden fort. Der Reigen der Mächte von herbstlichen Sagen feget im tosenden Winde hinweg, müd sind der Pferde beschlagene Hufe, 's entsteigen die Lichter ihrem Versteck. |
| RavenQueen | Inspiriert von: Nightwish "Slaying the Dreamer" Der Tod des Träumers In samtener Schwärze der Vollmondnacht schlich sie hinein in des Träumers Gemach mit blutrünst'gem Herzen, den Dolch in der Hand. Jedoch war das Messer für Feinde gedacht, die lagen in jener Nacht noch wach, zum Morden des Schläfers bracht' sie den Pflock, versteckte ihn in den Falten des Rocks. Sie trachtete ihm nach dem Odem, dem Hauch, verlangsamt' den unheilbringenden Lauf, enthüllte den Stab und schwang ihn hoch, es entwich das Leben aus dem Träumer nun doch. Doch siehe! Im silbernen Lichte der strahlenden Stern' war's als ob alle Seelen versammelt wär'n. 's erstrahle die seine, 's begann der alt' Fluch, und die mörd'rische Zaub'rin die Heilung nun sucht... Die dunkle Braut Der Tod hielt Einzug in der Gruft, in der ein Mädchen lebte. Verströmt war einst ein süßlicher Duft, der schwer zu der Spinne schwebte. Das Tierlein saß in einem Eck, es funkelten Juwelen, Die Ring' der todesdunklen Braut, der tief geschwärzten Seele. Das Silber der Ketten um ihre Kehl' glänzte im Schein der Kerzen. Das Herz in ihrer blassen Brust sang ein Lied von Schmerzen. Die Feder brach den Glanz des Papiers mit blau schillernden Säften. Der Saft des Kelchs im weichen Schein gab der Dich'rin die Kräfte. Death Mail Der Tod schrieb mir eine E-Mail. Seine knochigen Finger entdeckten die Tastatur. Das Klappern war im ganzen All zu hören, und das Netzwerk lies mir keine Ruh. Der Tod verbreitete Gerüchte. Traurige Geschichten und morbide Faszination. Ich öffnete den Ordner "Unbekannte". "Ich grüße Dich" - das schrieb der Tod. Entflohen Der Ruf der Nacht hallt tief in gläs'r'ne Spiegel. Ein Totentanz von Blättern erfüllt den dunklen Schein. Im tiefsten Dunkel gitzert ein Kristall. Erfüllet ist sein Strahlen, von Licht so hell und rein. Ein Plätschern gleitet im Wasser des Sees hinab in ewige Gründe. Vom Dunkel erhellt, die fremde Welt, birgt sie edle Gefilde. Wo war'n wir und wo werden wir sein? Es birgt sich die Frage im einsamen Schein, steiget empor aus tiefster Höhe, wirft sich in die Luft, und wird zur Böe. Untitled In the shadows I am waiting for the wise one. time stands still but he never will come. If I won't move outside the darkness explode in the light getting fearless and throw all pain away like a moth into a flame. time gets faster I am running take the pain of broken hearts I'm not fearless but I'm moving into the dark light. to explode in darkness just to be there does it matter if we want it? it still stays... but who killed all the wisdom, I wanted to be? and my black RavenHeart is broken I am still here... |
| RavenQueen | GB - Eintrag Der Tod trug sich in mein Gästebuch ein. Seine Finger klapperten auf der Tastatur. Der Tod trug sich in mein Gästebuch ein, doch warum nur? "Deine Homepage gefällt mir", stand in dem Feld, "liebe Grüße - vom Schicksal der Welt." Stille Ein Schatten an der Wand. Eiserne Ritter mit Schwert in der Hand. Stille. Lautlos kommt sie herein. Es ist, als ob die Toten lebendig seien. Stille. Ist hörbar in dem Raum. Hörbar vom Wachsen des Weltenbaums. Stille. Wie die geschmeidige Katze läuft sie vorbei. Immer noch lautlos. Und doch hörbar - vom Tropfen des Wasserhahns. Es Was war das für ein Wesen am lichten Tag? Schimmernd unsichtbar lag es in der Luft. Und sein Atem verströmte Pfefferminzduft. Fast geisterhaft schillerte seine Haut. Jene war wie des Wassers Rest. "Wer bist du?" "Ich? Ich bin Es." |
| RavenQueen | In Erinnerung an einen Goth, der einst an der ZOB10 in Ellwangen stand...Dem Guten verdanke ich recht viele Gedichte. THE ONE AT TEN A friend of mine is in this world. He became something beautiful. I witnessed the beauty of the black cross on his back. There he stood. A moment in time he stared at me. Electric blue his eyes. Seven, eight, six and five, four numbers at the door. The hunting dragon around us didn't touch me anymore. The years went by, and we forgot, or does he still recall? And now, it's summer-dying time, a golden october fall. I wish, he would come back this time, when the piano plays. A taste of blood inside my mouth, I just wish, he'd come back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Who is he? Where did we fail? Every story of my friends is worth to tell. I'll keep the memory, how he stood there. And for one moment he stared at me. I saw the pain in his electric blue eyes, the wisdom, and thoghts so sad, and I hope, this picture will remain. A black, blueeyed goth turned to my inspiration, I wrote thousand about this dark guy. And if he knows, he is ment by me, He should come back. I'd like to know him, RavenHeart, my friend... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ To an old Friend Sing with me, RavenHeart, fare thee well, my friend. You brought the tales and sang to her, my dearest darkest girl. Fly away with me, RavenHeart, follow me and the wind. We'll find storyteller and tower the world, with you and my beautiful friend. A gothic romance, RavenHeart, we should have told. Cause I became the Beast, but failed to become a darken shining god. Away from this iron domain, at a grey, everlasting place. Time goes by fast. Towers of glass are filled with hearts. And then time stands still. A softly tune rised up, fell down again, killed. And her voice, dearest RavenHeart, will never sing again. She was the first deep darken queen, I knew her not for long. She turned into I can't describe, and my storyteller won't. Dead is the RavenQueen, I tried to join her into death. But the crystal, electric blue, didn't kill me. The bride of the wind carries the taste of a death, they all love. Faster and faster turns the maiden, leaves the way dressed in gold. Soon she will fade. And a frozen kiss will touch her lips. In a white, white world we will sink. Softly and silent. Suicide is not always painless... "I was down in the park. I heard your voice whispering. I looked him into the eyes, tasted blood, and smelled death. I wish, you would be there, hear my song, look at me and read my poem. You're like an old, nearly forgotten fairy tale. Come to me..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A journey far away is in here. A dream of thousand memories can be near. Did I ever tell you, how to hear the silence? How to feel the death, and how to numb the pain? I wasn't ever free and still I ain't. The circle doesn't stop or brake, no love or hatred to remain, inside my hardwired being. The RavenQueen just died away, Raven wanted not to stay, flew away into the world, marked a grave, the silence was hurt. Rain fell down, memories drowned and the jester took her crown. |
| RavenQueen | A long forgotten story of much hatred and pain. About the RavenQueen's glories, but the story is gonna stain. When she died, thousand ravens carried her home again. And the grey old king took her land and ruled in hatred and pain. Storyteller, can you hear me? Bring the life to her. Always follow the raven, and save my dear dead girl. For long days and nights he traveled with a true friend on his side, till they reached the black big mountains, which he wanted to climb. The journey took him so long, up to the sky-elves. She greeted him, she went with him, and brought him to her queen. He danced and sang, long the time, and everlasting night, but then he saw a raven, realized, he was led blind. The ElvenQueen wanted him to get the magic sword. A dragon lorded in his cave over it, Storyteller was lost in this world. But a maiden princess of the time saved him from hard death. She was full of desire for the stone of old seas, gave him a farewell bless. But where was the ocean of ancient skies? He climbed the mountains down. Found a dead letter to sigh. Again he traveled, searched again, for blue waters deep, found the Siren, gave her wings, and she lead him to the seas. ...... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The waves of the salty ocean punched softly into my face. Some of them ran through me, I forgot their stories to tell. Old, entombed memories passed slowly by. Since fifteen to now I saw them, times, for me alve. The uncounted colors of crazyness bleached by the years. Old photographs and faces, many people left. She stood there at the doorway, stared into the night. Down to her feet the city, colourful, noisy and bright. Her face was grey in the darkness, she waited for some friends. She lived the music of passed-by times the glam of the eight is her trance. What a feeling it was, to dance through the streets, while neon signs were lightening. A never ending story, how it seemed, but now the whole thing is frightened. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dearest one. Where are you, my friend? Did I see you, walking along the street? Trains passed by, the black and red shivered in the wind. Fall is here, silver and gold. You are as black as me. Youre name shall be unwritten but I won't forget your face. Are you the same as once, as we met? Electric blue again, you catched me with your eyes. Your sign was the heavy cross, our meeting centurys away. Without touching your soul, we both know we're one like day and night. Will you come back in dying summer time? I won't search you, I even can't, my nuber is not full yet. I'm just here, I am not waiting, but I will kepp eye on you. We will find each other in the night, you are raven as I. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never raise the hell, it burns my flesh. Kepp your secrets, rotting and wormed. The widow's still young, and she's waiting. Stonecold her lips, he kissed. Death grabbes him. Can you hold your promise, given today? Remember the verse, I sang. Decide for yourself, and follow the whole. Kepp yourself save on the bottom of the gloom. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A poem so quite, my lovely friend, we gathered the love, hand in hand. Your peaceful thoughts were offered to death. What would you say, if you could speak, RavenHeart, my only creep. Lonely we walked once through the streets, and daily news made my heart bleed. Why told you farewell, Electric blue? I prayed day and night for you. The sea listened easy to my heavy prayers, I told her a summer life long. Her blue was the shiver in midsummer nights, on an island as great as the moon in the skies. My wish was made true in different ways, and so I miss you, my fallen friend. in memoriam august2006in greece --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Run away, she is crawling unto her birth, into her death. She chose a side, fell down in suicide, it was the white, and now she's black. Poisoned lies, her heart couldn't bear, the siren drowned, in vain her belief. Like the time she is here. She's dead and won't ever die. The circle's perfect, with rising life. And again she fell. An angel is still there. Wisdom and power of endless life. He climbed the tower, towered the skies, covered and fell back - into your lies. Broken they are, like Adam and Eve, evil and life, are still the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sing, little bird. Tell me about the wildness of the forests, the oceans and the seas. Sing, little bird. Tell me about the darkest thoughts of the beast, the misery of his songs and his deepest fears. Sing, little bird. Let me tell you my greatest wishes and bring every single verse to the darkness of the restless sea. Bring my wishes to the moon, sing to him my lonely songs, and tell him about the wilderness, the wisdom and the gloom. Sing, little bird. Sing his name in your sweetest tune. Let the wisdom of his poems be mine. And let me listen to the free songs of thine. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Be mine, stranger. I bleed for you. Forget your badness and the dark, remember my home and the sweet red poison. I want you for me. In vain! Don't leave me yet, don't leave my land, you can leave, but you can't hide. I am your darkest thoughts, the thorns in the rose, you'll brake at the meadow off simply oughts. Be mine in this night, I won't be your lover, cause my heart ain't yours. But come with me, enjoy the moonride, out of my grave, fly with me over mountains, shadows and skies so high, in the daylight we will say goodbye. A farewell then, my friend, you saw the devil laughing- about my death. |
| RavenQueen | Holidays in Greece Remeber the time we sang our songs, Ravenheart. We do it all again. Your velvet dress is the beauty of the dark. Summernights we slept in summer heat. A star of the night made me tell a wish. The second one was taken by the sea. The third one was ment to a second of thee. RavenQueen shall bless thee, unfaithful one! Do you remember the summer times gone? Remember the time , you told farewell fast, farewell to our songs, but your hypocrisy would always last. The image of the restless sea remains in me. Drew the siren, her eyes so green. As green as the sea. The restless sea. "Waves of the salty ocean..." such thoughts remain in me. Sunrise in sleep, warm waters deep, nautic grass and colourful memories. Shells in the sand, dry was the land, and fire burned in my heart of death. We watched in the night the black velvet sea and the ink blue dark sky. we sat at the beach in silent harmony, let memories pass by. Your message destroyed the peace I found in a foreign land. Wish, never had met thee, my dearest one, but the time can only go on. You found my sympathy, the first of the four, I thought they were as young as mine ones. They tell us much and many times: the older ones are wise. But you fell into lies, left into dirt, spitting on friends of old times. Such hypocrisy hurt me deep, as I believed in thee. And once again I could tell the ancient story of my RavenQueen. |
| RavenQueen | Storyteller I’ll tell you the story of green hills in her land... Between the mountains so high is a dark blue sea, surrounded by thousand streams. Just follow the water so clear, it goes on to a lake, a little wild sea. Sea of the Siren, Sea of mirrors deep. Sea between green hills. Mighty old trees in the forests and groves, and magic folks of fantasy. Ancient oak tree, ancient stone, ancient ground in ancient groves. The groves on the hills as green as the eye of Siren, but I tell them goodbye. Lost in Space, bound to the Ground I grew up in a small town. No way to get out. Only my imagination world. But my inspiration was hurt. Never saw a neon light ‘till traveled in trains of hell. Now it burns my verses and my face as well. I was lost in space so empty, but I filled it up with thee. Thousand words and images And glitter glam rock beats. My small town started burning. I destroyed reality. My reality is my fantasy, And that’s my mistake. This hell of my small town Didn’t touch me anymore. That was when I opened A colorful creepy door. Anyway I’m lonely without those friends in space. One of them turned away, started playing a new game. A lovely zombie in his castle so grey, my poems trembling, I’m a runaway. Runaway of this world in here, to come back a second time is my fear. Maybe I’m just searching for my lovely friend. The one at the ten, the black. I’ll never forget him, nor the look into his eyes, so blue, as he stared at me. Another friend in my own space, he found my sympathy. Maybe we’ll see each other one time – if he comes around to my small town. RavenHeart Once the blackwinged RavenHeart flew over the mountains so high. Came into a foreign country, stayed there while RavenQueen died. The flowers in her garden green shut their blooms at once. And the sun stopped golden shine, Ravens stopped their dance. So as RavenHeart came back in morn, he found only the grey old king. With a sigh of his heart he turned away, started, in sadness, to sing. “So I leave my heartborne land, fly into unknown dark. I saw the mirror braking like glass. A last farewell of RavenHeart.” Spoke and spreat his wings, the sadest Raven on stone. a last look at the ancient oak trees, and then he was gone. Flew across the lake of mirrors, where Siren lived at this time. He brang her the news of RavenQueen, and Siren told her goodbye. So RavenHeart, chased away, from his muchloved land met Storyteller, but he stayed in the shelter of the dark. RavenHeart’s wish wasn’t easy to live, but in the castle of the Beast he found a gift. An ancient lore, an arcane story about the mystery of everlasting life. RavenQueen in all of her glories, RavenHeart was ready to fly. He would bring the key to her heart, to make her alive again. RavenHeart came as a saviour, to kill RavenQueen’s death. Dark White Trash A look into the mirror. Empty dark eyes. Can’t bear this face, this soul killed by lies. Mirror is broken. Gloom in my heart. Drunken darkness, reaching so far. Over the hills and over the seas, to the great country of my crazy dreams. City of Angles in desert’s heart. Heat of the sound devoured by dark. Dark eyes behind cold glass. Dark light warmly. Lightening to forget life’s loss, and touching me deeply. A puppet behind cold glass. But warm his eyes. Pearls of dark. My deep dark light. |
| RavenQueen | THE BIG STORY OF FAITH AND BROKEN BANDS Not only I took the primrose path. What a sin to believe in life had no losses. And so I lived a fantastic dream. Inside one lifetime. Or many ? Think about thinking, thoughts and ideas. Realizing heavier things than time or death.Or dreams. Nightemare in my imagination world. Too many ones I've seen. Too many mistakes and mysteries, wars and tragic scenes. Nearly devoured by hatred and pain, death comforted me then. A shining small, comforting dark, why had this comfort to be a sin? Other ones, wisely, believed in their god, Lord in high heaven above. A promise the Savior gave long ago, all 'bout happiness and love. To loose faith left a scar, bright and bleeding and deep. God and Godess and wisdom, offered to feel other one's fears. Comfort a sin, wisdom a sin, and death the great punishment. For short nights in warm summertimes my soul was but so lucky in me. But you, Gypsie's King, destroyed faith in me, as others before you did. Heaviness in me, faith a sin, destruction again, again and again. I returned from a foreign country, looked at the land of my crazy dreams, found new hope - not faith, remembered the blueeyed goth between falling leaves. The one I trusted fell down deep, his cats are gone, there's a fifth creep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ATOMIC BOMB Poet. Storyteller. You found the Siren, searched the nightquest. Tell me the arcane lores of yours which nobody has ever heard. Storyteller, my magic man, wizard of words, god of poetry. The nightblue ink runs on white paper, you're drawing the sinner, slaying the dreamer. What would I give to hear your lores, lost, long forgotten, 'bout high blue skies, hope, loss and love. Tell me songs of RavenQueen, green hills, blue skies, warm death's eyes. Tell me about Beast's tragedy, make me forget cruel action and lies. Storyteller, tell me. Did we become divine? We decide about death and life, is there a bigger crime? We broke nature's endless power. Lo at our doing cruel. Innocent killed, to oppress Mother Earth, greed for silver and gold. Storyteller, how lovely, the old stories you told... RavenQueen's wings above thee, her shadow on you in hot sun. Her warmth on you in cold winter nights, her comforting darkness always on your side. "...and RavenQueen may bless thee..." |
