H.S. Poetry Part 17 (Mephistopheles, Passing On, The Truest Face)

Mephisto(pheles)

Ancient trinity of power
Exists to destroy us all
It counts down to the final hour

A dangerous existence upon that tower
A lord tortures and tames his thrall
Ancient trinity of power

Seeing beyond the fears of cowards
Ultimate enlightenment and death befalls
It counts down to the final hour

Who does the light of life now shine for?
Injustice or righteousness’s call?
Ancient trinity of power

Losing the will to cling to hope, you devour
potential of reality, illusion doesn’t seem so small
It counts down to the final hour

Where does the existence end in showers?
When does the sullen rain fall?
Ancient trinity of power
It counts down to the final hour

11/8/04





Passing On

A cooling breeze
Subdues lukewarm summers
Autumn soon fades to oblivion
Obscure and superfluous
Bitter winter death
Stiff and frozen branches
Frost and flakes of snow
Intimations of the future
But in time
Fresh breath of vibrant spring
Melts away eternal ice
Brings forth happiness again

12/10/04



The Truest Face

The truest face
Of all existence
It reflects all life

Shining justice
Shadow of cruelty
The truest face

Chaos and order
Melting and melding
It reflects all life

Falling apart and dying
The sight of all imperfection
The truest face

Accepting death and imperfection
Acknowledge the unimportance
It reflects all life

Did we see what we missed?
Do we miss what we lost?
The truest face
It reflects all life

11/8/04