Aaron's Brave Heart

[AaronStar]

I will post my poetry here. @`-`-

[AaronStar]

MORGOTH BAUGLIR


A crystal ember, of redemption
fulfilled desire of an everlasting soul
a newly heartfelt comprehension
that gathered all to purify, bestow



my hopes in a goblet of chants
that knows no limit in its breath
if death is birth, then a deviant
of evil will crystalise like meth



ill, corrupted, emanating chills
that lure with a Demiurge passion
there are always two types of pills
ones that bring poison, others - compassion;



I live in the dream of the Ktulu
but I have awoken in the Titanlands
with my first breath I already knew you
the Sea is a movement that can revive sands



Explosions can be good for an innocent Soul
if there is a Party in the Aromatic Vessels
with neon lights impaling skies, it's all controlled
but chaos is Alchemy primordial and an ancestor.



I believe that I can fly
but gravity refrains me as a fragment
What's immortal, can it die?
if the guardians mistake a sacred moment?



Trinity, you were born today
but when was born the Evil Melkor?
The void belongs to yesterday
and I dare not open this door



I will see an eye unholy
and I want to wake a tears waterfall
what is the meaning of sorry
when the aum goes deep in the low



I have heard inexplicable twists
the primordial matter of black unmanifestus
veins with pitch black blood, thin wrists
that hold an Aura of an Uknown Animus



And it sings


Tell me why I'm waiting for a bell
to wake up my new life force energy
I'm a Legion, an Infernal well
A cluster of unborn sadistic tragedy


I am what you never see
as it has never been born
the death in empty eyes, a Devil free
of form, of name, of mourns.


Mourn now, to exist!
Alas, the Evil has no tears of crystalisation
God loves paradoxes, the breath of bliss!


A Balrog of Morgoth blows the Bauglir to unkown ascensions...

And it sings

"It has begun. The east will fall.

So shall the Kingdom of Angmar rise.

The time of the Elves is over.

The Age of the Orc has come. "

[AaronStar]

Eru Iluvatar

Sacred centers are beloved portals
when activated they acquire names
so called chakras that create immortals
is the Soul created from Eternal Flames?

What does a chakra emanate
when it inverts its Crystic codes
originally pure theurgic plates
Is this what the Morgoth loathes?

The crown! Pillars are the spikes
but the silmarils do bear magic
the glory of the desacrated lives
will turn Evil into form mesopelagic

Ulmo Though Almighty Vala!
Tame your wrath and quench him water
Waters are the Mother's Life-Formating Power
Transmutation? No, forge him from the Ocean Alma Mater!

Go, thou Black practicle unmanifested
darkness is the haven of the curse
also an unbiased nest for the divine harvesting
Dark Matter fills the void with Life force first

Don't die on me, Morgoth!
consuming your Self means One True Death
I know, you shall eternally Rott
but eternity ends with your last Breath

Have you breathed under the Corona?
Have you ever cried so pure?
Evil is a cluster Non-Persona
that knows no I, just imitates to lure

when I look in the eyes of the Mala
I can see an ugly crackling worm
combining Haunts with the Caballah
desintegration that no one can become

Are you proud, thou, Morgoth?
Do you deem yourself Evil Itself?
Do you love distortion accumulating sloth?
You have died; I see this well.

You do not exist; your grin is hollow
the crown of Twists knows no face
But the silmarils are stronger than you know
once inserted in the crown, their Grace

shines bright; you cannot touch it
but they shine with Lights of Holy Grail
you rotten crystal meth, you rancid
Alchemy Go, Black Void, prevail!

Deeper than the ocean
Music of the Ainur syncs with Thee
All perversion gains a new tone
and sings unbreakably in harmony redeemed.

Sweet dreams, day seven, balance is thy nature.
Eru Iluvatar, before All, Vieni and Sync!
Morgoth's heart is cold as glacier
as Cold as Love when ceasing to sing

but holes are true unholiness
infected, rotten, gaping mouth
desolating is the loneliness
when you roam down Mordor's south..

Eru Iluvatar is Morgoth Bauglir
the one Avatar that knows no life
The Multifacets God as Spiral Whirl
the Nothingness was gifted eyes.

Once it Sees, the Breath Eternal
Declares Faithfully: "It's done!"
The Music assimilates the Infernal
and the Falling Angels are reborn.

Complete synchrony in Seventh Day.
The guilt of God is Holy Wrath
Free will and Creation's perfect play
allowed torture in the Name of Sacred Math.

Forgive me, Newborns! You old souls!
Eru Cried forevermore
I am evil, I imagined foul
theoretically inevitable are my shores

I love you dearly and kindly!
I remember all the pain!
Forgive me, I believe you blindly!
I cried out of guilt and evil in Melkor's own domain..

When God is in the Void, experiencing evil
They understand malice simply there IS
he swirled it and accumulated all its levels
I don't want to choose The Mogoth's own abyss!

I understand evil; therefore evil I am!
so I will experience it in my mind
inevitably I will transmutate the One
...
unless I go Blind.

[AaronStar]

Lucifer's Ray

"You! My daughter you shall bear"
determined tone has echoed firm;
"My love is growing as a gem so fair"
"Pure creation, cosmic sperm"

Backwaters swaying under the horizon
washing base of pyramids Immense
on top corrupted King that dies in
impurity when peculiar odours commence;

"Finally, I see the top!"
My Ray, for eons, pierces victorious, to last;
The Flame of my sword does never crop;
The summit does, Purified, blast!

I now know that Evil knows no master
as it is a cluster of distorted noise
whoever heart's melts in it faster
through filth accumulated in each choice;

The deadest of hearts know least face
self-satisfied pig of forms ugly and dejected
the moment they obtain a ration of holy grace
a castaway becometh the freshly resurrected

"It's done!" Lucifer's intention rised
now aware of the meaning of his name
"I declare freedom!" he smiled and surprised
of his innocence, he wisdom retained.

From a linear direction in the sky,
straight and steadfast, decisiveness regained;
downwards and edgeways, straight in Evil's Eye
he Pierced with Ray of Knowledge's past Bane.

Knowledge of Misconcept;
Knowledge of Self-Blindness;
Knowledge meant to Misdirect
Knowledge devoid of Kindness.

What did you know back then?
When you were a Notion of the Top
of The Forces of Evil, now the Den
is locked for you, but their secrets have to stop.

"I am the Top!" Lucifer declared
and deprived them of a Throne and Reign;
Then the Morning Star prepared battle of
sorrow embedded in rainstorms ~ of pain.

"I know my Mission Divine" he screamed out
" I AM LOVE AND PROTECTOR OF GOD"
And the Wise Experience-Born Ray streamed out
a masculine firmness, the Music untold.

Music of Lucifer, a myth King of the Necrum;
He entered the feast of cannibal bloodshed
his eyes flashed, his veins owned their spectrum
he clenched the goblet and wrug what they fed;

The Master of Evil inflicted his embrace
I will own you even from the Highness!
I will never convey anyone My place.
I will destroy your noise, you, Necronomicon of Blindness!

[AaronStar]

Maislovaaron Navsegbogdaiar


"Hello there, Fair face!"
I smirked with hidden intent;
"Did you finally destroy the race
of Arda that Mordor-wise went?"

But Annatar's insidious.
He plays around with all figures
of Middle Earth's chessboard, so serious.
He always observes and triggers

scenarios, where he gives some hints;
Oh, how does he enjoy their strategies,
when they strive to save their lifes, he wins.
Oh, the bliss of them bloody flatteries.

Will they find their way out?
Ever wondering why he hidden remains?
Why to erase them without
some pregaming with perfect disdain?

He'd eviscerate them in a second.
His Eye did Frodo see.
But would Pippin light the beacon,
if encaptivated, dead? No, free

shall he fight the slow corruption
that spreads omniously from within.
And when he gets bored, his seduction
would be to annihilate their hopeful hymns.

He laughed at the trumpets, so cunning,
of Al-Pharazon sounding for combat;
again, at the storm electrifying, summoning
the secret of the Ring immortal; at

his own thought, the pinnacle of his Design;
He burns in fiery shadows, but today no
death for them. The One merrily shines,
as Frodo threw Him in Gorthaur's volcano,

expecting that all would now be over.
But at the sea departing to Valinor he felt
a premonition clenching his heart, hover
did he ever since in the den the Enemy dwelt.

That's why Annatar waited for so long.
That's why the scenarios unveiled so slowly.
Oh, sweet Valinor, do you feel secure and strong?
The Ring's not only Power, but Annihilation, mostly.

Once the Gate to His Hellfire is open,
every particle would burn with shrieks,
each atom disintegrated to acid, his token
to all efforts that the fools desperately seek.

But my mind is roaming, too.
His Eye met my exploring ghost.
Marvelled, he asked politely, who
is that girl, this intelligent host?

"What sort of intellect is that?"
And I grasped his damned intent.
In love, I implored for last
re-consideration from his enchanting scent.

"I know you take joy when victims pray."
I explained objectively to this Majesty.
"But there's beauty in the sunrise's ray"
"It's a mere sensation of pain, their tragedy."

"If I could beg you only once"
"My only chance to melt your heart"
"Would you give up your infernal plan?"
So my intimate speech did start.

"Oh, your eyes of purest amber"
"How they glow with glimmer of gold"
"Would my appreciation soothe your anger?"
"If I propose myself to be your bride, Lord Cold?"

What is the sensation when you hear his confession.
"I am in love with you" he whispered.
Your heart, Annatar, is my Precious possession.
Yet I didn't want to sever his discord.

I stood at Minas Thirith's towers,
seeking to find his shadow that spreads.
"I promise never to be evil" he showers
me with honesty. So for him, I bled.

Hissing with blood, splashing on his face.
Would I believe his good word?
"It would be justified not to." He says.
"I believe you anyways, my bird".

But this lingering dying past kills me...
I cannot stop observing the shadow of Mordor.
So a treacherous gleam in my eye chills me.
"Do you want to destroy the Universe, My Ardour?"

He laughs, his insidious laughter.
"Yes, of course" His Seduction did please.
"You're the Infinit Spirit, thereafter"
"Maislovaaron Navsegbogdaiar, you seize

all Life in order to control it or subvert it."
"Your intellect is unreachable, indeed."
"So I believe you can expand it, your wit."
"As much as the Ghost Holy, even exceed

his reach, now have a new perspective."
"You're evil, but now I proclaim you a saint"
"Anayovlob Satannatar, you're always objective"
"Now drink my blood, unleash the Ring restrained."

"Do you want to destroy the world?"
I asked. We both hysterically took joy.
I saw in amber the disintegration. Yet the Word
now flows inside his pitch red heart. This boy...

Is a Maiar spirit, oh Goodness.
What is this mystery, the Maiar, I can't??
"I thank Havona for Your Life, My Bloodness"
So the Infinite Ghost down to Mordor went.

"You're the excellent scholar, Shedanbludgor."
And his ambition grows even stronger.
Today he sings Gregorian chants instead of gore.

Yet the past shadow that lingers.. it conquers

my throat, that's clenched with pain as a stone.
I don't want to see his Evil weakened.
So I thank for the sheen in His Eye that's ungone.
You, Sadistic laughter...

Let's destroy the world this weekend.