The Harlequin's Game

[PhospheneHeretic]

Stained steel hands around me stand.
Retrograde revolution draws back the sands
for the angels scream
as they claw their wings
and pinions cascade to barren lands.

A devil amongst the children plays.
A god, foul, in the gutter lays.
A prodigal draws tight his minister's cowl.
A child of the light roars a sinister howl.

Your eldritch dreams and corporeal scenes
beguile your lust and amorous themes
that, raging forth, as torrential rain
belie your trust and reveal your pain
beneath the agony of mortal skin
where you've faded away to the babbling din.

For when the heavens dream of dusk
and the nightmares, for dawn, wake,
the Jester spins his wicked wheel
and the souls of men doth break.

[Dracos]

The beginning is a little rough, but the imagery is beautiful throughout and it has excellent cant.  Nicely written and an enjoyable read.

Inspired by anything?  Or simply your own creativity?

Also, nice pic of the Lufia 2 sinistral for an avatar.

Dracos

[PhospheneHeretic]

It was one of those late night writings that came to me.  I do believe it was inspired by a few things going on at the time, but I'm still not entirely sure what they were.  It was a matter of the words flowing out because they needed to flow, whether I understood it or not.

The opening verse is also written in more of a cinematic and dramatic manner than the rest.  Rather than merely adhering to the mold of the rest, or, more aptly, setting the mold, it is supposed to lead into the other verses by standing out a bit.  Think of it as the remaining verses being the events taking place in the 'barren lands' introduced initially, and the first verse being the outside observer looking in.

And thanks about the avtar.  I snapped a screen shot and cut it out.  It looks a lot more fluid when its bigger, but hey, an avatar's an avatar.