Dark De Ching part II

31. KRUNK CROW KRAWKRAW

Those who feast upon bodies are called worms

At night they celebrate in the dirt
In the morning they are eaten by birds

The feast for Crows is called murder by mortals
To fly by onyx wings is at once betrayal and creation.

Heard by the farmer a large unkindness
His crops will assuredly sow
Scythes in October like plectrans plucking a bard's ballad
Sung in harmony once, then erased by winter

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This line you cannot see. Evermore will it remain Dark.

Anonymity is the rite of Kings in this Orwellian nightmare network 
Millions march to the slaughterhouse drum for the freedom to be unseen.

To accept death is to accept the destruction of one's ego
Sinking into infinity like a limb in the bog
Feeding the muck mother's fertile wasteland

Lovecraftian fear sprang from springs and seas alike
Little creepy crawling critters
Full of poison and biting venom
Flowing through the waters of life in carnivorous revelry

Yet the Dark Poet, champion of invisibility 
Sinks into swimming teeth
Becoming once and again the aquatic ambiance

33. HORIZON

Light creates Darkness
Darkness sneaks under Light

In lifting, lofty, loafing shadows
Demonic snake minions made of nothing yet having a shape
Digested nothing but fears in it's empty stomach

To cast a shadow bends light
To become a shadow masters Dark

34. CLOWN MASKS

Blessed be the Dark Poet!
All share laughter and joy over your mournful fumblings!

Emotional extremes from every end
Experience themselves in twisted facial contortions

Beconing to voices of low and high powers
The fool makes parchment spun for quilted ink

Spoken through God, the Dark Poet is Ether.
Spoken through Satan, the Dark Poet is Ego.

One remains everlasting
The other fades away 

In the end, only a newborn creation will remain to inherit the Earth.
This will be the untouched innocence.

35. RESTING IN PEACE

The Dark Poet finds no grief in death
Love, laughter and joy resounds through the graveyard

He who comes to the tomb bringing flowers and candles
Will inherit respect and solidarity from the ancestral spirits
Yet the Dark Poets
When they bring drinks and burning bushes
In rebellious Bacchanalian celebration
Shall be called ugly and sick by the solemn monks 
But the singing voices of the grateful dead will disagree

"Whoa, oh! What I want to know:

Where does the time go?"

36. DESTROYING THE LIGHT

Inspiration is a Light that can only be found in Dark silence
Extinguishing a flame causes a bright flash
Ovethrowing tyrants creates 10 years of Darkness
Thunder which is unseen comes after the Lightning

These are the parodoxes of Darkness overcoming Light

Like the glowing fish of the deep,
What shines brightest should not be seen.

37. SHADOW GOVERNMENTS

Dark is ever present, so it never really exists.

This is the way our government works
Always there but never around
If you feel like you can do a better job
Go ahead and watch yourself die

The lust for power lurks deep within all souls 
Slaves and kings alike must be allowed a taste

38. DEVIL ON THE SHOULDER

Darkness did not seek to create life,
Thus life was born.

Light gave vision to living things,
Thus death was known.

The secret to Dark's eternity is it's effortless flow.
The downfall of Light's purpose on Earth is it's limited radiance.

In the beginning, there was Darkness.
Then, as the clouds parted, pillars of  Light basked the barren surface.
Faun and flora blossomed under it's divine influence.
Man left the garden and forever lived in caves of all kinds.

Dark spaces gave man gifts at the price of his soul. 
Livestock and crops grown indoors,
Clouds of smog blotting out the Sun soon appeared,
until the was nothing but Darkness.

Muddy rivers are certainly not the place for kings,
Yet the royal lotus proudly stands by the toads and lichens.
To pick this flower for one's own,
You must bend over and get dirty.

The Dark Poet leaves the lotus to grow,
Sniffing the mud instead like a ravenous platypus. 

  
39. CORVUS OPERANDI

The oldest hunters known to man
Were the Heaven riding Raptors and scavenger birds.

Claiming the Earth from their cloud hidden sunlight realm,
Sweeping a path of destruction through forested valleys,
Hierarchies of Darwinism created by a single swipe,
Achieving a balanced and healthy ecosystem.

Without stability, this system would collapse,
Returning to Darkness as was once before. 
Becoming pregnant with life once again,
Skybound warlords return from Phoenician ashes.

 Our only human defence from the ground
Was to amass an armada of metal Dragons;
Roaring fire in rapid screams of ear popping sonicbooms.

Spitting venomous fumes,
Firing arrows from a painted mouth,
Brandishing bright scales that broke any blade,
Stealing treasures then hoarded in a mountain.

In all of it's horrible tyranny and bllodlust,
This beast was but trash once taken apart.

Each of it's pieces separated into entropy
Finally brings to Darkness the Grim Reaper's falcon.

None escape the eventual return to Darkness.

Even those who bow down to the claws of the Darker.

40. ABYSSMAL STARING

To stare into the distance
Results in nothing to look at.

To close your eyes and focus
Makes visions of this thing and that.

Thus the Dark Poet looks into the abyss,
Staring back at the shadowy "Self" that is mist .

41. LAMENESS AND INDIFFERENCE

The experienced Poet, upon facing Darkness, reduces it down to the size of a quill's tip.

The moderate Poet, upon facing Darkness, forgets sometimes to write it down,

The Light Poet, upon facing Darkness, shuns away the creative shadows. Only then can the shadow be cast upon the wall.

Therefore the Dark Poet says:

"Those deep in Dark come quick to wit,
Retreat to woods and seem to quit,
Trodden paths for men unfit.

The heaven's veil with stiched stars,
Crossed with chemtrails like jail bars,
Turn hallow Earth to holy Mars.

To find refuge in Dark abodes,
Riding midnight country roads,
Convincing change in elder's modes.

Treasure bearing vessels deep,
Cthulu waiting in his sleep,
To the grave this secret keep."

The Dark Poet can only speak of such things.

The Darkness must be experienced firsthand.

42. TURNING TO DUSK

First there was Dark
Second there was Light
Third there was the Dark Poet

All in one breath,
Darkness and Light, 
become one

All men fear the Dark
Yet Kings and Warlords
Have used the fear of Darkness
To secure their kingdoms.
Wrong in the name of good
Declaring right as the name of wrong
These deceitful leaders
Lead us all to victorious circumstances

The Dark Poet knows this eternal secret.

Dark servants are englulfed by their own shadows
cast by Dark Poets