Tag: Poetry

Written by Kairliina

The Creation-Reaper’s Hall–A Poem

Pierce every ragged veil you wish and scourge abyssal mists until time dies. You cannot find the Creation-Reaper’s Hall. It vanished when its Maker breathed the last zealous oaths, fled the tawdry bounds we call existence. If you glimpsed it, drifting, if you bridged the riven umbral realms, passed the cobalt slashes burning ever-testament to […]

Written by Kairliina

Edgelords — A Poem

When we say “I work alone” remember how many grimdark swordfighters and half-demon, half-angels and extremely non-sparkly vampires all say “I work alone” and realize: there’s so much space to fill so we must spread out hoping we turn the next wave back. And most of you degrease after your teens, find jobs, find love, […]

Written by Kairliina

Aemani — A Poem

All your eyes pursue the same folly gazing upon stars, wishing for hands to touch them–then touch, and burn yourselves to cinders! For we wait ancient and undying and such dreadful wrath we nurse. Patience dies the slowest death but still it dies in time, and time– tell Milton stars make poor attire and poets […]

Written by Kairliina

Northwind Howling — A Poem

I adore frigid winters, the gusts pure and keen upon shy skin. Summer and I became estranged long ago. Beaches felt too warm the moment I realized humanity loves them. I feel that moment’s grain, wrong and inevitable like a dagger-blade upon my thigh, digging through strands for some harsher truth. If a heart thrives […]

Written by Kairliina

Keyboard Warrior: A Poem

The character is the best thing done to Star Wars, I insist you’re wrong, and further suggest you read the writing on the wall of my barricade, grafted slope to slope upon this mound of butchered fanfiction: it says “Immaculate hill, Upon your wondrous rugged height I embrace the void” A true fan knows everything […]

Written by Kairliina

The Chosen One Retires: A Poem

Forgive me, lands I loved. Heroes make poor keystones. No prophecy told you I would solve problems. The Dark Lord is dead. I believed all must come together once I overthrew the Shadow, forgetting past strife. Only you waited for me. You wanted forging together, laminating your skin tones, languages, beliefs to forge my Sword […]