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	A Martyr's Testiment 27
	A Martyr's Testiment 27

	Red Flags are Burning...
	Red Flags are Burning...


<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v652/NOCTVRNVS/95c8e158.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"> NOCTVRNVS · Sat Mar 11, 2006 @ 07:51am · 0 Comments

	Pick-tours??
	Pick-tours??


Me on a quad...enjoy: Me & Matt pwning n00bz @ sum SSB: A spy took this photograph of me as I was sleeping but I caught him in the act and poured a bag of marbles into various cavities within his body: NOCTVRNVS · Sat Feb 11, 2006 @ 06:43am · 1 Comments

	One Year of Gaia
	One Year of Gaia


That's right friends -- I have been here for an entire year beginning tomorrow. What a nostalgic feeling...perhaps in the next while I can relive that old experience... The grace of God be with you all NOCTVRNVS · Sun Dec 18, 2005 @ 06:07pm · 1 Comments

	Solitaire
	Solitaire


How would I but for you In still nights 'like these By my side I see'st you, I know you By the eighth month's virgin moons Now close, my eyes feel dark glass Calm silhouette in the pale twilight Much alike the whispering fields The forests old collude us The horizon growing silent Glowing, shining dully White wine staining darkness, a song of stars Slow last drops from the black chalice singe the sky Stones trodden upon The patient road sighs An amber jewel is rising; the moon, perhaps? Indeed, to light our lunatic romance Hear I words a-loft? Pine nor thorn speak'st so No, spake it softly, divine; were't it thee? No words define our sacred aura Beneath the dreaming azure Mask'd in pale serenity I hold close all that is dear to me Within our depths forever change Our very souls entwine Solitaire surrenders forever A thousand locust violins serenade us And all the stars return to your eyes How love I but for you In still nights 'like these By my side I hold you, embrace you In the pale blue light of virgin moons NOCTVRNVS · Sun Nov 13, 2005 @ 05:54am · 3 Comments

	Fireworks
	Fireworks


<br><br> Do you ever stay awake so long that the sun is coming up? And you shut the blinds and you shut your eyes, Stop thinking and finally find sleep. Tonight I stood in the empty parking lot alone With the sound of fireworks going off around me, Coloured lights in the sky above me. I thought about how you said we'd see them together And how we didn't. And then I thought about how you were always so positive. I took you to the garden and said it wasn't like I'd hoped And you said, "We'll have to come back in a few months". Well we didn't. And I knew we wouldn't, But it sure felt good to hear you say it. So I stood in the empty parking lot alone Thinking of how I shouldn't be thinking of you, How I should just... forget you. But I think about what what we said, and... I think about that windy day in the basement And the night under the bridge And those freezing cold walks beneath the moonlight. I think about the cost of throwing it all away. And then I remember that I don't love you any more, And how wrong it felt when I said I did. Well now the sky is getting lighter and the air is orange, So I'm shutting the blinds and I'm shutting my eyes, 'Cause I've been awake so long that the sun is coming up. NOCTVRNVS · Sun Nov 13, 2005 @ 05:48am · 0 Comments

	Murder...
	Murder...


<br><br><br> Murder! Cry carrion ravens atop rough and leafless trees Raving madness black and grey As the clouds of smoke that choke the day And strangle nearby victims' pleas Cities left alone to die, cities by the sea Black towers hide a black sun Broken glass hides black guns On highways leading to the sea Perched upon my rusty ridge High upon this screeching, burning bridge I will be the last alive, waiting for Him to arrive Up here on this broken bridge Over a shimmering ocean of plague I stare into a sky of scarlet Remember when the nights were star-lit And our not-so-distant future was vague Sometimes, if I stare hard into the bay Deep beneath that poison green muck I can see the eerie glint of cars and trucks And the bodies of people who made it this way I told them and they didn't listen. A cry from behind the distant veil of tainted haze, From fields of desecrated stone crosses: Murder! NOCTVRNVS · Sun Nov 13, 2005 @ 05:41am · 0 Comments

	Waking the Dead
	Waking the Dead


Busy with much writing and recording, the Crimson Reign assembled to be frozen in images... NOCTVRNVS · Tue Aug 16, 2005 @ 06:16pm · 5 Comments

	Imbolc's Return; the Scarlet-skied Nights; Song of Wolves


It seems to-day that a dying winter has gained again its lifeblood. The skies grew dark and snow found its way to the earth once again. I love it. I fear'd I would miss winter's solitary solace (and, to be accurate, it is inevitable yet), so it gratifies me deeply to see its return, however short a resurrection it may be. The scarlet nights. I live where no man's light can be seen, save those by the village in the Southwind. As I write, a piercing wine-coloured darkness stains the sky. This only occurs in winter, which is the mystery. I think it's unlikely that it could be the aurora, but it is quite strong right now and so I cannot disagree. A fortnight ago, I had been in the forest at dusk. As I emerged, axe in hand, a song could be heard (one that can chill the blood of some, but fascinates me); the chorus of wolves. A prelude, a single wolf, grew quickly into a canine choir, and as angelic as that may sound it was so. This lasted until long into the night. I regret that I could only stay until beginning to numb outright. Now I surrender myself to dreams. NOCTVRNVS · Thu Feb 10, 2005 @ 04:06am · 3 Comments


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