Poetry of Hell's Bards

Never Seek to Tell thy Love by William Blake Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-- Ah, she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from me A traveller came by Silently, invisibly-- O, was no deny.

The Voice of the Ancient Bard by William Blake Youth of delight, come hither, And see the opening morn. Image of truth new-born. Doubt is fled & clouds of reason, Dark disputes & artful teazing. Folly is an endless maze. Tangled roots perplex her ways. How many have fallen there! They stumble all night over bones of the dead, And feel they know not what but care, And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

Death to Life to Death by Jeremiah Vierling Life, still, lonely and sweet. When a moment exceeds the weatlth of another we tend to stop time. Relax, the monster is still caged in limber yet smart walls. Only when one should need a supporter is when life begins again and the labyrinth stops forming allowing you to proceed to death. Remember, walk tall.

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