Gem in an Iron Crown

By: Gus Victoria

She will never know the tears you have wept,

Save them for the one that has kept

The love in faith pure and true

The gem in an iron crown,

Angel in a flowing gown,

Waste not precious time on what never was to be

And enjoy that gift you refuse to see,

The hearts, with Cupid’s arrow, run through

Beat ever faster, always as one,

Captivating, as you try to run.

That other, now a shadow lost, left you alone

Taking the love you swore she did own,

You wandered, troubles not a few,

Until then another bright star

Blessed your path, healed the scar.

Undeserving of the first, second and third

Your worth spoken to you unheard,

Humility, pride once slew,

Broken man, broken dream,

Adrift in a hopeless stream.

Destroyed by an angel,

Healed by another,

Forgotten by self,

Found by faith.

Made whole in love.

The Fallen

By: Gus Victoria

Death is no release

From a tortured prison

That knows no light,

Deep is the chasm

That engulfs the soul

Of the fallen,

The Nephilim are no more,

We stand alone

In the darkest night

We are the sentinels,

Luna shines on us

As only she can,

And in her soft embrace,

Her children,

We hunt.

In Heaven They Serve Cider

By: Gus Victoria

In Heaven they serve cider.

Apple, pear or any kind of berry,

From a frosted chalice the angels drink,

Never emptying,

Never warm,

Testament of God’s infinite love,

Cider is Ambrosia’s better

And the envy of Hell.