© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved
I have not drawn portraits since 2007, but now my old love has awakened
I have now drawn Dani Filth, the singer of Cradle of Filth. I used as usual my faithful 0.7 mm pencil, and various other pencils.
From midnight hour, howl be heard
Ye have come, death and his bride
Reeking lusts of sodomized wounds
Thou art the seducer by my side
As they saw, I could not see
Fatal sun, destruction beam
Roaring hunger into oblivion
Decieving light, ne’er as it seem
From midnight hour, hollow be free
Ye who seized the rain, pretend to cry
Shrieking souls of eternal fall
Thou art death in its grievous eye
As they felt, I could not feel
Ye who harvest the grain, pretend to run
Swooning prey into mirage
As they lov’d, I loved none
© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved
Ursprungligen från en dikt jag skrev 2009, med originaltitel — “Full moon”,
men det finns inte så mycket av den gamla dikten kvar i denna jag skrev idag.
När jag skrev denna dikten lyssnade jag på, och blev inspirerad av:
“Funeral in Carpathia” av Cradle of Filth, från albumet Midnight in the Labyrinth
O’er silver lake dwells an angel in mud
The serpent craved thee alone to drain
Thou art ne’er free from thine own blood
Third circle of hell wilt thou gain
Hands are cold and dying
Drawing down the venom of dismiss
Unearthly mother ne’er ease the crying
Defile thy grace with deceiving kiss
Shrieking souls devoured and caught
From the deepest core of plea
Woe unto thee for the war thou forgot
And silver becomes thee.
© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved
När jag skrev denna dikten lyssnade jag på, och blev inspirerad av:
“The Rape and Ruin of Angels” av Cradle of Filth, från albumet Midnight in the Labyrinth
For thou my heart is dark
Forbidden dreams of pagan dance
Before the standing stones
Reveal the ritual of trance
For thou my heart is lure
Enticing pearls of moonlight
Before the infernal swine
Thrill, kill the sinful rite
For thou my heart is strong
Cradle cry and grave mourn
Before the anguished reflection
Reality to all is born
© 2012 Varja Linnea Askeland all rights reserved
När jag skrev denna dikten lyssnade jag på, och blev inspirerad av:
“Summer dying fast” av Cradle of Filth, från albumet Midnight in the Labyrinth.
Poetry and Artwork 