disco of the undead

When the night falls.
When the music starts.
In a field with no gates or walls, where we dance from the heart.

Under the guidance of the moon
and the spell of the hypnotic bass,
bewitched our bodies then will move,
until the day we are erased.

:: Allen Crown ::

this is an old poem I dug up from my personal archive, the original title used to be disco of death.


also in there was this piece. about the epic battle between God and Satan viewed from a fantasy/ sci fi perspective.

(from) The never ending void:

It started with a drop of blood, that tore apart the land.
That sprung trees and floods and leaked from God's hand.
Across the universe that they created, stained by destruction and despair.
Bleeding from the man that she so hated, our lively phoenix goddess, oh so fair.
Who was keeper of fire, of life and warmth.
Stood there against her rock solid icy husband and she fought.
About which of the sexes is more worth,
to bring the decision here on earth...

:: Allen Crown ::

let the light be my guide?

We mean it well: 

look at the horizon,
bright as day it shines.
It speaks to me, I am your future,
don't listen to the voices coming from behind.
A place darker than the night.
you have no business there, says the light.

As curious as you may be,
about the things laying in your past.
It holds naught but your mistakes.
No! Follow me, into the future.
Or you will finish last.

~the beings of the light

by ::Allen Crown::