Forked Tounge

Forked Tongue

For whence wind doth blow icy,
ye shall shiver deep within thy soul.
From forked tongue doth ye lie,
upon weary pray doth thou prowl.

Ye shall take the form of a crow.
For whence wind doth blow icy,
Ye shall shiver deep within thine own soul.

Upon a midnight clear,
thy shall see with thine own eyes.
The son of the one on high.
He shall cast thy evil soul.
Into eternity within a lake of fire.

Forsake ye did the son,
Mocked his blood thee did,
whence thou uttered lies,
from thine forked tongue.

Copyright © 2009 Jennifer Bergerson
All Rights Reserved

Heaven's Betrayer

Heaven's Betrayer

A prick of thy finger.
A droplet of crimson blood.
Forms a pact that forever lingers.
The king of hell's minion's shall own thy soul.
Written upon parchment that cannot be torn.
Thy soul shall be forever his tool.
Eternity within his lair,
shall thy soul belong.
A rift with the son.
That shall never be repaired.
Whence thou succumb,
to heaven's betrayer.

Copyright © 2009 Jennifer Dell Bergerson
All Rights Reserved

Frozen Rose

Frozen Rose
Suspended within a frame of her life.
A horrific moment in her reality.
Plays in repetition, a broken reminder.
It does not move beyond that moment.
Frozen, frigid in her soul.
It's veins seethe with fear, pain and sorrow.
Life flows through it feeding from her very being.
Suspended within her own reality,
frozen in time, as a frozen rose upon a field of snow..
She is the Frozen Rose... ....

© 2009 Jennifer Dell Bergerson
All Rights Reserved.

Blame

Ashen white, soul less, a shell.

Barren empty eyes look at nothingness.

Limbs frigid in deaths pose.

Ghastly dried tears, there paths froze.

Last breaths, gone too soon.

Cast aside from life's race,

deprived of happiness our of face.

Death's frightful mask.

Frozen upon there face.

Brought to this act,

out of fear, hatred and malice.

Trading eternity in god's embrace.

For eternity in hell's rage.

Life's forlorn stories written for all to face.

Carrying our own disgrace.

Turning a blinds eye,

for in the end we are to blame.

© 2009 Jennifer Bergerson

All rights reserved

Fears

Fears
Eating at every fiber of your being.
It's relentless pursuit of pure evil seems unstoppable.
Your nightmares it feeds on growing stronger with each one.
Feeling your soul, heart and mind betray you.
Each face you see bringing more doubt to your life.
Not knowing who to trust or who not to trust.
Your eyes showing demons in each angel face you happen upon.
Feeling universes closing in on your tears.
Gripping to the light you know to be out beyond the dark
cold brutal night.
Enemies wearing masks of friends.
Fooling your sight with demonic masquerades.
Dancing into your life celebrating
all your paranormal beliefs.
Tightening your lungs, wrenching your gut into a knot,
dripping your blood for all to feast upon.
Fears....... ..... .....

For You I am calling

golden leaves falling,
branches heavy leaning from the trees.
howling winds calling,
whispering upon the breeze..
.
" for you i am calling" .
groans of foliage upon the earths floor.
her soul weeps ever more.
still i can hear the winds howling
" for you i am calling"
chill of fall never felt so cold,
upon my skin as this moment.
Fear rising upon my soul.
for i hear the wind as she calls.
I hear the sound of her soul weeping,
her blood thin, life slowly seeping.
still I hear her winds call .
" for you i am calling"

Puppet

Puppet
By Jennifer Bergerson
Forlorn, her tears dry upon the path they followed.
Her mind flashing times of sorrow and joy.
Her soul hurting forever more.
The “civilized” world today labels her, as a mental
case. Not one official taking blame for the life they threw away
thirty years ago. All her life she had been shaped into what
everyone wanted to see and hear. A simple puppet upon this
worlds screen.
Her life became about peoples amusement, entertainment.
When she became an adult they simply kicked her out told her
she was an adult. Yet they wonder why the love she found gets away with
beating her, demeaning her. “ why don't you leave?” they all ask.
Not one stopped and realized they taught her to be
a simple puppet. So when she became his prize.
Not one can remain without blood on their hands for
the prize they took was hers. The soul they let die was
god's. Her adult life became full of people learning to take
what they wanted and casting her aside. Still this world wonders why, yet
all they need do is look unto themselves. For this child looked
for what she had been taught.
When they look into her eyes and see an empty shell, what
they should see is themselves. For in this world the girl they
cast aside after her star had burned, was no better then
the babe they stole all those years ago... ....