Birthday

 Stay and mourn at the tomb of the dead

Where his broken heart profusely bled

As if the wounded sky cried tears of red

Glory is a banner from his wings outspread

Wretched, broken by a ravenous storm unfed

His quivering heart shall scorch and shred

Alas, his forty snows had not yet been shed

Song of his birth turned into a lament instead

 

Maiden of dreams, bride of eternal light

Stay and mourn, let candles burn bright

Warm your heart in the coldness of the night

Let the tides wash your tears and plight

Bathe your tears in rivers of sorrow and delight

Forget not, it was his will, to perish in flight

His dead wings carried him like a silver kite

His soul will eternally soar to a greater height

 

Maxwell O'Reilly

Abyss

 

He bid her farewell

And chose Hell

he never knew bliss

he was ejected from the sky

A wounded bird

His mother had discarded him an infant

Because he was "sin personified”

A Fallen angel

He lived a pawn between two Angels

Steeped in between

A shattered wine bottle

And the embrace of a cheap whore

They do not know mercy

They do not know remorse

The sound of their arguing

Left in his heart deep wounds

And excruciating pain

He chose to leave

Escape to another dimension

Perhaps he could find relief

When he flies away

But the sky

Tired of the beats of

His troubled heart

His breath hitched

Clipped his wings

As if they were a burned-out candle wick

There is no place in the sky

For a wingless bird

There is no place in the sky

For a heart quivering with the storm

Turmoil in his soul

As dark as a solar eclipse

An endless abyss swallowed up by the storm

When he opened his eyes

After the Fall

He became subject to new bonds

Merciless Mechanical shocks

awakened from the depths of the end

As he tumbles further into darkness

He still dreams of salvation

Maxwell O'Reilly