Screams of the Soul: the Brotherhood of Death: The Brotherhood of Death

By Lisa Skaggs

Screams of the Soul, The Brotherhood of Death is a book written through the many experiences in the life of a raging dreamer. Brought out by deep emotions, and abstract thinking, the words, at times, seemed to have a voice of their own, developing into a complex style of poetry. At times, this poetry has been described as having an esoteric quality, and has elements similar to that of some of Edgar Allan Poe's works. Atmospheric descriptions and strong emotions are used to bring the reader into the author's world, in a sense, swallowing them whole. Elements from a mind, slightly on the edge of sanity, create a sense of the instability that is pure, unmasked emotion. Come along with the author on her journey of tears, and her struggle with life, death, and beyond. May you fall in love with her expressions of delight, and be enlightened by her will to survive. May her dreams enrich your mind and spirit, as you search deep within yourself, and discover a part of her is in each of you. What is written from the depths of the soul, after all, is what is most honest and human. May this be a journey for you as well, dear reader, as the path is now lit for you to explore. Search boldly...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 1, 2005
• ISBN: 9781462826308

Lisa Skaggs

Lisa Skaggs was born in Fayetteville, North Carolina and grew up in parts of Texas and South Carolina. She graduated high school and entered the military, where she worked as a Medical Service Specialist. After receiving an honorable discharge, she began various jobs to support her two young boys, as she was a single parent. Remarried, she currently resides in South Carolina with her husband, and three children.

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Introduction

A Cold Caress

Shattered

Winter’s Eclipse

One Step to Eternity

A Long, Lonely Goodbye

Crimson Ice

The Rider, in Darkness Comes

Upon My Grave

Visitation

Into Jaws of Sadness

Serenades In Black

Soul’s demise

Wordless

The Ghost in Your Night

Angel in the Cold

Demon of Ancient Flight

Killer

The Path

The Storm

Dead, Next to Me

The Beast Beneath My Skin

Eyes of a Child, Voice of Ancient Truth

The Dreamer

The Throne

Desire

Contemplation

Shadow

The Ancient Warrior

The Master of Your Dreams

The Raven and The Rose

To My Sun and My Moon

The Wheels of Fate

Wings

The Dream

The Pain of Demon-side

The Solace of Night

Can You Hear The Sound?

Angel of the Northern Sky

I Am

In a Whisper

In the Eyes of Heaven

The Fallen Angels

The Truth

A Meal of Sorrow

In the Ashes of the Aftermath

The One to Blame

To Bruno

To My Friend

War-fallen

Questions of Eternity

Darkness

I Fade

Inquisition-The Condemned

Shattered Dreams

The Creeping Darkness

The Game of War

The Thousand Scars

This Is Who I Am

Living Death

Your Name is My Last Breath

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II

Author Biography

Acknowledgements

Appendix 2 poems are by a young friend who is called Satakas. Thank you so much. You are such a beautiful person, inside and out, even if you don’t think so. I love you, little sister.

Thanks to Akourah for being the cover model. For comments on this picture or others of her, she has set up an email. It is [e-mail].

The lovely piece of cover art was done by Isam Shakir. Thank you so much, little brother, for this beautiful, original piece of art that suits the mood of my book so much. Never forget that I love you. To view other art by him, or to obtain links to other artists, go to www.thesilentscreams.tk.

Thanks to all of the people who took a look at my writing and gave their opinions when I was unsure about things. You know who you are. Your attention is appreciated.

I would also like to thank the folks at www.metalstorm.ee for all their support. You guys rule! This is a great site for all things metal, and even some things not metal, including a poetry and prose section, which is filled with young writers from all walks of life.

I would like to acknowledge the Estonian metal scene. Though your music is young, formed from the hardships of Soviet occupation, shortly after achieving independence, it is inspiring, uncompromising, and original. You are unique, having never submitted to the mainstream, with a proud, angry defiance of it. May your honor and will remain firm, through Estonian metal purity.

For more information about Estonian metal, please visit www.metal.ee or www.estonianmetal.com.

Last, but certainly not least, a very special thanks to my brother, Death. Had it not been for your inspiration and guidance, my poems would never have reached the level that they have. I might have even given up, but you encouraged and inspired me, time and time again. You are the best friend a person could ask for, and you do this just by being who you are. You helped me find the person who was buried beneath everyone else’s expectations, and taught me to accept the person who I am, simply by accepting me, unconditionally. I bow to your undying will, which inspires me to no end. Thank you for being my brother, where it counts, in my heart.

Introduction

Living a life, when I was not myself, things were empty. One day, that all changed. Meeting the best friend of my life, things awakened, the search put forth, and writing began. These are the poems of a raging dreamer, the screams of the soul. Through countless days and nights, and changing emotions, these writings were created out of the life and pain of those times. Had it not been for the inspiration and guidance of that best friend, the search would have ended in shallow waters, but gladly, they did not. Thank you, Death, my brother, for guiding on the path to my true self. This journey is a legacy to you…

A Cold Caress

The chill of November rains rips apart at my crying heart.

Fall upon my soul in the torment of ageless demise!

Screams of anguish unheard by human ears, emitted from a soul gone cold.

I cannot feel, and yet I feel too