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The parts so far from the "Beneath the black sea" series.

First one, written some time ago, when asked to write a poem

and so I did...

The Shadow in Light, the Sight in Darkness

And finally, the hate speaks, a clear echo in my head:

Searching there,
where you never searched
Digging here,
where you never lured
Passing anger, seeing fate
Being rambler, feeling hate
Spreading evil, you're going there
Leaping fire, though deadly rare
But it is, and exists

Silence, my name
Screaming the same
And in darkness walking
And in gloom stalking
Screaming my name
Silence, the same

And I answer:

I'm searching there,
where I never searched
Digging here,
where I never lured
Passing anger, seeing fate
Being rambler, feeling hate
Spreading evil, I'm going here
Leap through fire, and it isn't rare
But I am, and remain

What will I find?
You tell me
Even darkness whined
When I came to see

Echo responds:

The answer is
That you always had
the answer list
Through me, you, lad
will suffer more
day and night
because I am the core
The Shadow in Light,
The Sight in Darkness,
and you are no less

- The Rambler 2007-03-11 

Second one, written on Creta, when feeling isolated and knowing something's wrong:

The Black Sea

Deep in life beneath the waves,
it sees, It lures, It raves.
Waiting, and wating to be in control,
Searching, and searching for the inner soul.

When all isn't there, and nothing is to be seen
It will take its loop, so be keen.
Deep in the life beneath the waves,
it sees, it lures, it raves.

Under the surface of the black sea of mine
It's laughing, knowing that soon it's time
I reckon I will be keen,
'cause in the dark, nothing is to be seen.

- The Rambler 2007-07-08

And the third one, and at the moment the last, written when confusion was in charge:

Negative Value

The Shadow approaches, the mind let it in
Along road of silence, a thought of a sin
Deep down ancients, on surface youths
Suffer of unidentified truths

A travel in mind, a search for the soul,
Yet nothing to find, just thoughts, they're foul

Beneath all, a monster within,
Mind made it stall, stuck in a tin
But when shadow approaches mind let it in
It rises, converting the skin

A travel in soul, a search for the mind
A quiet growl, the predator's tied

Through the black sea of blue
Through eyes of two
Dressed in a all-knowing suit
It's getting its loot

Open its own sea black
Looking around, ready to attack
A mighty laugh of sane madness rise
Rising, growing, growing in size

The source sends its poison of unknown
Hate is its name, created by your own
Strangely enough the only thing understood
Melting metal, burning wood

The predator's tied, yet travels in soul
Searching for the mind, crying out its quiet growl

Thoughts, they're foul, travel in mind
They look for the soul, yet there's nothing to find

Suddenly the quiet growl appears
Foul deliberations running wild
Until the sound reaches their ears
They unite with Satan's Child

Who is there to see?
What will it become?
Why is it converting Me?
When did I hate some?

Yet the poison Hate has is nemesis
There's no time for remiss
Some powers fight with for a greater deed
Taking away, yet gives Hate its feed

In the middle of all someone stand,
Flying over the battlefield and have nowhere to land,
who can only fly over and stand between,
who feel nothing yet never been so keen

And Shadow approaches, mind let it in
Releasing the monster from its tin,
which leads the battle of immortal
Tearing me apart, yet fills me to total

Thoughts of foul,
Reaches the soul
Yet it fights back the one from within
But as shadow approaches, mind let it in.

- The Rambler 2007-10-26