I am a one man army
a creature of the night
if I come across cold
let's just call it my independence

I will not play by the rules
I will not buckle to wants
this is my destiny
this is my independance

It's a total lock down
no human interactions
not while in this mood
I'm breaking every record I set myself

I can't help but write
it's a ****** drug to me
and I mean to go the distance
this is my independence  


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The political zombies have no idea they are dead
dead to the world and so dead to me
look at the pathetic liars
watch the swill like pigs
spit out their monotone drivel
little children with big issues

Watch them send us to war
just to cull the shepherds flocks
watch as they rub their hands
whist in their back pockets they sell arms
sell them cheap to the enemy
in double handshakes of disgrace

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I'm in for the penny
I'm in for the pound
man oh man, here I am
so holding my ground

I don't care if I don't belong
yet all will hear my lamenting songs
my own dark choir I created
will stay with me till my end

Some pennies are made of pure silver
and they shine among the stars
making dreams for you
and pennies for your thoughts


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

From the war mighty
across the unforgiving seas
all I have done is thought of is you
and the way it used to be

So as we do lay dockside
back in the lands we have always loved
my brothers carry me to my chair
it sits waiting for my coverage

No matter the outcome she'd whispered
she told me, she'd be here for me
in her letter stated when I boarded
I clutch her letter as I hear the sails folded

I slowly wheel myself up unforgiving hills
to I get to Gropecunt Lane
and in the shadows, as rat's scuttle past
I see my, my sweet,sweet love crying

In front of my love is a man's frame
bucking with her her in unison
as mist fell down in Gropecunt Lane
this was just another paying courtesan

By the wall in this narrow lane
stockings by her booted feet
if it was me, it would be a victors treat
yet I can't even lift myself to my feet

So I said not a word as I watched
I saw the tears of coal dust fall from her eyes
how could one liken to me....  a war child
how could I judge her, how could I despise her

She did cry as she did come
I used to be able to do that to her
but I sit in my wheelchair in Gropecunt lane
thinking and looking.... just half a ******* man


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She melts into the horizon
saying her goodbyes
she the blossom of spring

Her voice is midnight
her grace a delight
I wave goodbye to her

Back she will go
till the moon calls her
then she will appear

Without her pure light
I am truly lost
for she is my northern star

The pebbles on my beach
now shed indecorous tears
they are beside themselves

The sea does turn to lilac
it tries to calm me
yet my heart does rage

So in her wake
I do what I am asked
till daylight returns

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She melts into the horizon
saying her goodbyes
she the blossom of spring

Her voice is midnight
her grace a delight
I wave goodbye to her

Back she will go
till the moon calls her
then she will appear

Without her pure light
I am truly lost
for she is my northern star

The pebbles on my beach
now shed indecorous tears
they are beside themselves

The sea does turn to lilac
it tries to calm me
yet my heart does rage

So in her wake
I do what I am asked
till daylight returns

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the garden of despair she sits
her path has left her to fall to bits
the way she had tended her garden
was as selfish as when she slept

She could have never know better
with such a grand teacher of fools
she was made the spore of evils and lies
as she caught men just as spiders do flies

Oh wicked widow of *******
noir innocents when your heart is black
you know when justice comes
the good will get you back

So keep your poison Ivy
for it will protect you only for a while
and when you are called to account
angels of light, will wipe away your sickening smile


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

I decided after much deliberation
that my writer and colleague did not lie
for as he had written about Innsmouth
there would be much dark mystery in that port

I thought I'd travel in his footsteps
take the bus,, that rickety thing
guided by my now tracadodium friend
who just bubbled pointing with his fins

I took my case with empty pads
pads that did plead for the relief of ink
as for me I wanted to know
why this town had a fishy stale stench

What foul deeds did the residents inochulessly conceal
what black magic wavered gold from the cold grey sea
so as we skipped over bumps and fallen twigs
with pen in hand, I would make a dairy of my time in Innsmouth

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Did you think I'd forget you
my fallen and loyal
cast your discontent to the four winds
for I have come to claim our lost lands

Fear not my acolytes
for I am here in black glory
did they say somewhat
do not despise the snake. for having no horns
for who could say it will not become a Dragon

A danger bug
in memoriam
a flight of fancy
that you will never prodict

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We beat as one in my heart
I feel you every night and day
you was once my fantasy
now you are my sweet reality

What would you claim from me
for I would give you empires
as I do dearly love you
and morn when we are apart

Without your love of me
without that, I am nothing
you know I will die for my art
my love for you is in my heart

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The ghosts of the past can haunt you
come to you from their dark continents
telling tales of cold cold winds
and the broken reality that time sends

All would like their time again
to try to amend for all their follies
but yet what truly is an err in error
is when there are many errors in time

Slender hands of want try to claim you
white smoke for limbs of wanting
just to touch life again
to know a beating heart again

To taste fruit again
to feel tears again
to hold those they miss
or maybe, just one more kiss

To share gardens in colour and not in pallid grey
to feel the sun upon their sullen brows
to be back home feeling earth ... on land
these poor inner phantoms that do fill our lands

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Our cards were marked years ago
and I don't have a ****** back with that
for in the book that cronus does hold
I have in their words become in obsolete

So here I stand on this pebbled beach of Hastings
the place that makes me, makes me feel so real
let the moon do her work for me
and at midnight whisper my name

I call to the creatures of the abyss
from the dark realms where superior is life
the first to greet me are those of many arms
they are the starfish that crawl and dry on the beach

Then do come the bottom feeders
those that gills fill with detritus filtering cloudy
then come my sweet endodermic elite
the cattle of the deep blue saline seas

We all sing to the moon
for she is our mother
to the drifting forever complete
we by all knowing, in obsolete


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aska NeonSolaris

In Petticoat Lane she sells her wares
by the toilets for Gentleman's granite stairs
shoe laces and buttons colours abound
bids good morning to all that are around

Her cheeks are flush with meadow fever
and with a touch of fatal cholera too
yet there she stands all a sweating
to give pennies to her father, with all his betting

Then when she gets home and gives her pennies
her father will walk out without a thank you
she will again bathe her crippled mother
and with tears of an Angel, will cry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

They stand on every street corner now
with their truncheons out
slapping them with black gloved hands
this what it means to live in Pig City

The curfew is 6 pm
and you better be in by then
they have made us downtrodden and desperate
that's when the word insurgence becomes a threat

So we train orphan's of this horrid war
to do something to even the score
we give them guns and hand granades
for we must fight in every sick and twisted way

So every day a child of war pulls a pin
and kills as many of them as they can
for we live here, this vision of hell ... Pig City
believe you me, all here is ****** and not pretty


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Some days the tide of pain overwhelms me
and god do my lungs burn unbearably
then I cough for Jesus
blood clots and bits of lung
but I will be dammed if I'm gone

I will do my utmost to cheat death
for I have too much work to do
I will not go down easy
I will leave this world the way I came in
kicking and screaming for breath

I get so annoyed at my friends
looking at me with sympathetic eyes
I don't want them to feel sorry for me
as I fight hard for my life
yet do slowly in pain die

So I lock myself away with the only love I have
and suffer for my art on my own and in private


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Some days the tide of pain overwhelms me
and god do my lungs burn unbearably
then I cough for Jesus
blood clots and bits of lung
but I will be dammed if I'm gone

I will do my utmost to cheat death
for I have too much work to do
I will not go down easy
I will leave this world the way I came in
kicking and screaming for breath

I get so annoyed at my friends
looking at me with sympathetic eyes
I don't want them to feel sorry for me
as I fight hard for my life
yet do slowly in pain die

So I lock myself away with the only love I have
and suffer for my art on my own and in private


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The substance of a poet
the tears they cry
tears from their eyes
in purity and verse

Oh tragic is a poet liken to them
for they mean to die for their art
as many before them tragic
as they cast souls to the four winds

Not for one second do they care
their life is just full of poetry
nothing is life but to die
dying singing to this wondrous art

Sing my friends till the end
make merry and be kind
know that words have dominion
till the end of time


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I did try to rest
yet I am drawn into another war pure
I know my word is right
and they are full of ****

So I prepare the fleet
and make them stronger with hatred
I don't mess about when it comes to war
for I do seek and destroy all

If battle be my name
liken to the glories of the insane
then know I have gone utterly mad
as my drones march to reclaim

To tally with me
is to spit in the eyes of god
each gunship is ready
in pure war and much more


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In secret I did build my army
and so not my only secret army
as most are hidden from sight
I must protect my sweet armies

When I call them
they kneel to me
for my sweet faithful
do truly believe

Yes in secret I have created a mighty army
a air force second to none
sky ships never seen in the 25th
oh I do feel for you in the 21st

We move now
never to hide again
never to in night creep
in secret


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Soon I have to interface
with the dammed and divine
they will make me interface
with proud glory of both dark and light

This old battle that will never end
from daylight to midnight
and here I stand lonely
still beaten a heart of forgiveness

Please I ask you to not touch me
for to know me would **** you
for I am their wonder war
I am their poisonousness interface

Made to make and break
the nightmare on legs
now made in human form
for the greatest of wars, to interface


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

There is a wedding ring in the ashes
a husband killed in a most violent war
and all his plans and dreams
lay now dormant in the ashes

He belonged to the 31st
a high guard captain
and all we have of him now
is his wedding ring in the ashes

We know they tortured him before he died
because there is blood everywhere
we know he would of kept his mouth shut
for no word do we speak to our enemies

I call to our high guard priest
I ask for the water of wedlock
she hands that holy water we fight for so much
and I drop a few drops on the ground

Stand back I say to my troops
don't come any nearer
for here are the tears
of Babylon and Syria

So mighty does the ground shake
as our killer tanks go by
and above our heads
our sweet fighters fly


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As seven cities did fall
and the knowledge was lost forever
all those books all that ancient prescriptions
the old laws I knew so many years ago

I walk among the ruins
defending what books are left
I mean to take them with me
as dying laying by my side

In the cavern of the four winds
my own will hide my body
never to be touched
until another one of me comes along

Forever and ever
our hearts and souls
hurting and hurting
forever and ever

By my stars I will not relent
as my life is a constant battle
and I want to do it all ...  truly
is to write blood and guts poetry
in the cavern of the four winds


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Watching clouds on top of Cherry Hill
telling the midwife of flowers, the Daisy
how blessed and beautiful she is to me
with petals white and tender
it's slender stem with the slightest curve
it's popularity is nothing less then deserved

It's diminutive heads pop up all over the ground
peeking over it's lush vivid green companion
there to be picked and made a circle of glory
for delicate hands full of promise will bend them
all that are the hosts of Cherry Hill
will call to others saying, humanity is not over

The children of Earth are not as bad as they think
and the heavy tariff of making them mortal
some think this was unfair
somewhat slightly immoral
see how sweet, so not distant they are
so liken to us as young foolish stars

Give them a chance
come stand in the circle
know they maybe small
but what might within
so come and hold me
in the circle of Daisy's

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We land one by one

our fleets as our sentinels

we plan to take power

let all see this

that not all is what it seems

in the city of silent dreams



The broken and lost lay by our feet

if this is the way they want to be

well in my black eyes f**k them

for if you live in darkness

you will die in darkness

and suffer for your ignorance



This is why we gather now

making ready a new world

where goodness shines

and love is everywhere

perfect for battle

yet always kind





By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If this should be my fond farewell
I will go down fighting
sending me back home
back to the city of the dead

Back to my home of the black flag
returning to my warrior home in glory
they await their killing machine
in my sweet city of the dead

The hate machines will line the streets
there will be screams of mad intent
and the hero's of yesterdays will kneel
all will be mine in the city of the dead

The fighter elite will spill their cold blood
to the glory of my return
and I will sit back on my throne
in my city of the dead

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The creature I am
sharing this broken man
I keep him strong
for he has not too much long

We have made the design to commit suicide  
and how beautiful will be his death
all in the name of poetry
for we are devoted to her beauty

Just two more solar years
and we will disappear
going back home
to the realms of death

In the cold light of day
you will hear people say
yes I knew of him
and of his strife and art


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

To the chapel I do go
in the cold rain, late at night
just to kneel to your grave and remember you
as the relentless wind does bite burning me

I will worship you with my beating heart
I will treasure you as I would my queen
how my heart burns with your gift
you are truly my release

I know this is my sweet suicide
but I do love you too much
so in the cold rain late at night
I carry your banner, standing fast and fight

I went beyond care
Good God, five years ago
and now I walk with you
as we are now both shadows

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You can feel lonely in the crowd
not invisible but maybe alone somewhat
such isolation with so many people around
just keeping my feet firmly on the ground

I can't freak out or be outrageous
can't let my alter-ego loose at the moment
have to wait to I can be on that dancefloor
making havoc and dancing like a monkey on fire

I get so ****** soaked in sweat
sometimes my ******* even bleed
far too much dancing
and I forget about romancing

Never in fear to stand out from the crowd
dancing like a spastic on pills
that's me on the weekend
clubbing to my very end


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the darkness you are my only light
and I follow you liken to a lost child
look how broken I am
see my wings tatted

I want to sleep forever
please be kind to me
send me into the darkness
and there forever sleep

My fleet is nearly built
so if you truly love me
please let me die
let me die in pride

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

As the darkness descends on me
I stand with my arms open to welcome her
the waves of despair wash over me
at last my sweet god I am happy

All the lost and dead start to talk to me
at last I have control of my destiny
one by one my armies are returned
so it is time to wreak merry havoc

Oh how the rules have changed
in the darkness I hold dominion
in the darkness I am the light
in the darkness I rule supreme

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I was lost, then I find you
that girl so not from next door
with eyes of opal and diamonds
that some one I want to love

Can I merit love in a moment
can I call myself to blame
for I am in love with you
here is your tiger tamed

Treat me as I will treat you
break down the walls to your heart
as when we meet
we will never part

Oh sweet are the winds in October
how the leaves fall
as my heart
has fallen for you

Yes my dear child of Eve
I can be your demon
I can be your saint
and here I do wait



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Her voice calls to me in the distance
with velvet, cream and strawberries
such a beauty I love her so
and into Hell fighting I'd go

She is calling me
what gift will it be
for one of light
someone like me

I can hear her in the distance
yet her voice is not that clear
does she wants me to fly now
or wait another ****** year

Oh come my love, I worship you
I even without sin battle for you
make you're commands fully clear
yet yes to you, I'm in the distance

Wormhole it to me
for fax sake
if you want me to keep control
from the distance contact me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

If only the roses in my garden smelt as sweet as you
I would die in you're inner beauty like morning dew
and as I slowly drifted to the heavens
I know you would look up as I rained my love on you

I can see you in the fields of dreams
eyes closed and you're sweet mouth open
letting my cool cold emotions wash over you
and with you're consent, make love to you

I wish you had faith in my words
all those whispers in my heart
as you slept at night I treasured you
and idealistically thought we would never part

Is a honourable action a command
does the trickle of despondency
not eventually flow fast
and in the eyes of Eve become a flood

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the face of adversity
trying to get back my dignity
building up
and trying to not run down
never will I again wear a frown

May the winds of relentless fury
scar my face trying not to let me be
but I have been on these grounds before
oh have I
in the face of adversity

Been broken and rearranged
as evil creatures play their games
so damaged I have been
but with pure heart and soul
they will not win


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This incurable wave of unclean faces
parade outside my fragmented window
holding their hands out in desperation
waiting for the sirens all clear command

Above the heads of these unfortunates
grey skies are laced with despondency
whist I dwell in the tower of hateful things
my sweet brothers do wait and prey for me

It is far too hot in here
this is where evil gives birth
this is the place I must destroy
smash it's filthy walls to the ground

The disciples of war hide deep
in bunkers made of lead dense
an underpass to the towers roots
****** the last refugees of hope

Stand fast my brothers
for I will not disappoint
this day I do now commit
all I have for the faith in good

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She hides her wings in the forest deep
covering herself in green fresh foliage
another of the fallen now protected
another child willing to speak with honest fire

I line the good and true side by side
for shame on us if we still have to hide
some I have to shake to wake them
for even they fear to trust some of you at all

I have asked them to try to understand
these new time line victims, for what to us is old
for we once were new to human follies
and we did once land in forests deep

I show them scars of ****** wars
show them skulls and bones
all the times I have walked in shadows before
I give the key to the next captain, in the forest deep

I tell my loyal, you will bleed
I tell them, in honest tears
have the purity and so suffer
and whatever don't **** them, as they **** each other

For they are pretty good at that
let me say no more then devote and protect


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

By the glow of moonlights gaze
in the sea of the greatest of dreams
where fall the tears of truth like rain
this is where the trees do talk
with eyes for leaves most pronounced

So placid is the death of reason most compounded
when they think possession does sleep
but the curiosity of her dark crown and glory
that one whom has many names and never sleeps
once was reluctant to come to fluoridation

From the forest of forgiveness
oh yes my wings broken
yes my ****** scars you can see
******* light with me again in the day
then glowing dead in this nightmare

Sinking slowly deadly dreaming
I watch my forest of talking trees chatter
and with sword of much might
I do silence them one by one
then place my banner of the good and warrior on their roots

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the frog world
where amphibians reign supreme  
king toad himself did declare
that all frogs should discard their underwear  

There was uproar in the frog senate
Hoppy came to the podium to say he was not having it
the frogs flapped their webbed limbs
and all did start in unison to sing

Graa grepit we are not having it
how dare the toad king get us to conform
next thing he will want us to wear dresses
then next wear a **** uniform

The gibbering got louder
flies in the vicinity were flounder
as they were picked out of the skies
by angry long tounges precise

So the war was declared
for they would not discard their underwear
and the battle did commence
for frog liabilities forever hence


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the garden she waits
I could see her tapping her foot
I was hiding in the thicket
playing silly buggers again

She called out my name
told me not to play these silly games
yet I stood my ground
and in a deep voice called her name

I giggled as her face went flush red
if I carried on she would be in a crimson rage
so I revealed myself to her
she ran to me and we did embrace

I went to cop a feel of her naughty bits
she smiled and slapped me in the face
I called her a cheeky monkey
then we laid down in green fresh grass


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

Never the light of the sun, for it has no passage here
peace lilies sing in static harmonies of all broken dreams
here the lord of all that is dark tends his disciples
touching them with his black painted nails

Poison Ivy surrounds the boarders
protecting this realms of their sweet lord
gardeners of hell's realms take up their duties
making death of maidens there a sweet ****** hobby

Bones are crushed hope is lost in this garden of shadows
no mercy and no retreat do the trees of despair sing
blood their sustenance and horrific prayers
sentinels without souls hold shield and sword in hand

There is no death, no gods here
just the master and his business
children hang from the highest trees
and all do spit blood to sustain the soil

Oh rich is the crimson wine of the dying
like the suffering of a hanged man
where the mandrake thrives
in the shadow of the black oak

Death has dominion in this garden
no fury is as deep or blind
for here no sunlight does shine
and the devil calls to his own here

Suffering is paramount here
shadows of the suffering scream
the blood flows most pro verdant
as the black showers of deaths oil

Sing do the trees of hardships flocks
as the children of eve swing from the trees
and all that thought good but selfish
are truly brought to their knees

There is no mercy in this garden
no sun will ever shine
not in the dark lords garden of shadows
the place of the divine

Slow comes death to the human kind
slow and painful and so desperate
watch the desiccation
of all of the human race


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

This is the place we come
to see our fallen sisters and sons
this is the place we contemplate
all the good deeds we have done

This is the place we wear our uniforms proud
where the roar of the cannons is not so loud
this is the place we find our missing
some alive the others earth kissing

Even the trees seem to bow
with tears of sap on tender bark
as we pay our respects in ardent deliveries
in the garden of tranquility

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the glow of the August moon
when silents falls upon the city
as the chapel bell does chime midnight
I stand by your graveside waiting for you

I hear you pounding within the coffin
hear you're rage, the screams to get out
come my love arise, I call in a dominating tone
and do uncover soil to get to your wooden prison

Lifting the lid of your casket
you just leap into my arms
my love, we will be married soon
in the glow of the August moon

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

She was sitting at her station
caring not the build up of radiation
those twenty in the gunner bay
will never see the light of another day

She knows she will get a medal for bravery
yes it will be sent by post to her mother
a posthumous thank you from fleet command
just like all the others

She means to fight to the bitter end
there are so many of the enemy
but she's fighting with her friends
writing her last goodbyes she sends

She is trying to stay in control
but tears are welling up in her eyes
she knows she will never see home again
brave little gunner girl
sending death and destruction like rain


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I stand in this room of echo's
and here I will stay
lonely and defeated

What is a good heart
when all around you is hatred
my amour is falling apart

In this hall of love I am lonely
in this hall of love i am broken
and tears run down my face

Please God help me
help me have the strength
the strength to die

Lonely and defeated
in this hall of love
may I die

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

When again we meet
my love, I will be a small child
and the scares that I do wear
are truly worthy of my love of you

My army is most mighty
and all in league to our destiny
I vow not to call to them
in the heat of the moment

Flags matter not to us
we look for the betterment
so tired of fighting wars
in the heat of the moment

So I come to you as a small child
trying to look mostly harmless
yet I know, you know who I am
still fighting in the heat of the moment

Why was I constructed for war
not just now but forevermore
this is my plight another fight
as I was built by you for war

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the hive there is movement
for one of their kind has found the silver cross
just a scout of the second level
but the hive was deemed active and all took flight

Some of the first ones found the scout
and did beat on him asking where whom and why
but the scout did not fear loss
for glory he died for the silver cross

So many miles away
where all was good and gay
the children of light
did hear of this plight
and did send
all angels ends
the last glory
the test of nature

A machine of her light
blessed to heal yet fight
a creature of darkness
who would enthral some and delight

It coughs and splatters another page
it does state it's still somewhat alive
and goodness it's come here
to destroy the bastardises of the hive


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

They dance in the warm wind
a myriad of colors
natures little miracles
a most worthy treat
for this battle scarred machine

Taking all my amour off
I stick the banner with her name on it
deep into the moist earth
then I kneel and pray
in obedient glory to her name

I don't think most dark Angels are bad
just think they are misguided
yet I am ordered when necessary
god to smite my own kind
destroy my own mighty and brave

The silver of pure light
the war child, the black winged fiend
we have no mercy
no need to correspond with our foe
we by her command just destroy

Yet here I sit blood soaked
tears streaming down my face
watching little flutters
in so many colours
in this kind field of butterflies

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

In the kingdom of angels
they the last were spitting blood
what have our foes done
the ******* have poisoned us

That was a very long time ago
we lost so many to them I know
but we come back you know
again and again and again

My angels are intact
and now we do attack
we will bite and scream
with much angel spit

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I live here in this land of sorrows
here the streets are filled with broken dreams
limping three legged dogs prowl the pavements
they have no want or care to lick their wounds

Come with me to the lake of despondency
watch the swans with broken necks
see them come to the waters edge
dragging their beaks on the ground, eating broken glass

Let me show you the playgrounds
see they are strewn with knives and guns
this is where our children play
under the blood red and scarlet sun

Do you like our new arena
this is were we make the humans run
killing machines against human ****
in the land of sorrows, we have the darkest of fun


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The strain on time hurts
the continual tick tock tick tock
in this, the land of the lost

I try to collate the mathicalmatal equation
try to work out the ultimate cost
in this place, the land of the lost

I am lowering my shields
going to these people
not of the mighty
a land of the lost

Let the mortal in me be nice
I must in pities sake hide my banners
be a kind human at any cost
in the land of the lost


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris