Category Archives: Gothic

Song of Death

song of death

Song of Death

Deep beneath the rolling winds
Comes gently sparkling diamond beds
A maiden cries a song and sings
That life is sweet and perilous
The shadow of her weeping cry
Sheds hallow tears across the sky
The night is dark, she wonders why
As she hums the chant of an old lullaby:

Do di dum, dum di do
Eh, ee ah, ah ah ah ah, ah ee ah
Ah eh, ee ah, ah ah ah ha ha he
Ti, ti ti da, da da dum, di di da
Ho, ho ho ha, ah, ho ho ha

La da da da da di di da
Ih ih ee ee ee ah ah
Va va va va vava vum
Eh eh eh eh ee ee ah
Se se se se di di da da da

And so she finds that to her fall
Comes echoing a violent call
That summons her down onto her knees
As the night begins to fade to light
When demons come to seize her out of sight
With her dies the horrors of an obscure lore
A song of death, one that she’ll sing no more

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 21, 2013


Pan’s Flute


Pan’s Flute

Come, come with me
To a far away land
Close to the sweet blue sea
Encompassed with white glittery sand
Come to peace, come to joy
Leave your family, leave your home
Enter a life bedazzled by a toy
Perfected with each blow, a smooth tone

Follow me into the hill
Do not fear nature’s wrath
No doom awaits the Piper’s will
A master of the devil’s craft
He seeks to enlighten those with reason
Charming melodies synthesizing the sounds in your mind
Shifting the moods like the changing seasons
The intellect knows no limit in the bounties it may find

Carry on, come along
Open up your ears to the words of my song
I know a way to ease the feeling of pain
Raising you back on your feet once again
Come through the bustling grove
Open your eyes to the new mode
Keep on going, desert me not
For now I’m here, and I’m all you got

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 10, 2013

The Piper


Echoes of Song

Whistle and blow
The Piper shall show
The world of his charm
There’s no need for alarm
Enchanted in song
Children follow along
Being led in hypnosis to doom
Afoot the opening pass lies their tomb

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 10, 2013

Somber Nights


Somber Nights

Somber nights
Winter weather
In a springtime endeavor
Choosing my battles, losing my fights
Seeking ingenuity
Eagerly, but without clarity
The resources are at my disposal
Procrastination is deft of arousal
Thoughts pouring in
Only ten fingers
Trying to find number eleven
But the golden idea lingers
Afoot an intricate design
Why do I wait?
Where’s the sign?
Longing to become great
I waste my precious time
Looking for words that rhyme
I should be creating art
Instead of dwelling on a forgotten past
Perhaps then I’ll have a start
The chances are bleak, and the fortunes are vast

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
March 25, 2013

Darkside of the Moon


Darkside of the Moon

The pride steeps deep inside.

I want to give up and die;

No more energy left to cry.

There’s no place I could hide.

I’m in love with me!

Inescapable passion for this love,

But what’s a man to do.

I ask myself what lies on the darkside of the Moon.

Beloved waves, come wash me away to sea,

Where I’ll rise up to the skies above

And enter a more clairvoyant existence.


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 2013

Otherworldly Beings


The following is inspired by my fascination with the supernatural, as well as the occult.

Otherworldly Beings

Otherworldly Beings

Deep in the dark blue sea resides muses
Crossing the waters of Earth in search of mischief
Singing melodious chants with the intention of inflicting doom
Evil and vicious, they have no remorse for their wickedness

Far away on the southern isles of the Arctic
A demon stalks the land scaring away life forms other than its own
Greed encompasses the heart of this vile creature
Like its soul the land is cold and void of light

Echoes vibrate throughout the caves of the willowing islands of the Baltic
Tales of warriors lost in the midst of battle now wandering their vanquished homes
Kicked out of the halls of Valhalla, this world is a no man’s land for the undead
The icy seas of the North are the last frontier and the only dwelling for the servants of Odin

In the deserts of Egypt the sands of time have withered away the wonders of a once majestic kingdom
Ruled by men whose hubris misled them to a proclamation of divinity
Mysticism and magic governed the lives of a people disillusioned with the realities of a complex universe
Osiris and Ra may have existed, but their status as deities is a fact unworthy of consideration

Virgin maidens frolicking the green pastoral hills of Greece and Rome apotheosizes the glory of classical antiquity
Whereas the struggle of the so-called mighty gods of Olympus illustrated humanity’s need for unison,
Both in brotherhood and in recognition of an omnipresent Creator
A theory put forward by the greatest of thinkers from two of the most prominent civilizations in written history

Revered and sought out by, these immortal creatures haunt mankind

Not only by night, but every waking moment of the day, preying on our weaknesses

Relying on our false opinion of them as hunger monsters eagerly awaiting to eat our wretched souls

As their true intentions remain hidden in plain sight; they seek only to deceive and so paradise may not be the reward from the Creator of the Universe we receive

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 21, 2013

Paranoid Kitchen


I wrote this a couple of nights ago as I sat alone in the corner of my kitchen in the dark while listening to music.


Paranoid Kitchen

I’m sitting in my kitchen
In the dark playing a song
Walls five feet wide and three yards long
The solitude keeps me thinking
About the tunes of the blues
Men singing ’bout love and nothing to lose
Now that’s staying true to you
While you don’t got much to do
Too bad I ain’t really alone
I hear a grunting moan
Coming from behind the juice pitcher
Blowing away the picture
On the refrigerator
It’s not that I’m an instigator,
But I reckon the presence of an unwanted being
Soon I’ll be forced to pay the piper for seeing
The wonders of selling grace
In exchange for a better place


Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj

March 17, 2013