The Midnight Song (Replying to Chaos Turtle)

[DÛke]

The Midnight Song, by me.

(The Loneliest Man)
Come back, come back to your centers! lead yourselves not astray!
Come back, my brothers! come back! for I have wept night and day!

In eternity my cries are heard!
Your little compassion is but a fraud!
In eternity my cries are heard!
Your filthy tolerance, but war!
In eternity my cries are heard!

Here is my Yes! now I am beloved!
Here is my No! now I am...tolerhated...

(Sigh Amidst the Storm)
My voice but resonance! but resonance!
But reason! a feeling sense! to you but nonsense!

(The Liberation: Part I)
Follow me if you may! Alas, how foolish I am!
Wanting of you that which you not can!

You're the being of stray’dness, and your flight is a going astr’ay...
It is not of you that you are! it is not of you that want and want!
This here is pleasure, this here is pain, and thereafter that is all your strive…

No pigs can fly, my good brothers!
And even less so are they who lack the wings!
Listen to this, friends and foes:
Listen ground-walkers and earth-dwellers, you need politics!
For inward ugliness is your dominant feature.
Blinding idiocy is your talent.
With every one inward flaw,
Unto yourselves you've made an outward law.
Mere appearance!
And he who is beautiful in every way! O he who is beautiful in such ways!
You’ve made the outlaw!

(The First Victim)
Could be an angel!
Today a criminal!
Innocence?
A victim of victims!
Face the mirror before you face the other!

(Eternity)
Time is one more rule, lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one – day zillion; present day, backward day, forward day…
First and last; beginning and end…
All but one moment without a name!

Your eyes are no deception.
But your vision is a perception.
Before you everything becomes and goes
Before you everything dies and grows
Hear me! for your eyes are never deception!
But your vision is a matter of perception!

(The Liberation: Part II)
Take care my brothers!
What you lack is what you lack...
No power within you can alter you...
Behold! the mirror speaks!

From your ugliness you run towards civilization...
Progress, invention, science:
"Bettering man" - supposing that man needs bettering!
Indeed, from your ugliness you run towards your bettering!
Alas, with that you run towards your battering!

Today you stand dazed and bitter,
Not knowing one thing or another...
Only "man needs to become better."
And here you hear my everlasting laughter!

(The Dawn of a Beautiful Day)
Free fools - fools with freeddom - are the greatest danger. Because of them, they - the greatest possible and sole threat - there came into conception countless philosophers and philosophies, hard trying to reconcile fools and fools, giving ugliness a new beauty, giving nonsense what they call "rationality." Though, I must say: pigs don't fly, even when they fly!

Free fools - fools with freeddom - are an arrow towards a dying humanity. Consequently, they are our greatest excitement! For today we stand ready to face the days. For in not having our faith we have the greatest faith. And to you, God-lovers - or should I call you God-killers? - in your faith there is every law once again, every rule and every sickness of compulsion! for it is still your ugliness that you fear and want it bettered, but my friends: your scientific God is merely a man all over again, invented in the image of you, in the bettering of you, you the ugliest of all ugliness!

Neverthless, the point of inversion draws near, and to us it is the greatest excitement! where every blackness turns to light and every light fad'es to nothing! Every law turns against itself - against humanity! Every illusionary beauty induced by the smell of your laws ceases to sing! All the while I will keep singing - un bel di! I feel neither your gloom nor your sickness, but I dare say I laid my eyes at your ugliness! And my friends - at that moment I understood why you needed and still need science - for you are uglier than ugliness itself. You need the masks, the dresses, the makeup, the makeup artists - all of whom you call "politicians," "philosophers," "liberators." But in those titles, in those very people, your stench reeks all over again. My friends - your stench can not find salvation! As I said, however, I am in a position where I understand your nostrils-offending case. Neverthless, hold me not a hostage in your filthy dungeons, for I still will sing – un bel di! And I should mention, that I fly as well!

 

[DÛke]

...

The Midnight Song, by me.

(The Loneliest Man)
Come back to your centers! lead yourselves not astray!
Come back O my brothers! I have wept night and day!

In eternity my cries are heard!
Your little compassion is but a fraud!
Your filthy tolerance but a war!

Here is my Yes! now I am beloved!
Here is my No! now I am tolerhated!

(Sigh Amidst the Storm)
My voice but resonance! but resonance!
Fading words that never penetrate,
How might you ever comprehend?
My voice but resonance! But resonance!
But reason! a feeling sense!
To you but nonsense!

(The Liberation: Part I)
Follow me if you may! alas, how foolish I am!
Wanting of you that which you not can!

No pigs can fly, my good brothers!
And even less so are they who lack the wings!
Friends and foes, listen to this -
Ground-walkers and earth-dwellers: you need politics!
For inward chaos is your spirit!
Blinding idiocy is your tal’ent
With every one inward flaw,
Unto yourselves you've made an outward law.
And he who is beautiful in every way!
You’ve made an outlaw!

(The First Victim)
Could be an angel!
Today a criminal!
Innocence?
A victim of victims!
Face the mirror before you face the other!

(Eternity)
Time is one more rule, lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one – day zillion; present day, backward day, forward day…
First and last; beginning and end…
All but one moment without a name!

Your eyes are no deception.
But your vision is a perception.
Before you everything becomes and goes
Before you everything dies and grows
Hear me! for your eyes are never deception!
But your vision is a matter of perception!

(The Liberation: Part II)
Take care my brothers!
What you lack is what you lack...
No order you utter in the name of whatever war
Can reform the chaos that is you are!
Listen O my brothers! every word of command is but a shutter!

From your ugliness you run towards civilization...
Science and progress and invention:
"The bettering man" - supposing that man needs bettering!
Indeed, from your ugliness you run towards your bettering!
Alas, with that you run towards your battering!

Today you stand dazed and bitter,
Not knowing one thing or another...
Only "man needs to become better."
And here you hear my eternal laughter!

(The Dawn of a Beautiful Day)
Free fools - fools with freeddom - are the greatest danger. Because of them, they - the greatest possible and sole threat - there came into conception countless philosophers and philosophies, hard trying to reconcile fools and fools, giving ugliness a new beauty, giving nonsense what they call "rationality." Though, I must say: pigs don't fly, even when they fly!

Free fools - fools with freeddom - are an arrow towards a dying humanity. Consequently, they are our greatest excitement! For today we stand ready to face the days. For in not having our faith we have the greatest faith. And to you, God-lovers - or should I call you God-killers? - in your faith there is every law once again, every rule and every sickness of compulsion! for it is still your ugliness that you fear and want it bettered, but my friends: your scientific God is merely a man all over again, invented in the image of you, in the bettering of you, you the ugliest of all ugliness!

Neverthless, the point of inversion draws near, and to us it is the greatest excitement! where every blackness turns to light and every light fad'es to nothing! Every law turns against itself - against humanity! Every illusionary beauty induced by the smell of your laws ceases to sing! All the while I will keep singing - un bel di! I feel neither your gloom nor your sickness, but I dare say I laid my eyes at your ugliness! And my friends - at that moment I understood why you needed and still need science - for you are uglier than ugliness itself. You need the masks, the dresses, the makeup, the makeup artists - all of whom you call "politicians," "philosophers," "liberators." But in those titles, in those very people, your stench reeks all over again. My friends - your stench can not find salvation! As I said, however, I am in a position where I understand your nostrils-offending case. Neverthless, hold me not a hostage in your filthy dungeons, for I still will sing – un bel di! And I should mention, that I fly as well!

 

[Chaos Turtle]

You wrote a song for me? I'm charmed.

I'd be honored, but it appears you don't know me at all. At least not well enough to write me a song that makes any sense.

Thanks though. I mean that.

 

[DÛke]

...

That song, friend, was an attack against you, concealed under pretty words.

 

[Apollo]

It wasn't very well concealed. I'm fairly sure CT was being quite sarcastic when he thanked you.

 

[Reverend Love]

Don't listen to'em Duke, you could be the next Liberace.

 

[Shiro, Time Devourer]

Originally posted by DÛke
...

The Midnight Song, by me.

(The Loneliest Man)
Come back to your centers! lead yourselves not astray!
Come back O my brothers! I have wept night and day!

In eternity my cries are heard!
Your little compassion is but a fraud!
Your filthy tolerance but a war!

Here is my Yes! now I am beloved!
Here is my No! now I am tolerhated!

(Sigh Amidst the Storm)
My voice but resonance! but resonance!
Fading words that never penetrate,
How might you ever comprehend?
My voice but resonance! But resonance!
But reason! a feeling sense!
To you but nonsense!

(The Liberation: Part I)
Follow me if you may! alas, how foolish I am!
Wanting of you that which you not can!

No pigs can fly, my good brothers!
And even less so are they who lack the wings!
Friends and foes, listen to this -
Ground-walkers and earth-dwellers: you need politics!
For inward chaos is your spirit!
Blinding idiocy is your tal’ent
With every one inward flaw,
Unto yourselves you've made an outward law.
And he who is beautiful in every way!
You’ve made an outlaw!

(The First Victim)
Could be an angel!
Today a criminal!
Innocence?
A victim of victims!
Face the mirror before you face the other!

(Eternity)
Time is one more rule, lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one – day zillion; present day, backward day, forward day…
First and last; beginning and end…
All but one moment without a name!

Your eyes are no deception.
But your vision is a perception.
Before you everything becomes and goes
Before you everything dies and grows
Hear me! for your eyes are never deception!
But your vision is a matter of perception!

(The Liberation: Part II)
Take care my brothers!
What you lack is what you lack...
No order you utter in the name of whatever war
Can reform the chaos that is you are!
Listen O my brothers! every word of command is but a shutter!

From your ugliness you run towards civilization...
Science and progress and invention:
"The bettering man" - supposing that man needs bettering!
Indeed, from your ugliness you run towards your bettering!
Alas, with that you run towards your battering!

Today you stand dazed and bitter,
Not knowing one thing or another...
Only "man needs to become better."
And here you hear my eternal laughter!

(The Dawn of a Beautiful Day)
Free fools - fools with freeddom - are the greatest danger. Because of them, they - the greatest possible and sole threat - there came into conception countless philosophers and philosophies, hard trying to reconcile fools and fools, giving ugliness a new beauty, giving nonsense what they call "rationality." Though, I must say: pigs don't fly, even when they fly!

Free fools - fools with freeddom - are an arrow towards a dying humanity. Consequently, they are our greatest excitement! For today we stand ready to face the days. For in not having our faith we have the greatest faith. And to you, God-lovers - or should I call you God-killers? - in your faith there is every law once again, every rule and every sickness of compulsion! for it is still your ugliness that you fear and want it bettered, but my friends: your scientific God is merely a man all over again, invented in the image of you, in the bettering of you, you the ugliest of all ugliness!

Neverthless, the point of inversion draws near, and to us it is the greatest excitement! where every blackness turns to light and every light fad'es to nothing! Every law turns against itself - against humanity! Every illusionary beauty induced by the smell of your laws ceases to sing! All the while I will keep singing - un bel di! I feel neither your gloom nor your sickness, but I dare say I laid my eyes at your ugliness! And my friends - at that moment I understood why you needed and still need science - for you are uglier than ugliness itself. You need the masks, the dresses, the makeup, the makeup artists - all of whom you call "politicians," "philosophers," "liberators." But in those titles, in those very people, your stench reeks all over again. My friends - your stench can not find salvation! As I said, however, I am in a position where I understand your nostrils-offending case. Neverthless, hold me not a hostage in your filthy dungeons, for I still will sing – un bel di! And I should mention, that I fly as well!

So. Pwetty ^^;

Not bad for a song that was meant as a going-off on someone.

 

[Spiderman]

Moved back to Off-Topic at the request of DUke as this is not "seriously" an attack or meant to do battle...

 

[train]

I'm more of a poem kind of person myself...

 

[DÛke]

The Midnight Song

Walk of the Loneliest Man
Come back to your centers! lead yourselves not astray!
Come back O my brothers! I have wept night and day!

In eternity my cries are heard!
Your little compassion is but a fraud!
Your filthy tolerance but a war!

Here is my Yes! now I am beloved!
Here is my No! now I am tolerhated!

Sigh Amidst the Storm
My voice but resonance! but resonance!
Fading words that never penetrate,
How might you ever comprehend?
My voice but resonance!
But reason! a feeling sense!
To you but nonsense!

Though a voice might speak in eternity,
Into one ear you hear, and out the other.
Tell me my friends, why must we again bother?
Seas have raged, skies have bled
"God is dead!" was said,
But into one ear you hear, and out the other.

Full Moon
Follow me if you may! alas, how foolish I am!
Wanting of you what you not can!

No pigs can fly, my good brothers!
And even less they who've built the greatest wings!
Groundwalkers, friends and foes, listen to this -
You need politics!
For inward chaos and division is your spirit!
With every one inward flaw,
Onto yourselves you've made an outward law,
To give wings, to the fallible!
To fix, the unfixable!

An Encounter with the Victim
You could have been an angel, my friend,
But today you're called a criminal.
The innocence that you take, that you rape,
The flames that you burn, the madness that you are,
My friend! I take those onto myself - for I am at fault!

The criminal in society, is always a victim of that society.
The criminal society is such by its Nature.
One may cry, one may invent wings and politics,
But my friends, life is an impending fatality!
What choice have you?
But to be pathetic?

A Stroke of Eternity
Time is one more rule.
Lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one to zillion...
What is present and yesterday...
And all that is to come...
The alpha and the omega...
All firsts and the lasts...
Every beginning and every end...
All but one moment without a name!

Your sense is no deception.
But every sense is a perception.
Before you, everything becomes and goes...
Before you, everything dies and grows...
See, your sense is no deception:
Within your being, everything becomes and goes...
Within your being, everything dies and grows...
But my friends!
The Sun revolves not around the Earth!

The Dawn of Liberation
Take care my brothers!
What you lack is what you lack.
No order you utter in the name of war whatever,
Can reform the chaos that is you are!
Every word of command is but a shutter!

From your ugliness you run towards civilization...
From science to progress to invention:
"The bettering man" - supposing that man needs bettering!
Indeed, from your ugliness you run towards your bettering!
Alas, with that you run towards your battering!

And here you hear my eternal laughter!

Beginning of a Beautifu Day the First
Free fools - fools with freeddom - are the greatest danger. Because of them, they - the greatest possible and sole threat - there came into conception countless philosophers and philosophies, hard trying to reconcile fools and fools, giving ugliness a new beauty, giving nonsense what they call "rationality." Though, I must say: pigs don't fly, even when they fly!

Free fools - fools with freeddom - are an arrow towards a dying humanity. Consequently, they are our greatest excitement! For today we stand ready to face the days. For in not having our faith we have the greatest faith. And to you, God-lovers - or should I call you God-killers? - in your faith there is every law once again, every rule and every sickness of compulsion! for it is still your ugliness that you fear and want it bettered, but my friends: your scientific God is merely a man all over again, invented in the image of you, in the bettering of you, you the ugliest of all ugliness!

Neverthless, the point of inversion draws near, and to us it is the greatest excitement! where every blackness turns to light and every light fad'es to nothing! Every law turns against itself - against humanity! Every illusionary beauty induced by the smell of your laws ceases to sing! All the while I will keep singing - un bel di! I feel neither your gloom nor your sickness, but I dare say I laid my eyes at your ugliness! And my friends - at that moment I understood why you needed and still need science - for you are uglier than ugliness itself. You need the masks, the dresses, the makeup, the makeup artists - all of whom you call "politicians," "philosophers," "liberators." But in those titles, in those very people, your stench reeks all over again. My friends - your stench can not find salvation! As I said, however, I am in a position where I understand your nostrils-offending case. Neverthless, hold me not a hostage in your filthy dungeons, for I still will sing – un bel di! And I should mention, that I fly as well!

 

[FoundationOfRancor]

I swear to god, the kid acts like he's 4 years old

 

[DÛke]

...

Hey! I'm way more cheerful and younger than that! One smells no air of your gloom about me. There's no flavor of hopelessness and weakness here. I'm not bored with myself.

The Midnight Song:

I feel neither your gloom nor your sickness, but I dare say I laid my eyes at your ugliness! And my friends - at that moment I understood why you needed and still need science - for you are uglier than ugliness itself. You need the masks, the dresses, the makeup, the makeup artists - all of whom you call "politicians," "philosophers," "liberators."

Leave me out of your world!

 

[Chaos Turtle]

Originally posted by Apollo
It wasn't very well concealed. I'm fairly sure CT was being quite sarcastic when he thanked you.

In one fell swoop, you prove yourself the more intelligent one.
Not that proof was needed.

 

[DÛke]

...

Apollo wasn't very "intelligent," you see, because I lied when I said this was supposed to be attacking you or anyone for that matter. It's not meant to insult, it's meant to make you aware. Any quarter wit would have seen at least that little. Apollo suggests that I wasn't very good at concealing my attack, as if I was trying to attack or offend anyone! Sure I said I was, but you'd think someone "intelligent" would at least look before he speaks? It follows that filth can't be called intelligent, except by other filth...
...

The Midnight Song

The Loneliest Man
Come back to your centers! lead yourselves not astray!
Come back O my brothers! I have wept night and day!

Self-Intoxicated
God is only one. God is alone.
Man is many. Man is doomed.

The Dream Part I
What nightmare! this dream I’m in! what prison!
Tell me O my brothers! what have I for tomorrow’s eternity
Other than moments of desires that I so betray in present?

Such has always been the case: all believers are liars.
For they claim to believe in this God of theirs,
Out of love, out of obedience, maybe out faith.
But who was ever strong to feel his desires gratified,
Yet needed a so-called God?
Who was ever to live life as if following a fantasy
Yet believed in God’s Paradise?
Who was ever so pure and radiant, so innocent,
Yet believed in God’s given sacrifice?

To think for once that life is suffering,
Such are the preconditions for all belief.
Is he a believer who departs his suffering for a God?
Does not his weariness belong to his beauty, peace of mind?
And precisely who suffers? who has the right to suffer?
Only he who is far higher, only he who has fallen
From the stars, down towards the sewers,
Is the man who is suffering.
Everyone else is struggling in an endless battle
With their own desires, and that they call “suffering.”
My friends, your society and your politics are not what
He suffers from!
It is your worthlessness that is all amusing.

Belief is when you need not to believe.
Not even God shall cleanse the unclean.
To greatness only the great belongs.
And out of greatness and excess I love my God,
Not out of need.

The Dream Part II
With love life ebbs and flows.
Out of love I love, and not out of need.

There is none today that feel out of heart.
In every hallow concept we behold
Lingering hopes and illusions of love.
For love is no more! Love has gone!
No one feels life, yet everyone "understands"!

In every tolerance there is a law: “thy shalt love!”
Admirable is such a command, but real it is not.
Many hear such words, never hear what is behind:
“Thy shalt love! is our command, for it is known
That as a creature, today, you have grown more so unbearable
Hateful like never before, unable to feel out of heart
And therefore, you need a love-command.”

Love is no more, because love has become a rule.
O my God! O my God! Love is no more!
I am here trembling, for love is no more!

The Dream Part III
To whom do my sighs belong?
Amidst your storm I am no more!
To he with ears, let him hear:
My friend, remain in isolation
For that you will remain in love
With life and its intoxication!
Depart not your wholly heart,
Leave “understanding” to mere mankind.

Sighs Amidst the Storm
My voice but resonance! but resonance! but resonance…
Like lingering mist that hardly penetrates your raging seas,
To your storm the war we lost, our words but sighs of nonsense…

Almost Full Moon
Follow me if you may! alas, how foolish I am!
Wanting of you what you not can!

No pigs can fly, my good brothers!
And even less they who’ve obtained the greatest wings!
Friends and foes, ground-walkers, listen to this:
You need politics!
For inward chaos and division is your spirit!
More apparent it is today than the pas’t
With every one inward flaw,
Onto yourselves you've built an outward law.
The ugliest becomes pretty, but friends, is that what you call “having light”?
Consequently, he who is by privilege a beautiful animal
Has gone unheard and sunken below, and for this degradation he must fight!

Encounter With the Victim
Once upon a time, you could have flown like an angel.
But today you live in madness and disbelief – criminal.
The innocence that you take, that you rape,
My friend! all that I feel and understand!
I take those onto myself – for I am at fault!

The criminal in society, is always a victim of that society.
The criminal society, however, is ugly by its Nature.
Perhaps uglier because of its collectivity.
One may cry, one may invent wings and politics, to fly…
But my friends, life is an impending fatality!
What choice have you?
But to be what you be best: pathetic?

Moment in Eternity
Time is one more rule, lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one to zillion; from the past to present,
And to every reality and image most distant…
Alpha, Omega; first and last; beginning and end…
All but a nameless mom’ent!

Awakening
Your sense is no deception, but every sense is a matter of perception.
Before you, into you, and onto you everything becomes, goes, dies and grows.
My friends! the dawn of days nears! And the universe revolves not around you.

Dawn of Liberation
Take care my brothers! What you lack is what you lack.
No order you utter in the name of cause whatever,
Can reform the chaos that is you are!
How every word of command is but a shutter!

From your ugliness you ran’n’running towards civilization
From progress to science to invention…
“The bettering of man" – supposing that man needs bettering!
Alas, every step to what is better is closer to your battering!

...

I have decided to take the last part of this song out, which is an exposition. It is has its own mood, rhythm, and style - and it's way more serious than this. "Dawn of Liberation," which is the last part of the Midnight Song, signals the beginning of the "One Beautiful Day," where, presumably, man finally knows who he is, regrets it, and collapses out of misery, all the while I laugh because I realize that mankind has done to themselves exactly what they wanted to do, unfortunately, they didn't realize the magnitude in which they wanted it, when it happens, life explodes.

 

[Shiro, Time Devourer]

I'm serious when I say that song is a goldmine for flavor text.

Ex:
Triskell Dreamer 1UU
Creature- Davina
Whenever you play an instant spell, you may draw a card.
Before you everything dies and grows
Hear me! for your eyes are never deception!
But your vision is a matter of perception!
"The Midnight Song"
0/2

Double Time 2U
Instant
Untap all nonland permanents you control. Draw a card.
Overdrive- Instead take an extra turn after this one.
(If you use this ability, pay life equal to this spell's converted mana cost and remove it from the game instead of putting it in the graveyard. X is 0 for this purpose.)

Time is one more rule, lo! the verge seems afar!
Day one – day zillion; present day, backward day, forward day…
First and last; beginning and end…
All but one moment without a name!
"The Midnight Song"

 

[DÛke]

...It's also a gold mine of ideas, philosophies, and as a whole, serves as an anti-ideal, anti-modernity. But few have the nature to behold these...

Example, The Dream Part I sums up the psychology and general decay of the "believer."