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Welcome to the Tangst Prose and Poetry Page.

Due to the high volume of the poems on Tangst, we (the admins) decided that a separate site should house all the tangsty works. We've been working on this for a while (since mid January).

On this site, the disclaimers, legal notices, terms of service, and policies are basically the same as the ones for Tangst. Please note that by posting and/or commenting, you inherently agree to them.

This site is intended as a haven for the poets, storytellers, and general authors/writers of our growing community. It's a place to submit works and receive feedback and criticism.

Works posted on Tangst will also be posted here, just for a sense of continuity.

Happy writing!

Der Koenig des Totenreichs

Der König des Totenreichs

Or Why I don’t feel safe in bed

He said - I am what I am
We lie through our soul
With brutal honesty
And ruthless control
(Du bist immer markiert, mein Bruder)

Truth is a knife
Cuts through the bone and the tissue of lie
Music binds a soul together
Your body will work
It pounds through your mind

Your pupils like cat’s eye
Glitter in darkness
You shine in iniquity
You barter in sparkles

You search through your language it comes to your need
You search through your heart
Ripe red and bleeding and pumping and sweating

Cloven hoof and silver chills
Roll down your tongue and your spine and you sense
Razor shard edges take you aback
(Broken glass hurts most on Sunday mornings)
Taken back to a sunny day

Where the sun shone through the clouds
(Forever and ever, Amen)
With horns black as pitch
And relentless you charge through your guilt
The endless drum roll and trumpet and organ scream
Announce your approach

While lightning strikes the opposition
White holy light burns your face
Your scream is passion as pleasure
Tonight your torture comes to an end