Poetry competition CLOSED 1st July 2015 2:48pm
WINNER
Mourningcloak
Mourningcloak
RUNNER-UP:
Kou_Indigo
Everything Dark and Sinister
Poetry Contest Description
Make the darkness beautiful
Write about something completely dark, sinister, evil etc....
And try to make it beautiful
Sort of "Eye of the beholder" Type thing ya see?
No word limit
Pictures included with the poem are a plus
This is my first comp in a couple of years so lets hope participation is good.
I truly look forward to reading!!!!
And try to make it beautiful
Sort of "Eye of the beholder" Type thing ya see?
No word limit
Pictures included with the poem are a plus
This is my first comp in a couple of years so lets hope participation is good.
I truly look forward to reading!!!!
Anonymous
disconnected thoughts ~ [//in the guise of a poem//]
she wears war flowers
in her locks
daisy chain wreaths
of high velocity splatter
~ grey [matter] stained petals
wilting at atomic touch ~
his scorched earth kiss
fuels the drought
in her throat
//
parched...
she chases
the gun metal fireflies
at his crushed temple
drawing closer to drowning
on his tongue
w[h]etting
her barren mouth
*
the aggressor nourishes
his pale cadaver
feeding her
the spoils of invasion
~ holocaust ash munitions
like a dandelion wish ~
blown on assassin's breath
//
picking
through the carnage
clawing
at his armoured chest
bullet wound warmth
refuge
prison
death
in freedom's mask
*
his hollow [point] skull
in her demolished fingers
nerve memory recalling
unspoilt features
the hidden vulnerability
now blown open
~ in a napalm romance
for the ages ~
//
she wears war flowers
in her locks
daisy chain wreaths
of high velocity splatter
~ grey [matter] stained petals
wilting at atomic touch ~
his scorched earth kiss
fuels the drought
in her throat
//
parched...
she chases
the gun metal fireflies
at his crushed temple
drawing closer to drowning
on his tongue
w[h]etting
her barren mouth
*
the aggressor nourishes
his pale cadaver
feeding her
the spoils of invasion
~ holocaust ash munitions
like a dandelion wish ~
blown on assassin's breath
//
picking
through the carnage
clawing
at his armoured chest
bullet wound warmth
refuge
prison
death
in freedom's mask
*
his hollow [point] skull
in her demolished fingers
nerve memory recalling
unspoilt features
the hidden vulnerability
now blown open
~ in a napalm romance
for the ages ~
//
Anonymous
disconnected thoughts ~ [//in the guise of a poem ii//]
we touch
with quiet desperation
~ two lepers
starved for contact~
sloughing away
the past
in filthy snowflakes
collected
beneath stained nails
//
thoughts of you
fester
somewhere
inside me ~
i look
for the source
when i peel back my skin
to blanket you
warmly
in the only part of me
not soiled
by my nightmares
but all i ever see
are collapsing veins
& i wonder
if you're the cause
of the sepsis
coursing
through my capillaries
//
i marvel
at the silver nexus
of scars
dancing on your tongue ~
absorbing the grain
like braille
...different torture
different texture...
all silent stories
waiting
to be given voice
*
though you're mute
and i rely
on the revelations
shaken up
in your kaleidoscope eyes
~ a dark mosaic
of moss coloured loss ~
fathomless
to those on the outside
breaking in
//
peeling apart
the warp and weft
of our twisted nature
to reveal
the [in]consistent framework
holding us together
~ these bleached bones
dry to dust ~
flesh worn threadbare
chaffed raw
by skeletal embrace
*
hold me...
closer [?]
tighter [?]
... don't let go
lock me
in your coffin heart
//
we touch
with quiet desperation
~ two lepers
starved for contact~
sloughing away
the past
in filthy snowflakes
collected
beneath stained nails
//
thoughts of you
fester
somewhere
inside me ~
i look
for the source
when i peel back my skin
to blanket you
warmly
in the only part of me
not soiled
by my nightmares
but all i ever see
are collapsing veins
& i wonder
if you're the cause
of the sepsis
coursing
through my capillaries
//
i marvel
at the silver nexus
of scars
dancing on your tongue ~
absorbing the grain
like braille
...different torture
different texture...
all silent stories
waiting
to be given voice
*
though you're mute
and i rely
on the revelations
shaken up
in your kaleidoscope eyes
~ a dark mosaic
of moss coloured loss ~
fathomless
to those on the outside
breaking in
//
peeling apart
the warp and weft
of our twisted nature
to reveal
the [in]consistent framework
holding us together
~ these bleached bones
dry to dust ~
flesh worn threadbare
chaffed raw
by skeletal embrace
*
hold me...
closer [?]
tighter [?]
... don't let go
lock me
in your coffin heart
//
BATHWATER
Things went downhill today.
Filth was everywhere.
Engulfed in disgust, it had to be dealt with.
Running away from thoughts,
While running water.
Putting a toe in, testing the warmth.
Chilled to the bone, after what was done.
The water was wonderful, unlike other things tonight.
Throwing aside the robe, tying up hair.
Slipping into the water, wishing away despair.
Sitting in the miniscule waves,
Gently rocking back and forth.
Head resting on knees, as life is contemplated desperately.
Steam arising, soaking into pores.
Thoughts being evaporated, by water that is too hot.
Skin turning so red, you can barely see the blood.
Eyes turning the water into an ocean.
Salt burning wounds, that have recently been opened.
Scrubbing.
Scrubbing until skin is raw.
More tears.
Sipping of something in a bottle.
More burning.
Gulp.
More tears.
Anger now.
So much anger.
Punching a bathroom wall.
Crumbling under the water.
Deterioration?
Erosion?
Looking down at bath water,
Murky water.
Bath water a person can drown in.
Bath water a person can cease to exist in.
Deteriorating.
Eroding.
All because one person couldn’t help exploding.
Now there is blood and dirt in the bath water.
Skin so raw, it’s ground meat.
Skin that looks like it’s been beat.
Skin floating around in bath water.
Bath water engulfing a girl so broken, she started with water hot enough to boil her alive, and now she’s shivering in water cold enough to freeze her, in her already petrified state.
Things went downhill today.
Filth was everywhere.
Engulfed in disgust, it had to be dealt with.
Running away from thoughts,
While running water.
Putting a toe in, testing the warmth.
Chilled to the bone, after what was done.
The water was wonderful, unlike other things tonight.
Throwing aside the robe, tying up hair.
Slipping into the water, wishing away despair.
Sitting in the miniscule waves,
Gently rocking back and forth.
Head resting on knees, as life is contemplated desperately.
Steam arising, soaking into pores.
Thoughts being evaporated, by water that is too hot.
Skin turning so red, you can barely see the blood.
Eyes turning the water into an ocean.
Salt burning wounds, that have recently been opened.
Scrubbing.
Scrubbing until skin is raw.
More tears.
Sipping of something in a bottle.
More burning.
Gulp.
More tears.
Anger now.
So much anger.
Punching a bathroom wall.
Crumbling under the water.
Deterioration?
Erosion?
Looking down at bath water,
Murky water.
Bath water a person can drown in.
Bath water a person can cease to exist in.
Deteriorating.
Eroding.
All because one person couldn’t help exploding.
Now there is blood and dirt in the bath water.
Skin so raw, it’s ground meat.
Skin that looks like it’s been beat.
Skin floating around in bath water.
Bath water engulfing a girl so broken, she started with water hot enough to boil her alive, and now she’s shivering in water cold enough to freeze her, in her already petrified state.
Outbursts.
It began as surprise attacks of affection. It was kinda cute. You kissed me to end the argument, or snuck up behind me for a hug.
Then came the shocking expressions. It was eye opening indeed. I felt trusted. That you were relaxing around me. Showing the real you, even if it wasn’t all beauty.
Slowly you “opened up” more and more. I remember thinking; ‘nothing is wrong, we’ve just passed the honeymoon stage’. I bit my tongue, and held my breath so that your poor soul wouldn’t fret.
Yelling came soon. I had witnessed reverse metamorphosis. You transformed from this ugly creature that just ate everything in its wake.
Fear came quickly after that. Each time you raised your hand to scratch your back, I flinched, and thought of apologies. I was ashamed. I had made you this way. “I didn’t mean to” I’d planned to say.
Bruises followed in the next few days. You quit scratching your back, and began breaking mine. I dropped a plate once, and I could have sworn I tried to steal your last dime. You reacted faster than the plate broke. Snapping your whip.
Tears arrived afterwards. You stormed away, after the order to “clean up this mess, and get me a new plate” “You’re a heifer not a horse, why the long face?” was your clever joke you’d say.
Epiphanies graced me, finally. I replayed every moment. Every “I love you.” every scream. Every tear. I quickly realized there was more sadness than love, and even more terror than sorrow. I took a deep breath, and planned my escape.
Regret was with me as I packed my things. Regret for dropping the plate, regret for speaking the way. I help my breath thinking if I could just disappear then you’d end up okay.
Running. I was running. From our house. It had long before stopped being a home. From you. You had disappeared into the darkness. Your mind was not your own. I hoped.
Tripping. I remember tripping. I hit the coffee table, and everything was fuzzy.
Beating. I remember the beating of your heart, and my body.
Crying. I remember crying. The mixture of salt and blood burned.
Regretting. You, I remember being the only regret.
Smiling. I can’t remember smiling.
Loving. I don’t recall loving.
Hating. I remember slipping into your habitat, as you took me away, your face was the last thing I remember hating that day.
Withering. I remember being eroded by your fists. I even quit screaming as I was withering away.
Dying. Ah, yes I remember that one as if it was happening now. I spilled your beer, and you had had a long day.
It began as surprise attacks of affection. It was kinda cute. You kissed me to end the argument, or snuck up behind me for a hug.
Then came the shocking expressions. It was eye opening indeed. I felt trusted. That you were relaxing around me. Showing the real you, even if it wasn’t all beauty.
Slowly you “opened up” more and more. I remember thinking; ‘nothing is wrong, we’ve just passed the honeymoon stage’. I bit my tongue, and held my breath so that your poor soul wouldn’t fret.
Yelling came soon. I had witnessed reverse metamorphosis. You transformed from this ugly creature that just ate everything in its wake.
Fear came quickly after that. Each time you raised your hand to scratch your back, I flinched, and thought of apologies. I was ashamed. I had made you this way. “I didn’t mean to” I’d planned to say.
Bruises followed in the next few days. You quit scratching your back, and began breaking mine. I dropped a plate once, and I could have sworn I tried to steal your last dime. You reacted faster than the plate broke. Snapping your whip.
Tears arrived afterwards. You stormed away, after the order to “clean up this mess, and get me a new plate” “You’re a heifer not a horse, why the long face?” was your clever joke you’d say.
Epiphanies graced me, finally. I replayed every moment. Every “I love you.” every scream. Every tear. I quickly realized there was more sadness than love, and even more terror than sorrow. I took a deep breath, and planned my escape.
Regret was with me as I packed my things. Regret for dropping the plate, regret for speaking the way. I help my breath thinking if I could just disappear then you’d end up okay.
Running. I was running. From our house. It had long before stopped being a home. From you. You had disappeared into the darkness. Your mind was not your own. I hoped.
Tripping. I remember tripping. I hit the coffee table, and everything was fuzzy.
Beating. I remember the beating of your heart, and my body.
Crying. I remember crying. The mixture of salt and blood burned.
Regretting. You, I remember being the only regret.
Smiling. I can’t remember smiling.
Loving. I don’t recall loving.
Hating. I remember slipping into your habitat, as you took me away, your face was the last thing I remember hating that day.
Withering. I remember being eroded by your fists. I even quit screaming as I was withering away.
Dying. Ah, yes I remember that one as if it was happening now. I spilled your beer, and you had had a long day.
- Battle Cry of the Fallen Queen -
Prelude: Serpent of Light
A serpent of light entwines, becoming a sign of infinity,
Its’ radiance stretching forth like a great spider’s web!
Then, like glass, the web shatters to reveal all eternity…
And I have looked beyond it, swallowing all my dread.
The mazes of memories, the thoughts of bygone ages…
All like light are they, and do illuminate for me my path.
As the hourglass turns, the sand causes us such rages…
For we struggle against time, when time is full of wrath.
Like a butterfly, I flit away into timelessness; I awaken!
And the cycles turn like the hands of an immense clock.
Time resumes, but of greater mysteries I have partaken,
And my spirit is strong to have survived the fiery shock.
For illumination is like fire and lightning; it strikes quick,
Leaving one changed, and opening one’s perceptions…
The spirit is like the serpent I spoke of, coiling so thick!
Becoming infinite, when freed from all dire deceptions.
Such is my spirit; and anyone, can become as I have…
Opening the third eye within, and piercing all the clouds,
Until the universe reveals what heals better than a salve.
Old wounds close, old pains pass, like fleeing crowds!
And I scream, not from pain, but from spiritual release.
If existence is a battle, then to win is to achieve peace!
Part One: The Fallen Angels
The fallen angels shall gather as the veils are shredded,
And the symphony of darkness will play for all to savor.
Mankind is blind, knowing not, where time is headed…
But I fell first, and because of that, I dare never waver!
We brought civilization, we whom the gods did resent.
Araqiel, who taught the signs of the earth and the land,
Armeros, who taught the means to create enchantment,
Azaziel, who taught the arts of combat oft on command,
Lilith, who taught of passionate love in more than words,
Baraqel, who taught the readings of astrological dignity,
Ezeqeel, who taught of the clouds, the skies, the birds,
Gadreel, who taught: the way of adornment and beauty,
Kokabel, who taught the secrets of constellations wide,
Penemue, who taught the gift of writing, with noble will,
Sariel, who taught knowledge of the moon and the tide,
Semiaza, who taught of herbs and healing to cure the ill,
Amazarak, who taught of magic, sorceries, mysticism,
Akibeel, who taught signs, omens, portents, and more,
Kasdeja, who taught how demons might be imprisoned,
Tamiel, who taught: of astronomy behind a closed door,
Shamshiel, who taught knowledge of the sun and sky,
And then there was one, nameless, and that one was I.
Part Two: Bonds of Cruelty
If thou could only know, the deep sorrows of the night,
Then to match them all with the pain within my bosom…
Would be not less the task than to behold the fair light:
Of starry skies, of mournful moon, and palest blossom!
But I shall not stand idly by whilst my enemies encircle…
Rather would I call upon Hell itself: for dire vengeance.
Once my spirit sought to soar far, on a winged miracle!
But the gates of paradise closed, with barred entrance.
Let Heaven keep its’ sterile climes, and stagnant rules,
Which chain the soul, and shackle the will with burden…
For they are but the rallying cry, for fanatics and fools!
Those same who are too cruel: too quick to condemn.
They who called me damned, and tried to seal me fast,
With bonds of cruelty, all of which were broken whole.
For evil shall not have its’ day, and hatred cannot last…
And so I utter my battle cry to fulfill of my ancient goal,
That my passion be known, that my love be given free.
No angel wings were ever meant: to be bound eternal,
So my feathers of light, shall with old power carry me…
Beyond the confines of the chasms of domains infernal!
Let evil be smitten by its’ own twisted adder’s tongue,
Through which the hook shall pierce, until all is undone.
Part Three: Smiling Ascension
The beauty within my heart longs to dance with angels,
To walk in peace amidst flowery fields with great joy…
But the pain others inflict on me, a darker way compels.
And yet I try to ease the agony, with the arts I employ!
Where is the love I seek, the compassion that I desire?
Vacant in the hearts of those mortals who are wicked…
And as surely as Hell contains vast lakes of molten fire,
I shall not allow the foe to see my wounded heart bled.
Better, for my fallen brothers and sisters to rise up all…
Those whom the gods once warred with and did exile,
Than for me to be cut down when I do try to stand tall!
I must rise, I shall ascend, and so I will manage a smile.
Those who love me will be at my side when all is done,
When the lies and the deceptions of the ages are torn…
Those who do stand with me shall be said to have won.
So take my hand and let us embrace the coming morn!
Enlightenment is not corruption, and truth is never false.
I need no lies, when what is most honest holds cunning,
More terrible, than any crafted behind the hidden walls:
Of demonic palaces with blood and flame ever running.
In scarlet and white, the raiment of the ascended spirit,
My formlessness takes form: my music rises, near to it.
Part Four: Crown of Horns
What course is there, that is not plotted in the shadow?
Illuminated by the flame imperishable, green and bright.
I, the terrible queen, have basked in its’ pale meadow…
Whilst given by that fire, the most potent and vivid sight.
Before the fallen fell, before the rise of civilization large,
I was, and I am, and I shall be, for such is time’s cycling.
Behind the things you cannot know, I did of old march,
Bearing my terrible burdens and yet never of them tiring.
Yet the wickedness men do is a cross I shall not carry…
Rather shall I nail the wicked to it: with cutting sharpness.
My words are a sword and its’ keenness cannot tarry…
For righteousness hastens it, unto the heart of darkness.
Tremble, tremble, and let the universe be rocked apart!
My sons and daughters play the symphony I did teach…
Gods of heaven and earth, who across history did dart,
Never touching, yet touching all things that minds reach.
The dark and androgynous goddess, the horned lady…
Whose crown of horns, unlike thorns, is silvery and fair!
That was what I was called when my creator made me.
When palest, was my flesh, as suns blazed in my hair…
Do not look too deeply at my soul, lest you be blinded.
My coming was foretold; thou needs not, be reminded!
Prelude: Serpent of Light
A serpent of light entwines, becoming a sign of infinity,
Its’ radiance stretching forth like a great spider’s web!
Then, like glass, the web shatters to reveal all eternity…
And I have looked beyond it, swallowing all my dread.
The mazes of memories, the thoughts of bygone ages…
All like light are they, and do illuminate for me my path.
As the hourglass turns, the sand causes us such rages…
For we struggle against time, when time is full of wrath.
Like a butterfly, I flit away into timelessness; I awaken!
And the cycles turn like the hands of an immense clock.
Time resumes, but of greater mysteries I have partaken,
And my spirit is strong to have survived the fiery shock.
For illumination is like fire and lightning; it strikes quick,
Leaving one changed, and opening one’s perceptions…
The spirit is like the serpent I spoke of, coiling so thick!
Becoming infinite, when freed from all dire deceptions.
Such is my spirit; and anyone, can become as I have…
Opening the third eye within, and piercing all the clouds,
Until the universe reveals what heals better than a salve.
Old wounds close, old pains pass, like fleeing crowds!
And I scream, not from pain, but from spiritual release.
If existence is a battle, then to win is to achieve peace!
Part One: The Fallen Angels
The fallen angels shall gather as the veils are shredded,
And the symphony of darkness will play for all to savor.
Mankind is blind, knowing not, where time is headed…
But I fell first, and because of that, I dare never waver!
We brought civilization, we whom the gods did resent.
Araqiel, who taught the signs of the earth and the land,
Armeros, who taught the means to create enchantment,
Azaziel, who taught the arts of combat oft on command,
Lilith, who taught of passionate love in more than words,
Baraqel, who taught the readings of astrological dignity,
Ezeqeel, who taught of the clouds, the skies, the birds,
Gadreel, who taught: the way of adornment and beauty,
Kokabel, who taught the secrets of constellations wide,
Penemue, who taught the gift of writing, with noble will,
Sariel, who taught knowledge of the moon and the tide,
Semiaza, who taught of herbs and healing to cure the ill,
Amazarak, who taught of magic, sorceries, mysticism,
Akibeel, who taught signs, omens, portents, and more,
Kasdeja, who taught how demons might be imprisoned,
Tamiel, who taught: of astronomy behind a closed door,
Shamshiel, who taught knowledge of the sun and sky,
And then there was one, nameless, and that one was I.
Part Two: Bonds of Cruelty
If thou could only know, the deep sorrows of the night,
Then to match them all with the pain within my bosom…
Would be not less the task than to behold the fair light:
Of starry skies, of mournful moon, and palest blossom!
But I shall not stand idly by whilst my enemies encircle…
Rather would I call upon Hell itself: for dire vengeance.
Once my spirit sought to soar far, on a winged miracle!
But the gates of paradise closed, with barred entrance.
Let Heaven keep its’ sterile climes, and stagnant rules,
Which chain the soul, and shackle the will with burden…
For they are but the rallying cry, for fanatics and fools!
Those same who are too cruel: too quick to condemn.
They who called me damned, and tried to seal me fast,
With bonds of cruelty, all of which were broken whole.
For evil shall not have its’ day, and hatred cannot last…
And so I utter my battle cry to fulfill of my ancient goal,
That my passion be known, that my love be given free.
No angel wings were ever meant: to be bound eternal,
So my feathers of light, shall with old power carry me…
Beyond the confines of the chasms of domains infernal!
Let evil be smitten by its’ own twisted adder’s tongue,
Through which the hook shall pierce, until all is undone.
Part Three: Smiling Ascension
The beauty within my heart longs to dance with angels,
To walk in peace amidst flowery fields with great joy…
But the pain others inflict on me, a darker way compels.
And yet I try to ease the agony, with the arts I employ!
Where is the love I seek, the compassion that I desire?
Vacant in the hearts of those mortals who are wicked…
And as surely as Hell contains vast lakes of molten fire,
I shall not allow the foe to see my wounded heart bled.
Better, for my fallen brothers and sisters to rise up all…
Those whom the gods once warred with and did exile,
Than for me to be cut down when I do try to stand tall!
I must rise, I shall ascend, and so I will manage a smile.
Those who love me will be at my side when all is done,
When the lies and the deceptions of the ages are torn…
Those who do stand with me shall be said to have won.
So take my hand and let us embrace the coming morn!
Enlightenment is not corruption, and truth is never false.
I need no lies, when what is most honest holds cunning,
More terrible, than any crafted behind the hidden walls:
Of demonic palaces with blood and flame ever running.
In scarlet and white, the raiment of the ascended spirit,
My formlessness takes form: my music rises, near to it.
Part Four: Crown of Horns
What course is there, that is not plotted in the shadow?
Illuminated by the flame imperishable, green and bright.
I, the terrible queen, have basked in its’ pale meadow…
Whilst given by that fire, the most potent and vivid sight.
Before the fallen fell, before the rise of civilization large,
I was, and I am, and I shall be, for such is time’s cycling.
Behind the things you cannot know, I did of old march,
Bearing my terrible burdens and yet never of them tiring.
Yet the wickedness men do is a cross I shall not carry…
Rather shall I nail the wicked to it: with cutting sharpness.
My words are a sword and its’ keenness cannot tarry…
For righteousness hastens it, unto the heart of darkness.
Tremble, tremble, and let the universe be rocked apart!
My sons and daughters play the symphony I did teach…
Gods of heaven and earth, who across history did dart,
Never touching, yet touching all things that minds reach.
The dark and androgynous goddess, the horned lady…
Whose crown of horns, unlike thorns, is silvery and fair!
That was what I was called when my creator made me.
When palest, was my flesh, as suns blazed in my hair…
Do not look too deeply at my soul, lest you be blinded.
My coming was foretold; thou needs not, be reminded!
- I Am Death -
From Death’s Perspective
You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.
Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!
Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.
From Death’s Perspective
You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.
Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!
Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.
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BLACK ORCHID
Black orchid
Purple eyes
What glows
Between your thighs?
Is it warm inside?
Or a furnace
That burns men
To ashes?
Under the Ultra V
It seems enchanting
Yet I wary of
Of touching
Black Orchid
Grant permission
To taste your radiance
Of your blossom
With the promise
I’ll not be engulfed
In the brilliance
Of its incandescence
And that after
Sampling your luminous
Ovule delights
I can choose
To leave,
Or to stay,
With you
BLACK ORCHID
Black orchid
Purple eyes
What glows
Between your thighs?
Is it warm inside?
Or a furnace
That burns men
To ashes?
Under the Ultra V
It seems enchanting
Yet I wary of
Of touching
Black Orchid
Grant permission
To taste your radiance
Of your blossom
With the promise
I’ll not be engulfed
In the brilliance
Of its incandescence
And that after
Sampling your luminous
Ovule delights
I can choose
To leave,
Or to stay,
With you
