Poetry competition CLOSED 14th February 2017 10:27pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNER-UP:
HadesRising
Devils and Darkness
Terminal Night https://quik.gopro.com/v/mnkRLJLcNg/
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- - - ABSINTHE WITH THE DEVIL - - -
Haunt me
With your purgatory
Hours seem like days
Months seem like years
Time, it seems, is so torturous
With the crows so murderous
Pecking on my fears
Absinthe with the devil
Is like feeding the wolves
So feral and vile
Absinthe with the devil
Is like facing the walls
Of carnage, so vile
Bleeding from my hands
Smashed in the glass
A fight,that seems, so damn fruitless
Just to fall to emptiness
Where all hopes are dashed
Absinthe with the devil
Is like facing the walls
Of carnage, so vile
Absinthe with the devil
Is like feeding the wolves
So feral and vile
Pour the emerald demon into crystal goblets
For the sake of insanity top me off like a good bitch
I can hear them giggling there just behind the deepest shadow
The ground is shaking, the storm is coming,
Get me through this fucking stanza
I’m facing the failures of such a wasted life
Words are screaming in my head demanding for their release
So many voiceless faces of the wronged and the ones still to come
Blood is on my hands, who is really damned
Me or the one reading this shit?
FUCK! THE MISERY
IT’S ALWAY THE SAME
DOOM AND TRAGEDY
WHERE IS THE SHAME
WHEN I TAKE THE BLAME?
ABSINTHE WITH THE DEVIL
IS LIKE FEEDING THE WOLVES
SO FERAL AND VILE
ABSINTHE WITH THE DEVIL
IS LIKE FACING THE WALLS
OF CARNAGE
OF CARNAGE
SO FUCKING VILE
Absinthe with the devil
Is like facing the walls
Of carnage, so vile
Absinthe with the devil
Is like feeding the wolves
So feral and vile
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
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- - - IMMORTAL - - -
Celestial epilogues remain beyond reach
The ending evades like vile phantoms that leech
Serpent tongues speak of faerie chapter verse
The curse in reverse masquerading as lovers submersed
In churning waters of slaughter, chaotic, obscured
A ravensong uttered within the dismay
Jealous knives in the Theatre of Pompey
Even the devil knows we suffered too long
The torments of Hell and the agony of chains
This highway is empty but for hollow bones
Lining my path, if alone, wherein lies the pain?
If not me, who then will suffer the shadows
Leaching the life from those innocent thralls
Falling or crawling from spires and below
Echoing the screams from damnation halls?
Sever the veins pumping blood from me, henceforth
Pool it beneath me with the storms of the north
Failure shines in eyes of the unjust
The rust and the lust of angelic crusts in winter gusts
‘Neath crescent moonlight and dead night beside Erebus
Betrayal hung, heavily, in weeping trees
And shrouding the Garden of Gethsemane
My heart sleeps in a canopic jar
Preserved for eternal torment
Witchcraft woven by concubines
Reserved in haunted laments
The womb of doom split open
For mourning moons, broken
Thus is the tale of my descent
Thy orchestra plays tunes of the crimson chaste
Pouring from the succubi just for a taste
“Madness pours from Satan’s phallus
To the mouths of legions scorned by God
Cunting bitch and bastard caress
Groping the last vestiges
Of righteous blood”
Curtains of velvety sin
Entertain holy glory holes
Necro-fantasies and Lovecraft
Bells in the air
Toll their despair
When nothing satisfies
Woes of immortality
I miss the murder
Of crows in summer flight
The distant thunder
Unseen in moonless night
In mid October
Gnashing sodomites
Coked out or sober
Screaming for cenobites
Eyeless with death’s head grin
I’m watching the legions of damned
Begging upon their bleeding knees
Rot in the air
Stinks of despair
When nothing satisfies
Woes of immortality
I crave the hunger
Of lions for Christians
Nights become sundered
With saboteur mischief
No resurrection
For followers of fraud
My imperfection
Shines before holy God
“Laughter within haunted hallways
Above where Stygian waters flow
Pyres burn with infernal blaze
Ares and Aphrodite
Fuck to murdered crows”
Obsidian skies hang over early dawn
Renewing the doom by old kings and khans
I spat, bitterly, on the hourglass
The casque of the last noblemen of cold houses, outclassed
When the desire of fire fails in black mass
Crucifixions will no longer redeem you
The poison in her kiss reminds me of dew
Even the devil knows we suffered too long
The torments of Hell and the agony of chains
This highway is empty but for hollow bones
Lining my path, if alone, wherein lies the pain?
If not me, who then will suffer the shadows
Leaching the life from those innocent thralls
Falling or crawling from spires and below
Echoing the screams from damnation halls?
And when the morningstar seems so far away
I wait before the morn for the break of day
But I will never have a taste of death
The depth of Macbeth madness and the shallow breath
Cruel be witches and bitches in trials and tests
From courts of owls to the feasts with the Norns
Olympians lay idle and wait for war horns
I sleep in a sarcophagus
Await the day to rise again
Eons of death flash through my mind
All alone within my bane
The womb of doom split open
For mourning moons, broken
Thus is the tale of my disdain
Remember me with red moons and monoliths
Just so I remember the times with her sylph
I miss the murder
Of crows in summer flight
The distant thunder
Unseen in moonless night
In mid October
Gnashing sodomites
Coked out or sober
Screaming for cenobites
Eyeless with death’s head grin
I’m watching the legions of damned
Begging upon their bleeding knees
Rot in the air
Stinks of despair
When nothing satisfies
Woes of immortality
I crave the hunger
Of lions for Christians
Nights become sundered
With saboteur mischief
No resurrection
For followers of fraud
My imperfection
Shines before holy God
Curtains of velvety sin
Entertain holy glory holes
Necro-fantasies and Lovecraft
Bells in the air
Toll their despair
When nothing satisfies
Woes of immortality
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Image is by the-echoes-of-silence.tumblr.com
Written by HadesRising
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Anonymous
Runner-up ... Cool
! [but I'm starting to feel like a "bridesmaid" so you're not alone Typhoid Mary/Mary Walker]. but, and yeah ... Congrats dejure!
and to my King ... an honor to be standing next to you
! and lastly, a big THANK YOU to the host ...
~Devlin
