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Mist of Grey
THE TALE OF DEATH AND LIFE PART FIVE
The first winter’s moon shines pale rays in her face
Illuminating darkened features in grace
Her whispered chants over the deathly blessed flesh
Are echoes of days of ancient magic
Times of old gods, dragons and havoc
These dark necromantic spells speak of forbidden caress
The green light fills the skies
Over Death incarnate
The ghosts that linger
From her finger
Beckons to the fate.
Sacrificial altars
Beneath the eye of God
Stains the muddy ground
With blood and sounds
As lightning strikes the rod.
In dark nights, dreams galore
Lay twitching on the floor
The ghosts that promise
Days of traumas
Opens mouths want more.
Enthralled, He’s in limbo
Awaits the kiss of life
The apple of sin
Matches the grin
And cuts like a knife.
“Bare this fruit of Pandora
From the sight of flesh, I tore my
Eyes from a beautiful wretch
To see a thing most vile
Of bodies soaking in bile,
I fold as my stomach retch.”
In his heart, he heard words
Spoken like Hell’s mouth core
Barbs of such torment
Beckon close laments
Whisper what’s in store.
Agony, eternity
Within the devil’s swoon
Those goblets of blood
Are stained with mud
Puddles under moons!
With shaded glass eyes you see
A king on his knees before a queen
A cruel temptress with a heart of ice
Seemingly too distant to touch.
But she longs for his strong arms
To wrap her and keep her from harm
Fate is a cruel and tempting devil
Keeping them separate and lost.
"I spy you behind mirrors
Fending off evil and terror
Things that slither in the night
Fight to be by my side
To see truth through the lies,
I long to ease your cries.”
A veil of mist between
These two lonely beings
Is what fills emptiness
With voided caress
And keeps eyes from seeing
A love stronger than hate,
Demons that must sedate
The hope may spring
To despair and cling
To deliver to their fates.
And through the mist of grey
With edges dulled and frayed
They can almost hear the whispers
From the pits, hope it looms
Like a dragon wrapped in a womb
Death and Life my finally rise.
The first winter’s moon shines pale rays in her face
Illuminating darkened features in grace
Her whispered chants over the deathly blessed flesh
Are echoes of days of ancient magic
Times of old gods, dragons and havoc
These dark necromantic spells speak of forbidden caress
The green light fills the skies
Over Death incarnate
The ghosts that linger
From her finger
Beckons to the fate.
Sacrificial altars
Beneath the eye of God
Stains the muddy ground
With blood and sounds
As lightning strikes the rod.
In dark nights, dreams galore
Lay twitching on the floor
The ghosts that promise
Days of traumas
Opens mouths want more.
Enthralled, He’s in limbo
Awaits the kiss of life
The apple of sin
Matches the grin
And cuts like a knife.
“Bare this fruit of Pandora
From the sight of flesh, I tore my
Eyes from a beautiful wretch
To see a thing most vile
Of bodies soaking in bile,
I fold as my stomach retch.”
In his heart, he heard words
Spoken like Hell’s mouth core
Barbs of such torment
Beckon close laments
Whisper what’s in store.
Agony, eternity
Within the devil’s swoon
Those goblets of blood
Are stained with mud
Puddles under moons!
With shaded glass eyes you see
A king on his knees before a queen
A cruel temptress with a heart of ice
Seemingly too distant to touch.
But she longs for his strong arms
To wrap her and keep her from harm
Fate is a cruel and tempting devil
Keeping them separate and lost.
"I spy you behind mirrors
Fending off evil and terror
Things that slither in the night
Fight to be by my side
To see truth through the lies,
I long to ease your cries.”
A veil of mist between
These two lonely beings
Is what fills emptiness
With voided caress
And keeps eyes from seeing
A love stronger than hate,
Demons that must sedate
The hope may spring
To despair and cling
To deliver to their fates.
And through the mist of grey
With edges dulled and frayed
They can almost hear the whispers
From the pits, hope it looms
Like a dragon wrapped in a womb
Death and Life my finally rise.
Published 30th Dec 2013
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30th Dec 2013 5:44pm
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30th Dec 2013 6:14pm
As usual your poem are tales that can be flesh out into great short story of the fantasy genre. Enjoyed the Read, and thanks for being with me on the Poem Comps. You are gifted, HadesR.
31st Dec 2013 4:12pm
thank you for the praise, it means a lot to me. And the Poem Comp was a great idea, it thrills me that so many contribute to the ongoing story.
