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The City of the Dead
Under the all-seeing eye
Beneath where the hawk soars
Entombed where corpses rule
She’s said to reign in
The city of the dead
Beyond the reach of time itself
Where past at last returns to burn
The embers to cinders in wastes of wraiths
She speaks at each arcane shrine in rhyme
“From the lowest gutter
Hearts flutter in time
With the beat of drums
From the frozen fjords
To burning doors that
Whisper silently in storms”
The queen of the cursed
Sits on her throne of the pits
In shadow and echoed names
Of eidolons regurgitated in flame
Frenzied beating of leather wings
Dragons they con weavers and thieves
The hours turn sour in nights of flight
They chant her rant revamp time and twine
It is written in tomes
Men roam in despair
For a glimpse of death
From the haunted moors
To pining imps that
Whisper silently in storms
And so I search
In desperate need of
The City of the Dead
Never did I imagine
In my darkest dreams
Where, at last, I was led
The queen of the blessed
Sits on her throne in the skies
In haloed and revered floods
Of eidolons regurgitated in blood
From great Cairo to the Highlands
She haunts and taunts my soul ten fold
My towers break slower when songs are gone
Her laugh at last shows me wrath and paths
It is written in tomes
Men roam in despair
For a glimpse of death
From the haunted moors
To pining imps that
Whisper silently in storms
The highest god-kings
And the lowest beggars
Hear her song
“From the lowest gutter
Hearts flutter in time
With the beat of drums
From the frozen fjords
To burning doors that
Whisper silently in storms”
The queen of the cursed
Sits on her throne of the pits
In shadow and echoed names
Of eidolons regurgitated in flame
Under the all-seeing eye
Beneath where the hawk soars
Entombed where corpses rule
She’s said to reign in
The city of the dead
Beneath where the hawk soars
Entombed where corpses rule
She’s said to reign in
The city of the dead
Beyond the reach of time itself
Where past at last returns to burn
The embers to cinders in wastes of wraiths
She speaks at each arcane shrine in rhyme
“From the lowest gutter
Hearts flutter in time
With the beat of drums
From the frozen fjords
To burning doors that
Whisper silently in storms”
The queen of the cursed
Sits on her throne of the pits
In shadow and echoed names
Of eidolons regurgitated in flame
Frenzied beating of leather wings
Dragons they con weavers and thieves
The hours turn sour in nights of flight
They chant her rant revamp time and twine
It is written in tomes
Men roam in despair
For a glimpse of death
From the haunted moors
To pining imps that
Whisper silently in storms
And so I search
In desperate need of
The City of the Dead
Never did I imagine
In my darkest dreams
Where, at last, I was led
The queen of the blessed
Sits on her throne in the skies
In haloed and revered floods
Of eidolons regurgitated in blood
From great Cairo to the Highlands
She haunts and taunts my soul ten fold
My towers break slower when songs are gone
Her laugh at last shows me wrath and paths
It is written in tomes
Men roam in despair
For a glimpse of death
From the haunted moors
To pining imps that
Whisper silently in storms
The highest god-kings
And the lowest beggars
Hear her song
“From the lowest gutter
Hearts flutter in time
With the beat of drums
From the frozen fjords
To burning doors that
Whisper silently in storms”
The queen of the cursed
Sits on her throne of the pits
In shadow and echoed names
Of eidolons regurgitated in flame
Under the all-seeing eye
Beneath where the hawk soars
Entombed where corpses rule
She’s said to reign in
The city of the dead
Published 21st Sep 2014
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21st Sep 2014 10:29am
This is just unbelievably awesome. Brilliant ink. The imagery is amazing. Well done
21st Sep 2014 4:59pm
25th Sep 2014 9:21am
This poem, HadesRising, luv :-* ~
This poem, this poem is incroyable! I read it earlier but didn't comment until now because of the contest and it simply didn't seem right to do so until it was over. ;-p
But now, mercy! This poem is incredible, luv! And, brilliant! :-*
I am in awe, so struck by the concept of the Queen, luv. You maestro, singing so sweetly and deadly of her... ;-*
This poem, this poem is incroyable! I read it earlier but didn't comment until now because of the contest and it simply didn't seem right to do so until it was over. ;-p
But now, mercy! This poem is incredible, luv! And, brilliant! :-*
I am in awe, so struck by the concept of the Queen, luv. You maestro, singing so sweetly and deadly of her... ;-*
26th Sep 2014 2:57am
Thank you, my dear. It warms my heart reading that and thanks for adding it to your RL
