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Severed
Beneath the eclipsing moon the woods sing
A mournful song of lost love and suffering
Passion that burns in a heart as cold as ice
That has endured tragedy and sacrifice
Long are the nights alone in winter
As this immortal soul bleeds with poisoned splinters
Nightly as her shade appears in Autumn gowns
Whispering sweetly without a sound
Tormenting me with mists
That conceal a burial shroud
Those blissful days of summer deceased
Creased in photos worn and tease
Affections, infectious within
An empty soul confined to the whims of night
Reflections, corrections by hands
Stained red with blood drenched delights
God was absent the night she threw herself at the moon
Her perfection broken on the rocky shores, surely became her tomb
Marble skin cold as the touch of death
As I searched, desperately, for one final breath
Thrice cursed trickster gods
Laughing at the irony
Of an undead lord denied a living queen
She spoke to me of redemption
For one so foul such as I
But I stayed far from salvation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
Hope burned in her bosom, growing fond
Songs recited are long gone
Perfection, injections refused
By her to sustain life past the span of time
Collections, rejections of the
Trophies I sought through the night
Through the centuries I have lurked deep within the gloom
The haunting ghosts, breeding despair, sing sweetly of the mourning tunes
If only I could freeze us in time
Just so I could keep you forever as mine
Thrice cursed twilight years
Fading the starlight from eyes
That took my prize in a fit of wailing cries
I speak to you of damnation
For one so foul such as I
And in all of his creation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
She could not handle the truth
Faced with the abomination
I had become
Condemned to exist
As a creature of the night
What they say is not true
You can have dark without light
Necromantic fantasies resound
In my head, reanimate, but I am bound
Thrice cursed promises
That last kiss before she fell
Has left myself shackled, my personal hell
God, he jests me nightly, I rise to an empty bed
Her spirit lost in mass of shades singing sweetly, songs of death
I have lived long past since hope has died
I still taste the tears she cried
Temptation, stagnation defined
In eons denied of pleasure found in blood
Sensation, mutation finding
Myself becoming a fraud
She spoke to me of redemption
For one so foul such as I
But I stayed far from salvation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
Beneath the eclipsing moon the woods sing
A mournful song of lost love and suffering
Passion that burns in a heart as cold as ice
That has endured tragedy and sacrifice
Long are the nights alone in winter
As this immortal soul bleeds with poisoned splinters
Nightly as her shade appears when Autumn creeps
I will await you beyond the deep
When at last I lay down
To my eternal sleep
...eternal sleep...
A mournful song of lost love and suffering
Passion that burns in a heart as cold as ice
That has endured tragedy and sacrifice
Long are the nights alone in winter
As this immortal soul bleeds with poisoned splinters
Nightly as her shade appears in Autumn gowns
Whispering sweetly without a sound
Tormenting me with mists
That conceal a burial shroud
Those blissful days of summer deceased
Creased in photos worn and tease
Affections, infectious within
An empty soul confined to the whims of night
Reflections, corrections by hands
Stained red with blood drenched delights
God was absent the night she threw herself at the moon
Her perfection broken on the rocky shores, surely became her tomb
Marble skin cold as the touch of death
As I searched, desperately, for one final breath
Thrice cursed trickster gods
Laughing at the irony
Of an undead lord denied a living queen
She spoke to me of redemption
For one so foul such as I
But I stayed far from salvation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
Hope burned in her bosom, growing fond
Songs recited are long gone
Perfection, injections refused
By her to sustain life past the span of time
Collections, rejections of the
Trophies I sought through the night
Through the centuries I have lurked deep within the gloom
The haunting ghosts, breeding despair, sing sweetly of the mourning tunes
If only I could freeze us in time
Just so I could keep you forever as mine
Thrice cursed twilight years
Fading the starlight from eyes
That took my prize in a fit of wailing cries
I speak to you of damnation
For one so foul such as I
And in all of his creation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
She could not handle the truth
Faced with the abomination
I had become
Condemned to exist
As a creature of the night
What they say is not true
You can have dark without light
Necromantic fantasies resound
In my head, reanimate, but I am bound
Thrice cursed promises
That last kiss before she fell
Has left myself shackled, my personal hell
God, he jests me nightly, I rise to an empty bed
Her spirit lost in mass of shades singing sweetly, songs of death
I have lived long past since hope has died
I still taste the tears she cried
Temptation, stagnation defined
In eons denied of pleasure found in blood
Sensation, mutation finding
Myself becoming a fraud
She spoke to me of redemption
For one so foul such as I
But I stayed far from salvation
I remained denied
How can I believe in Heaven?
Severed, when eternity has been Hell?
Beneath the eclipsing moon the woods sing
A mournful song of lost love and suffering
Passion that burns in a heart as cold as ice
That has endured tragedy and sacrifice
Long are the nights alone in winter
As this immortal soul bleeds with poisoned splinters
Nightly as her shade appears when Autumn creeps
I will await you beyond the deep
When at last I lay down
To my eternal sleep
...eternal sleep...
Published 25th Nov 2014
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25th Nov 2014 6:37am
I must say, you are an amazing dark writer. I admire your style and words with great immensity. You are certainly right, you absolutely can have dark without light. Well done from one dark writer to another.
25th Nov 2014 6:45am
25th Nov 2014 7:07am
that some sick shit right there...
Hat off... if I owned one.
such an amazing dark piece.
Well Done!!
Darker
Hat off... if I owned one.
such an amazing dark piece.
Well Done!!
Darker
26th Nov 2014 5:47am
thank you, Darker, for stopping by. By the way, um, in your picture, you're wearing a hat... just thought I would point that out.. lol
25th Nov 2014 7:28am
I always stand attension and give you a hitlers salute on dark poetry.....The Dark Lord
Awesome
BrrrRrrrrHhhh
Awesome
BrrrRrrrrHhhh
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