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- - - COLD MOON RISING - - -
She dances in the lunar glow
When the forest whispers her name
The bane of the secret show
My eyes will never, ever be the same
Winter shines at her every step
Her eyes twinkling like starlight
The night holds no terrors yet
But splendors promised by forbidden delights
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those wailing tantrums
And witchcraft beseech
In haunted mansions
The darkness, I did preach
Spellbound words thus did give her life
In the midst of winter snowfall
Blood drawn from my jagged knife
From my pale wrist into the devil's maw
Drapes made from the deepest velvet
Red as the blood of life itself
Into the night, my laments
Stirred in magic circles, I have never felt
Cold moon
Arise
In the sky
To give
And receive
Life again
Incorpereal, I long to feel
The sands of faith run through my hands
But, alas, I tried but still
Nothing at all went just like I had planned
My endeavors bound her spirit
To the woods from whence I summoned
On this cruel and frigid plane
With my vile and imprisoning sermons
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those ghostly lanterns
Do nothing but leach
Chaos and bedlam
My sweet, I do beseech
You to return
The dragons twist in mighty throes
When my failing breath surely frosts
'Neath the moon where nightshade grows
With serpentine dancing of mournful ghosts
Rejoice, we'll soon be together
In the realm beyond where shadows
When wraiths reject divine sirs
Giving audience to the beasts below
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those ghostly lanterns
Do nothing but screech
Chaos and bedlam
My sweet. I do beseech
Please, wait for me
(c) 2015 Frank Green
When the forest whispers her name
The bane of the secret show
My eyes will never, ever be the same
Winter shines at her every step
Her eyes twinkling like starlight
The night holds no terrors yet
But splendors promised by forbidden delights
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those wailing tantrums
And witchcraft beseech
In haunted mansions
The darkness, I did preach
Spellbound words thus did give her life
In the midst of winter snowfall
Blood drawn from my jagged knife
From my pale wrist into the devil's maw
Drapes made from the deepest velvet
Red as the blood of life itself
Into the night, my laments
Stirred in magic circles, I have never felt
Cold moon
Arise
In the sky
To give
And receive
Life again
Incorpereal, I long to feel
The sands of faith run through my hands
But, alas, I tried but still
Nothing at all went just like I had planned
My endeavors bound her spirit
To the woods from whence I summoned
On this cruel and frigid plane
With my vile and imprisoning sermons
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those ghostly lanterns
Do nothing but leach
Chaos and bedlam
My sweet, I do beseech
You to return
The dragons twist in mighty throes
When my failing breath surely frosts
'Neath the moon where nightshade grows
With serpentine dancing of mournful ghosts
Rejoice, we'll soon be together
In the realm beyond where shadows
When wraiths reject divine sirs
Giving audience to the beasts below
You cannot fathom
The depths of her reach
My restless phantom
Stands before the breach
Those ghostly lanterns
Do nothing but screech
Chaos and bedlam
My sweet. I do beseech
Please, wait for me
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 17th Jun 2015
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Anonymous
17th Jun 2015 00:35am
Well, what can I say, Sir Hades, but another brilliant poem. I can honestly Knight you as the Prince of Darkness ( and I don't mean Dracula;) ); one step away from becoming the "King of Darkness" - I figure another poem or two will crown you just that;). . .xoxo, Devlin;)
17th Jun 2015 00:41am
Haha. I like that, the Prince of Darkness. Thank you, your kind commentary is always welcome.
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17th Jun 2015 1:29am
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17th Jun 2015 2:01am
17th Jun 2015 2:13am
Wow this was like reading cradle of filth song, sorry if you don't like it when people compare your work with others but that's what came to my mind when I was going through this poem.
17th Jun 2015 3:12am
I consider it high praise when compared with something awesome like Cradle. They are actually one of my favorite bands. So, thank you for that.
17th Jun 2015 10:22pm
Makes the neck hairs stand on end!!!
Excellence Hades!!!
This smacks for a good Grinding type riff....in the vein of old venom or rigor mortis- dig it Much!!!
Excellence Hades!!!
This smacks for a good Grinding type riff....in the vein of old venom or rigor mortis- dig it Much!!!
18th Jun 2015 00:48am
