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- - - FALL OF MAN BEQUEATHED TO US - - -
In hac via, in castitate
Abducit a caelo
Lightning clashed against the sky
Concealing the dread in the guise
Of the wolf as the sheep
On a mission for meat
In the heart of dusk when daylight dies
Hallowed are the craven smiles
Pressured across the miles
In fever dreams and whimpered screams
Scarlet smeared across the tiles
The midnight maze leads to sin
Speak your desires to the djinn
A voice beyond the door
In fogs of haunted moors
The message tattooed beneath the skin
Jesus cowers
In the storms of thunder
Jesus cowers
When ravens come to murder
Fealty comes crashing down
With those late Autumn gowns
Her sighing moans and devil tones
She bobs before onyx crowns
A candle stands in the gloom
As shadows dance across the room
Lamenting rivers bled
For lovers long thought dead
Now whispering secrets to the moon
From the tundra to the sands
Then to the fall of man
The gory wars, canopic jars
Blessed be thee once thought damned
Nightshade, wormwood
Blossoms deadly, plundered
Covet, godless
In dead worlds torn asunder
Those words hath burned
In freewill bequeathed to us
From holy fathers
To scarlet daughters
Sons bound to flesh and rust
I have seen the nature of the beast
In the mirror and thy revelation
Abandon the hope there at the feast
Cast away salvation for damnation
Jesus cowers
In the storms of thunder
Jesus cowers
When ravens come to murder
Those words hath burned
In freewill bequeathed to us
From holy fathers
To scarlet daughters
Sons bound to flesh and rust
Samael, Apollyon
Cast thy blessing upon this wretch
Iblis, Abaddon
Let me into the abyss
Nightshade, wormwood
Blossoms deadly, plundered
Covet, godless
In dead worlds torn asunder
Those words hath burned
In freewill bequeathed to us
From holy fathers
To scarlet daughters
Sons bound to flesh and rust
Jesus cowers
In the storms of thunder
Jesus cowers
When ravens come to murder
Those words hath burned
In freewill bequeathed to us
From holy fathers
To scarlet daughters
Sons bound to flesh and rust
In hac via, in castitate
Abducit a caelo
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 26th Feb 2016
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I really liked this, the opening falters with some overwording an i can see some ways in helping the flow in that
the word 'the' has no place in poetry, so where possible use it sparingly
some real nice imagery...cool write
:)
the word 'the' has no place in poetry, so where possible use it sparingly
some real nice imagery...cool write
:)
27th Feb 2016 3:58am
Thank you, Freya, for your honest critique. I am always open for them. I understand your view on the word "the" but I always have a reason to write the way I do. In this instance I used it to help set the rhythm of the poem. Furthermore more, I am thrilled that you enjoyed it and I look forward to hearing more from you. Thanks again.
28th Feb 2016 5:16am
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28th Feb 2016 9:53am
Watch the critiques... The Booger Lizard is coming.. I was high strung,that day.
True art is an expression of self...no borders...no rulebook..a middle finger to the shape of things to be expected..
Hades Rising is all of these things.
Opinions are welcome.. But,consider your surroundings...you may find that you are not the center of the universe... And we don't revolve around you.I'm sorry but..your critique was like a literature student saying that Poe spoke at unnecessary lengths...when he was spitting out pure art.You gave your definition of poetry to a guy who has more poems...than priests have shiny little beads to count.
Hades Rising is all of these things.
Opinions are welcome.. But,consider your surroundings...you may find that you are not the center of the universe... And we don't revolve around you.I'm sorry but..your critique was like a literature student saying that Poe spoke at unnecessary lengths...when he was spitting out pure art.You gave your definition of poetry to a guy who has more poems...than priests have shiny little beads to count.
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27th Feb 2016 4:01am
Easy, killer, down! I appreciate your loyalty to me. You know I do. You unleashed your Dragon breath now let's let the napalm simmer.
27th Feb 2016 4:04am
I agree. We shouldn't let our poems devolve into battlegrounds. Jamers is a pretty laid back fella and I think her comment above struck a nerve.
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27th Feb 2016 4:05am
Thank you, Taryn, for that non combative comment. Lol. I really do appreciate it.
27th Feb 2016 6:02am
In fever dreams and whimpered screams...
I think that is killer shit bud.
I wasn't screamin' at the young lady..maybe just a kind reminder of manners.
-j
I think that is killer shit bud.
I wasn't screamin' at the young lady..maybe just a kind reminder of manners.
-j
27th Feb 2016 11:29am
