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CREPUSCULE : FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS III
”I lay upon your banquet
Freshly nibbled
Gnawed
Devoured
Offered onto you
As if
The devil’s flower”
Who will pluck the crepuscular rose from my tomb
In the mourning light at the dead of night?
Bury me in the filthiest tattered rags
If I am to die alone with raven cries
My wish on a dying scar
Is written in my memoir
One last curse on fading breath
Condemning me to the depths
And this diary of mine
Has recorded all my crimes
From foolish love to amen
Forked tongues, vampiric pens
In the crypts shrouded with calignosity
Her cold arms embrace myself to her face
As I writhe against her stillborn beating heart
The stage of prophase begets my carcase
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting me
She plucks my heart with talons
And the call of the dragon
A sweet melody to ears
That are accustomed to fear
Dipped in the juices of love
When wooden stakes come to shove
Mortality in the heart
Death cannot keep us apart
Her dusk will eclipse my crepuscular rose
When fangs rip dead skin, the devil within
Climbs to the surface from infernal towers
I am the linchpin that slumbers wherein
The darkest of phantasms
Bred vilest of orgasms
Hell was spawned between her thighs
Screaming abominable cries
The hounds of Hell rise in flames
Summoning me from the grave
Speak no prayers, save your breath
I fly on the wings of death
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting you
The Countess carves her name
In my flesh
Branding me forever
My only wish
To become one with night
Hell is home
Depraved in graves
Buried ‘neath the bones
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting me
”I lay upon your banquet
Freshly nibbled
Gnawed
Devoured
Offered onto you
As if
The devil’s flower”
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Freshly nibbled
Gnawed
Devoured
Offered onto you
As if
The devil’s flower”
Who will pluck the crepuscular rose from my tomb
In the mourning light at the dead of night?
Bury me in the filthiest tattered rags
If I am to die alone with raven cries
My wish on a dying scar
Is written in my memoir
One last curse on fading breath
Condemning me to the depths
And this diary of mine
Has recorded all my crimes
From foolish love to amen
Forked tongues, vampiric pens
In the crypts shrouded with calignosity
Her cold arms embrace myself to her face
As I writhe against her stillborn beating heart
The stage of prophase begets my carcase
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting me
She plucks my heart with talons
And the call of the dragon
A sweet melody to ears
That are accustomed to fear
Dipped in the juices of love
When wooden stakes come to shove
Mortality in the heart
Death cannot keep us apart
Her dusk will eclipse my crepuscular rose
When fangs rip dead skin, the devil within
Climbs to the surface from infernal towers
I am the linchpin that slumbers wherein
The darkest of phantasms
Bred vilest of orgasms
Hell was spawned between her thighs
Screaming abominable cries
The hounds of Hell rise in flames
Summoning me from the grave
Speak no prayers, save your breath
I fly on the wings of death
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting you
The Countess carves her name
In my flesh
Branding me forever
My only wish
To become one with night
Hell is home
Depraved in graves
Buried ‘neath the bones
My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear
And chants witchcraft to ensnare
Her abysmal promise a song sung
Absolute death of one
Vampiric pens and forked tongues
Are haunting me
”I lay upon your banquet
Freshly nibbled
Gnawed
Devoured
Offered onto you
As if
The devil’s flower”
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 27th Jun 2017
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27th Jun 2017 4:22am
"The darkest of phantasms
Bred vilest of orgasms
Hell was spawned between her thighs
Screaming abominable cries
The hounds of Hell rise in flames
Summoning me from the grave
Speak no prayers, save your breath
I fly on the wings of death"
My Darkest Lord you are really letting your demons
run free on the page & through the screen
I can feel them caressing me with your obscenely dark ink..
love Crim
Bred vilest of orgasms
Hell was spawned between her thighs
Screaming abominable cries
The hounds of Hell rise in flames
Summoning me from the grave
Speak no prayers, save your breath
I fly on the wings of death"
My Darkest Lord you are really letting your demons
run free on the page & through the screen
I can feel them caressing me with your obscenely dark ink..
love Crim
27th Jun 2017 4:25am
The demons do seem to be of a nibbling mind. The trick to let them have enough but not too much. Much appreciated, Lady Crim.
27th Jun 2017 6:35am
"My dreadful vision spawned a nightmare
Screaming words in my ear "
This really RESONATES with the soul. The luster of your prose speaks VOLUMES to the character of the author.
Screaming words in my ear "
This really RESONATES with the soul. The luster of your prose speaks VOLUMES to the character of the author.
28th Jun 2017 3:42am
27th Jun 2017 12:32pm
I really enjoyed the flow of this Frank, top notch!!!
This was one where the You bounced the words in that perfect sense, where meter is picked up right away and keeps one intrigued.
It's playful for the tongue yet balances the importance of the emotion to the Write-Spot On!!!
This was one where the You bounced the words in that perfect sense, where meter is picked up right away and keeps one intrigued.
It's playful for the tongue yet balances the importance of the emotion to the Write-Spot On!!!
28th Jun 2017 3:43am
29th Jun 2017 2:48am
I don't completely understand the poem, but I really look forward to rereading and interpreting it. The way the words seem to flow makes this a very satisfying read,
29th Jun 2017 2:56am
Thank you, Halfmoon. The meaning is basically where my muse stems from. While not a simple answer maybe it'll feed the interest in deciphering it.
