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SkullnXbone hand
(Introduction)
such a wing of beauty
laid in the palm of the underworld
papilio ulysses
on a skullncrossbone hand
she flew to
the hollow of its eyes
inflamed the green fibres
of a once before winter storyland
lifted its arm to release her
onto grey discourse
weeping the clouds
aggregating carnality
alkaline with kind
diffuse rains down
upon all of the damned
she raised purple and blue roses
blessed the black with true sentiment
the way that a skeleton could never understand
….he could only muster
a primaeval stem
deanimated
lifeless wiry bends
dry and withered
synchopating
symbiotic design
reaching in to her darkest recesses
reanimating ubiquitous
unanimous growth
horticultural horcrux
that swayed
dark choirs preyed
unfurling the blackest rose
jetting essence into her wings
becoming one with night and with him………
evanescantly weaved worlds of words
threaded cobwebbed tales
procreating the gothicverse
lifting the lights of the dead
and forgotten verses
(Epilogue)
then suddenly her wings turned skyward
and she was no more
and his bony fingers clutched the ash
of her once before presence
-from now empty skullncrossbone hand
such a wing of beauty
laid in the palm of the underworld
papilio ulysses
on a skullncrossbone hand
she flew to
the hollow of its eyes
inflamed the green fibres
of a once before winter storyland
lifted its arm to release her
onto grey discourse
weeping the clouds
aggregating carnality
alkaline with kind
diffuse rains down
upon all of the damned
she raised purple and blue roses
blessed the black with true sentiment
the way that a skeleton could never understand
….he could only muster
a primaeval stem
deanimated
lifeless wiry bends
dry and withered
synchopating
symbiotic design
reaching in to her darkest recesses
reanimating ubiquitous
unanimous growth
horticultural horcrux
that swayed
dark choirs preyed
unfurling the blackest rose
jetting essence into her wings
becoming one with night and with him………
evanescantly weaved worlds of words
threaded cobwebbed tales
procreating the gothicverse
lifting the lights of the dead
and forgotten verses
(Epilogue)
then suddenly her wings turned skyward
and she was no more
and his bony fingers clutched the ash
of her once before presence
-from now empty skullncrossbone hand
Published 9th Aug 2022
Author's Note
interpreting loss in a gothic-themed landscape
© CanisInk-Untis 2022
© CanisInk-Untis 2022
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11th Aug 2022 00:58am
The imagery is so beautiful, there is so much in your writing sometimes its difficult to comment. I love this mythical and gothic feel that are combined to create something amazing. I love winter so winter storyland and the underworld just really set this scene so well for me. The grey, the weeping clouds, and aggregating carnality coming together among the damned. 'she raised purple and blue roses' is just gorgeous. Blessing the black with her radiance and emotion. And those darkest recesses can be so dark but still a thing of beauty anyway. I wrote one I have not posted that this makes me think of I called Succubus. I get that feeling of both fallen angel and demon here. 'jetting essence into her wings becoming one with night and with him………' definitely gives me a Succubus feel.
evanescantly weaved worlds of words
threaded cobwebbed tales
procreating the gothicverse
lifting the lights of the dead
and forgotten verses
Love this... And how creatively you have woven this tale of loss. Like a Succubus that disappears with the day. The bony finger of death reaching out to him as she drains his essence more with each of night. And he feels the loss more every time. Of her and of himself.
evanescantly weaved worlds of words
threaded cobwebbed tales
procreating the gothicverse
lifting the lights of the dead
and forgotten verses
Love this... And how creatively you have woven this tale of loss. Like a Succubus that disappears with the day. The bony finger of death reaching out to him as she drains his essence more with each of night. And he feels the loss more every time. Of her and of himself.
11th Aug 2022 1:18pm
miss KX
am so glad you resonated with this one
its one of those special pieces i set my mind to work on recently
unearthing every gothic element i could find and cast into this darkened winter landscape
which is also my favourite time of year
I would very much like to see Succubus,
can you post it?
am so glad you resonated with this one
its one of those special pieces i set my mind to work on recently
unearthing every gothic element i could find and cast into this darkened winter landscape
which is also my favourite time of year
I would very much like to see Succubus,
can you post it?
13th Aug 2022 00:42am
Hey CI, well it turned out really awesome.
Yes I can post it for you soon I think. :)
Darkened gothic winter landscapes are perfect for me.
Yes I can post it for you soon I think. :)
Darkened gothic winter landscapes are perfect for me.
