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Four-and-Twenty CultistsSing along everyone - this one's rather jolly! (the rhyming scheme at least).

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I saw angels dance with devils
under winter's crystal sky.
Old men passed between them,
crying "Dead men never die!"

Then the oceans fell before us,
as the dead began to sing.
Heavens parted wider;
winds prickled at our skin.

Now Satan awakes slowly,
like shadows on the sands.
Together we beg forgiveness,
as he lacerates our hands.

The landscape lies broken,
as stones roll through the hills.
Stars are growing brighter,
fed by blood of untold kills.

Death bends his toxic breath,
exuding nameless streams.
fabricating nightmares
and crimso

How one Dead Views the LivingMy life had always been painted in sombre greys. In death, how it blossoms!

When the rains come, the watery drops fall like tears of ink: echoing and dancing across sparkling sapphire puddles. The sun, a golden mystic orb, shedding its beauty on all it touches.
I see rustic weather-beaten cragged faces of the old, set with eyes of faded blue. I behold bright smiles and blushes upon the fat cheeks of the young. My ears prickle with the twirling thousand-noted song of birds. The beauty of all these things I never observed in life, now bursts upon my ripened senses - in death.

In a trance I view this new-found paradise. Life, I have come to

The Seraphim of Cobwebbed HallsSilently I heard her whispering,
pallid ivory lips soft lisping,
Paper drifting slowly shifting,
from the bedroom's mildewed walls.

In these halls stirs vaguest chanting,
whippoorwills their cries decanting;
psycopomps in midnight sighing,
just outside these mildewed walls.

Huddled forms sprawl stealthily creeping,
countless spiders surging sweeping,
toward the bed where she lies sleeping,
the maiden of these mildewed walls.

Trapped within that pall's mass trembling,
writhes the one I stayed here tending,
all those bleak nights never-ending,
within these wretched mildewed walls.

Blasphemous birds fall shrieking mocking,
throu

The Moon and NeptuneWith silent grace she shines aloft.
Somnolent stars suffuse face soft.
Gossamer drifts of shifting clouds
cast shadows on a pearly brow.

Waves spin tales of sailors' yarns,
hidden swathes of ancient charms.
Seabirds' cries and creaking calls,
waters whipped by singing squalls.

Neptune urged with surging shifts,
destruction of the struggling skiffs.
To straggling rocks the sinking ships,
sleeping sands each sadly slips.

RevelationsI saw Him rise and He does exist,
came and saved a sinning atheist.
Showed me light when I saw none,
paved the way for the path I'm on.

Now I know what's required of me,
the Lord has come and set me free.
With pen in hand I write this line,
and watch the stars as they realign,

Others laugh and call me names,
they'll soon perish in His flames!
None of them would take a look,
as I opened up the ancient Book!

I pray and plead to join the throng,
worshipers that know Your song!
Come take me to the distant place,
insane in the arms of mad embrace!

Oh Great Lord Cthulhu!

CorruptionSoft with crows you sumptuous walk,
stroll dark roads entombed in night.
Stolen souls somnolent ceaseless talk,
black tales wove with cunning sight.

Words crack fractured tears of frost,
bare starved branches silent sway.
Stark leaves by cruel winds tossed,
beneath the heavens clouded grey.

Blood lies crimsoned on the slate,
dead men stirred sup second life.
Servants sweep from Satan's gate,
summoned to your slaking knife.

So the four ride upon your breath
PESTILENCE WAR FAMINE DEATH

Death's Garden (A Short Story)The midday sun hung like a single flaming eye in the burning azure sky. My rough-spun robes of coarse hessian trailed lazily in the dusty sands. I had been walking for hours, and even the sap in my gnarled walking staff seemed to boil in this inhospitable terrain. I paused and sat carefully upon an ancient weather-whipped rock. Every bone in my worn-out body ached and throbbed. I reached for a battered old flask, uncorked the stopper and tipped the contents down my parched throat - nothing. It was empty. Sighing, I slowly stood upward again; sinews and joints groaning and creaking noisy protestations. Lately I was beginning to feel the weight

a drug or choosingYour oily prints upon my eyes
Blessed art thou
You bleed through the cracks in my walls
Eyes, pores in every centimeter of wallpaper
Watching me sleep, watching my night-mare
The horse running from the fire-like river
Pouring down the mountain to the plains below
Engulfing my atmosphere in golden red smoke
I am not addicted

ifif i could fall in love with you,
i'd yank the blue sky from its perch and wrap it around your
shoulders like grandma's woollen blanket;

i'd extract the spirit from
between your toes and douse your eyes in it, so maybe
then i'd understand what makes your thoughts
turn 'round;

and i'd write the words of
a love-bitten victim on the insides of your wrists, just to
make sure i won't find scratches there in the
morning.

if i could fall in love with you,
i'd glue your sentences on the walls, and tell everyone
the paint was peeling anyway; and i like falling asleep
to the scent of your ink-spelt feelings;

and i'd give away the coffe

Suspended BondsBorn on the opposite ends of the world,

We bend the laws of the universe

As we meet halfway

Through the rippling sands of time.

Drifting along dimensions

I take your words

And burn it into my palms,

As I watch you carve

mine onto your chest.

Together we cried our souls into the rivers

Then joined the wooing waves of the ocean

Before settling upon the shore,

Only to be turned into salt

by the brilliant sun.

Golden CandlesWhen the stirring of the tides echo lonely with the flow,
and winter rears his icy head and threatens coming snow,
when the very last of flowers, sadly crumple and decay,
when nights become much darker and longer than the day,
when the stars shine subtly brighter than anything I've seen,
then we'll come to realise - we were living in a dream.

firm gripYour fingers strum
the chords of my brain
a hand cupped chin
to raise me from beneath

I’d know this insulation anywhere
it feels like putting on a comfortable shirt
arms fill the sleeves
as fabric moves over skin exquisitely
for the perfect fit

I lie every time I nod my head in silence

It was anchors I needed
and fish hooks
I know the art of drowning
suspension and bleeding

The captain goes down with his ship,
but not before he sails

Now is not the time
for bravery and fear
we passed those
craggy rocks
years ago

Twisting in my skin,
pulling tight on the ropes

Head strong
into the squall
moves through and between
wriggling fingers

Still Doll
An hour is lost as eternity's near.
And so I begin, with a deafening despair,
To play with my mind, filled with poisonous air,
A game of insanity that I hold dear.

It starts with a kiss, one that's painfully sweet,
That brings to its bearer morbid desires
To stand over all and to own all the fires,
To rule in the palace where all t

cobblestones.

i pulled a napkin from the silver tin,
wiped the table clear, drops of ketchup staining the center.
i crushed the paper in my palm, felt the dampness reach the edges.

hurt cloud, she said as i let it roll across the table.

.

shooting baskets as the day ended,
the ball went over the backboard, disappeared into the dark.
she shrugged, then bent low, picked up pebbles.
aimed
and threw.

.

your poor hands, she said. you have so many scars,
and you're still so young. (she, younger than i, saying this)

she touched one hand, then after a pause she took the other
without looking at me.

some things take so much

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keep your pearl for me,
twist bellow the waters,
and fall beneath the sea.

Swirl into your palace,
salt breaks upon the walls.
Slip between the aisles,
where seaweed often forms.

There is no rainstorm,
that will wet the waves down here.
The ocean is our maelstrom;
its waters bright and clear.

Come into the throneroom,
and find your silken seat.
The drowsy turtles,
will hold our secret safe.

Build up your crystal chapel,
to tower into the skies,
up from the water's line
into the seagull's cries.

And when at last they find us,
as they are sure to do,
we'll turn to marble,
and sleep the ages through.

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Anthracis smiled, and placed the richly jewelled goblet before the abbot, who lifted it lightly between his fat fingers, turning it this way and that, displaying its decadent splendor to best effect beneath the rays of golden light that issued from the casement.

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NaPoWriMo Day 15 - Vampiric CatacombWill you drift within our dying tomb,
to find again your faith?
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a pallid wailing wraith?

Will you drip into that growing gloom,
to drink your fill of blood?
Or cut it down, your vulgar bloom,
to hold my fading bud?

Will you rot within our mourning room,
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to crawl upon your path?

NaPoWriMo Day 14 - The Crow KingCrow King, death surmounts you raven hair,
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Bring down the bridge that stabs the skies,
wherein there lies the sacred land of muted cries.
Your eyes, cold Hells that bloom and blaze,
let me slip away my days, in the court of velvet night.
Take me in your cloaks and sigh...
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on pallid and flittering wings,
I have heard the doves ever crying
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Encroaching Terror

by ~Somnolent-Droid, Aug 8, 2012, 12:45:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Traditional Fixed Forms

Huckle-hunting crack-backed worms
'neath jeering, leering tangled forms.
Branches breaking, bending, sending
shivers down my mangled spine.

Fine, everything's just fine.
Backward glancing, I see dancing
shadows, shadows that aren't mine.

Time, time ever racing, chasing,
pacing, my footsteps ever hastening;
tasting the seconds as they fade away.

Decay comes quickly, sickly;
stenches, wrenches my groaning gut.
Moaning, roaming through the leaves,
weaves the yearning, burning thing of night.

Sight, I am robbed of sight.
Blinding, something hidden binding,
twining, snaking round my aching useless eyes.

Sighs, the sighs of something very close;
those whispered, blistered wrecks of breath.
Death, the final fleck, silently shivers,
my withered slivered, writhing neck.

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I really liked this especially the fast paced ryame scheme. And its dark. I can totally relete.nice job.

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Your amazing work has been featured in Friday Night Features.

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