Stillness Whispers All Around,
Incongruous Sound; Continue reading
Spirits of the Dead By Edgar Allan Poe I Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. II Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life […]
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Since Halloween is coming….
Weariness overcame me. Darkness spiraled up from the pit of my stomach, engulfing me, pulling me under, surrounding me. I struggled against it, trying to breath in the suffocating murk, but, like a hypnotic spell, I could not resist the tugging blackness encroaching on my thoughts. Sleep leapt upon me, like a tigress with claws bared, sinking them into my flesh, penetrating deeply, inescapable. Continue reading
Darkness Sings in the Witching hour,
As spectres writhe in Sublime Masquerade,
Witless watching goes unnoticed
While worries and doubt march in Parade; Continue reading
Echoes Mute and Transitory
Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,
Mask Interminable Silence,
As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas
Of Shrouded Memory,
In Blithe Repose;
With Ethereal Glows.
Pale Wanton Shroud,
In Darkness that Seals.
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Stillness Whispers All Around,
The Hush Speaking softly
Of Another place and Time;
Through Inharmonious Rhyme.
The Fog Enwraps From Every Side,
An Indiscernible Cry;
The Mist Breathing Blithely,
A Leviathan of Olde;
With Inescapable Cold.
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Black of Night in Beguiling Shade,
Misconstrue and Silently Enshroud,
While All the Harmony of Quietus Ensues,
Hear Unhallowed Memory Singing Loud.
Dance, Fire of Mystic Calamity,
Muting and Subduing Surreptitiously,
Intrinsic as the Ebon Hours
Flowering with Bold Duplicity.
As the Nighttide Whispers her Tranquil Tune,
Mystic Fire Ignites the Ancient Rune.
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As the Hours of the Velvet Night Fall,
Like the Delicately Singing Enigmatic Call;
Touch as light as the Transitory Pall,
Whispers Beguiling, All in All!
Compelling pull of All that Once Was,
Misleading with Mischief, just Because;
Wistfully Reminding of Inescapable Flaws,
Grasping and Reaching with Nightmarish Claws!
Shallow Remembrances in the sinking Night,
Fading Recollections of shimmering Light,
As Shadows capture the Clarity of Sight,
Diabolic Musings with detrimental Delight!
Spin Sweet Hours as they Fall,
All of All!
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