Gothic Poison

Gothic Poison

A Poem by Arthur Crow











 

 

GOTHIC POISON

 

 

 

Upon clandestine fires of a midnight sky

the world of forbidding awaits the dead

We chant for our blood in Winter fields

In the feasts of the burning, I will be fed

 

As carmine-lovers bewail upon dark rivers

the sojourn of thorns breathes in your soul

Covet my love in the eclipse of sangomancy

in cursed lullabies you will ache to be whole

 

Voiceless echoes rasp over stony graves,

drifting in the requiem of a dethroned sky

If you weep thy bloodlust upon my shadow,

I will drink every solemn tear that you cry

 

Silence broods in the dreary mists of forever;

in courtyards and demon portraits that seek

Within gardens covered in moss and decay,

the song of gothic poison will take the weak

 

Spirits of the dead linger in broken twilight

The winds of Samhain rush through my veins

Griffins take flight in acid-shot dreamscapes

I will take you into the realm of scarlet rains

 

Ebon roses bloom upon spires of melancholy;

the legacy of sorrow will become our haven

Stagnant clouds liquefy over cobble pathways

under a waning moon, you will see the raven

 

Within the jeweled-flames of a Dragons rage,

dark priests carry the lanterns of gothic lore

Glistening ivy hastens upon gloomy walls;

children and widows shall soon be no more

 

~In this darkness there can be no light or love

within tomorrow there is only death and spite

In the shadows of gnarled trees I wait for you

Upon a gothic dawn, blood will be my rite

 

 

Arthur Crow © 2012



© 2012 Arthur Crow



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This flys me to a place in time that I never want to leave! Very very Beautiful!! Thank you !!!!

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Arthur Crow
Arthur Crow

Styx, QLD, Australia



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Undressed deep in the cosmic tree, translucent in Reptilian architecture folding stars into dreams... Published author. I write mainly in the gothic genre, my ink is dark as night.. flowing in.. more..

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