The Gloaming

The Gloaming

 

 

 

 

 

The forest beckons in cold reverie;

in the gloom he lingers…

Betwixt life and death, mine eye seeds

 

 

 

Black envy embraced by two sisters on a distant isle

seeking to be more beautiful than days before

They will soon adorn the dark jewels of Hades garden,

and the exodus of a timeless fable will be the lore

 

Their beauty flows from the harbor of an endless well

-- Witches of dread ‘n passion entombed in livid fire

When hordes of dry winds resonate over icy rivers,

the song of autumn-sacrifice will envelop their desire

Unto their inner sanctum did once a Prince quest

The sojourn of a kiss befalls in meadows of despair

Streaks of blood stain creeks and mountains vast;

such is the death of a man two sisters could not share

 

Lost into a unyielding dreamscape of dark green

The sisters meander through ambient fields of decay

Molten shadows will haunt the nectar of their souls

until the shrine of their mortal love withers away

They are drawn evermore by the call of arcane spirits

Whispers of the forest conjure and bewail

Corroded petals rain down over their naked flesh

In lachrymose winds, two witches shall forever sail

 

Seething eyes peer into a jungle of ominous jade,

poised within the dark lustre of its emerald glow

-- A ghost resurrected in the dragon’s breath, upon

the rim of darkness a shape shifter walks in the snow

Among candle and cypress, sleep they not

He stalks their memories and walks in their dreams

Brown leaves shimmer like a sea of rusted steel

over a forest bejeweled in poisoned streams

 

Within a labyrinth of fear they wait in cold silence

Dark magick weaves among chards of forest light

The pulse of the forest throbs craving their sorrow,

they flourish in a world forged by the pitch of night

Swollen in nocturnal rain, the undead lingers..

Between night and day, the gloaming bespeaks

Among fallen roses he staggers covered in dew

In solemn twilight, the fate of beauty bleeds

as the witches send out their lethal charms anew

 

Forever bound to a world of deadly enchantment

Silhouettes plunder echoes of love it once beheld

The forest feeds the lust of untamed vengeance;

he rises like a figure reaped from the netherworld

Bathed in a tempest of rage ‘n death -- his fury

secretes out from a hollow of blackened pines

Memories of two little girls dissolve into the shadows,

the witches lay draped over a grove of crimson spines

 

 

 

Pages of the grimoire bind in blood and snow;

the night darkly I shall induce

Forlorn be the blood upon my lips

 

 

 

 

Arthur Crow © 2012

Reviews

[Emma Joy]

A haunting of words, a flush of fable and more. Have read this once, need to read it again .. the flow is dark and deep but graphic, a painting veiled in ancient times and, my goodness, it's memorable. ' Among candle and cypress, sleep they not ~ He stalks their memories and walks in their dreams .. '