A Grim Caller

A Grim Caller

A Poem by Arcus

As I lay alone in my chamber,
A cold wind sweeps in through my window and falls upon me,
Giving cause to the still darkness
The silence of my solitude is broken as I hear her voice;
Lost to memory, but still so familiar

Now, standing before me, I see her
My body feels numb in her company
Her silhouette beckons for my
embrace
I am unable to avert my eyes from her form
Is this an illusion?

The trees dance uneasily this night,
As if to ward me away from this wanderer,
Standing at the horizon of my notice
I am transfixed on her shape;
A looming shroud in the pallid moonlight
A stark contrast overshadowed only by her ever-burning gaze

Deliver me from her cruel presence...

© 2014 Arcus


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I love those lines 'Now, standing before me, I see her
My body feels numb in her company
Her silhouette beckons for my
embrace
I am unable to avert my eyes from her form
Is this an illusion? '

amazing Arcus

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

DarkArtz 0703

6 Years Ago

oh my gosh I so want to see that when it's done...... if you don't mind that is?
Arcus

6 Years Ago

Of course not! It will be black metal in style. Think early Burzum, Darkthrone, and Behemoth. Really.. read more
DarkArtz 0703

6 Years Ago

and? I feel like im going to love it
The eerie feel in this --- as it unfolds for us -- the nature of its presence and the account you lay before us captures the reader...and the ending --- has a plea of surrender ---

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on August 27, 2014
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Tags: Arcus, Grim, Caller, Ghost, Poem, Poetry

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Arcus
Arcus

Springfield, MO



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