ALL FOR YOU : BENEATH THE DEAD

ALL FOR YOU : BENEATH THE DEAD

A Poem by HadesRising
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can feel you Beyond the gallery Where you rest Nocturnally

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I can feel you
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Nocturnally

The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts

I sought your doom beneath haunted moons
Harvesting the boon of the devil’s renown
For I have cursed scriptured righteous verse
Succumb and perverse, in deathcraft well endowed

All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder

Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead

Sons fail to shine so holy divine
And eclipse the time shimmering so grim
Without you here, I’m Faithless I fear
Becoming quite clear behind theater scrims

The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows

All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder

Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead

A love song penned with inky darkness
Composed of demons steeped in blackness
In the madness wrought before the dawn
I can hear your voice upon the storm
When the sirens succumb to harlots
Awash in those rivers stained scarlet
Your tomb, adorned, nightly with roses
That woe the sun and decomposes

”Come, come, come
to me, my darkest knight
‘o morning scars
and mourning stars
Burn, burn, burn
for me, my purest night
lovers mimic
our passion
demonic”

The crow song recites my poetry
That’s infantile in its foetry
In the turmoil wrought before the throne
Shattered with the celestial bones
I’ve felt the furies’ storms washed ashore
A repast, at last, that I abhor
Jugular knives are piercing the meat
Lo, hear my scorn cold upon the deep

Lovely malice on the silent winter snow
Your blessing shines brightly here below
When prayers are fraught upon battlefronts
We all know Paris wept for Helen’s c**t

Replicated by your suffering

All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder

Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead

The touch of love is like a midsummer dying widow
Embracing dusk, so surely, within frigid shadows

All for you
I wear this crown of horns
All for you
Bear the bouquet of thorns
All for you
With ravens and murder
All for you
The Devil and Thunder

Where tears were bled
Beneath the dead

I can feel you
Beyond the gallery
Where you rest
Infernally

The touch of death is like a midnightmare lover’s caress
When winter’s frost rests, lightly, upon your frigid breasts.

© 2019 HadesRising


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Your so very dark and wicked lol

Posted 1 Month Ago


Your words are like the dark night winds writing my soul in midnight ink
eternal energy electrifies the core of my passion
darkness becomes you.. I think ..this is so very well penned ..deliciously dark..

Posted 1 Month Ago


HadesRising

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much, much appreciated.
  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

Welcome...thought I would write some poetic comments..
An epic of darkness here. Very descriptive with plenty of references to things of the night. The repetition stanzas work well. Plenty of scary imagery to keep the reader hooked. You do this genre so well HadesRising.

Chris


Posted 1 Month Ago


HadesRising

1 Month Ago

Thank you Chris, my mind is a very dark place.

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HadesRising
HadesRising

London, United Kingdom



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