Lovecraftian Romance

Still is the empty grave,
Now that I have gone.
Purest was what I gave,
To see my flesh undone.

The worms will dally long,
Eager for another love.
That is where I belong,
But I am set above.

The walls smelled of musk,
With arms of morbid lust.
Pale faces that wait for dusk
Raise prayers to gods of dust.

The coffin was full of rock,
But now it softly groans.
The tomb had no lock,
So Hell can't have my bones.

With stride drowned in unknowns,
I have left the mouldy earth.
With a voice of quaking stones,
I will seek my rebirth.

What can one know of earth,
Until eyes see the other side?
That grave yearns for my girth,
But hunger will now be my bride.

With hands now untied,
I'll correct my original sin.
Thus choosing not to abide,
I shall reknit my skin.

You'll be where I've been,
And know your own remains.
If you're lucky, you'll know when...
When you hear me moan:  "Brrraaaaiiiiinnnnnssss!"

Reviews

[Renay]

Brillant! "The worms will dally long, eager for another love" I really do like this line gives good imaginary. :)

[Raymond]

I liked it, although I might say more Poe than Lovecraft. The humorous end was "okay" but I think without it, it is a better piece.

[Magnelle Rose]

This.

Haha. This. Is morbidly sexual.

I love how you managed to take something so inherently dark and imply something sensual with it. It's like the dead baby jokes. Squicky but comical.

[Aquarian Hunger]

hahaha! I love the feel of this poem and especially the ending haha, zombies, you're funny! My only complaint is the third stanza where the rhyme scheme of the poem differs completely, but that's me being picky. I thoroughly enjoyed this!

[OT]

ah nice!! a great little hint of humour towards the end too! ha! well crafted!! nice!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

classic composition with a twist of sublime humor at the end~ well done~much enjoyed your poetic!~