Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisper
among the bones..
Forsaken beneath earth and stone, I am
bejeweled in the River's dread
Trees clad in sanguine
salivate in the abyss of sorrow
The perfume of blood seduces the sky
incantations of the netherworld
Ebon ghosts shimmer in falling ash,
where love decays evermore
I undress in the lust of darkness; my soul
bequeathed to oblivion seeds the wind
with poisoned tongue flickering
Upon banks of obsidian I gaze
haunted in a tempest of necromancy
I render my ache in shadow-fire,
deep in the dark flow
Behold! The River Acheron!
In the syrup of dreams
crimson fields burn in my eye
Bleeding in the silence of dark ether,
I seek your lips..
The song of afterlife covets our love
Kisses blush upon a blade of rusted steel
Corvid screams bathe in Death's lullaby
Vistas of requiem caress our flesh,
as the River seethes deep in my veins
Unto my brethren do I bask
among black wings wicked n' dreary
Like pitch cast over hallowed waters,
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
My Eternal BelovedIncessant screams echo across weeping gravesMy Eternal Beloved2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the winds of destiny you shall hear my call
The voice of suffering will caress your spirit,
and into my darkest nightmare, you will fall
Lush is the poison that runs beneath my skin
Your death I will sow, your blood I shall reap
My dark thoughts swoon into a song of decay
In the pitch of iniquity you will gently sleep
I will awaken upon a lattice of bloody shards,
and harvest the resonance of your eternal cries
In a field of black roses you will find my soul,
together we shall walk through bleeding skies
I stand before you in the harbor of madness,
shimmering like a dry beacon of waiting death
Drink from the burning rivers of sinful torrents,
weep in the fiend lucidity of my aching breath
Our charred tears will dance in morbid splendor
Take rest in the crucified symmetry of my desire
Seething melancholy ebbs into your sullen veins,
like a host of livid thorns lavished in black fire
As my emptiness lingers in the arms of misery,
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.A Different Perspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it shy away from the pain it inflicts,
is it sickened by the sight of the blood?
Or does it long to sink deep into his chest,
down to the bone handled grip?
(You reply that it doesn't feel either way,
whether a knife wants it or not a man dies today.)
I ask you if your shoe is tired, for its growing old.
Does the pain of being crushed by your feet
take rest and resonate deep in its sole?
Or does it love the honor of being used by you,
and willing to keep making your footprints.
(You say it's meant to be stepped on, it's a shoe
it doesn't have feelings like me or you)
I ask you how your pillow feels this morning.
Is it tired because you kept it up with your nightmares,
your endless tossing and turning.
Or does it feel loved as you grip it tight
and hug it deep into the middle of the night.
(You tell me your pillow is doing okay
but it's only a pillow so it doesn't matter anyway.)
I ask you if a judge's hammer regrets what i
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)The River Acheron2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.
Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison I seek love
In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams
Under a blood-filled sky, I shall undress you
in the abyss of my dead soul
The wilderness of your lips I will ordain in
temples of melancholy as you lust and wither
Ash and sanguine bespeaks in the mists of
my sable carriage as haste I night's garnish
Surrender thee to eudemon horizons for
thou hath become the audience of
my eternal darkness
Bequeath your soul t
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
GOTHIC POISONUpon clandestine fires of a midnight skyGOTHIC POISON2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 pat
SUPERNATURALDeep unto the mist of ages, spirits jewel worlds forsakenSUPERNATURAL2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A slither of fire dawns the ethos of my dreams
for the temptress seeds wind and sea with ancient song
Emerald streams flow thru forests of exile...
Beyond the veil of time, the ravens fly dark n' long
The flesh of trees weep to rise of ebon Moon
Nocturnal rapture, seek I with whispered lust
Under wanton falls of twilight I hath bled upon magick vine
Beneath midnight tides the Fae stir,
somewhere in the other world, my flesh becomes her wine
~Arthur Crow © 2012
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
The GloamingThe forest beckons in cold reverie;The Gloaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 to an 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
Where Spirits MeetIn the luster of unseen wisdomWhere Spirits Meet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the forest soaks the years as we
fall back into arms of the Goddess,
to be forged into the breath
of a new dawn
In the forest, life beckons
unity so dreams may blossom
and unfold to an audience of mortal
hands reaching towards the sky
seeking respite from the synthetic
landscapes chastising their minds
Within an earthen sea of green
esoteric forces confiscate
human perceptions, unlocking
The voice of the primeval future
hangs in the mists, haunting reality;
seducing those who dare to listen
to the leaves curling onto branches
or the song of water flowing
in streams - a communion
in the wind
Welcome to the ancients!
and the ether of
This is where spirits meet
In the heart of the forest,
misty speckles of silvery rain
adorn the solace of darkened trees
looming silently like silhouettes
basking in the effervescence
of peripheral time
Lucid spirits - omni potent,
converge in hallowe
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;Witching Hour2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
passion of the Witch broods in forests dark'n wanton
Raven hair black as coal, bathes in winds hallowed
Arcane Moon beckons thirst of tongue
Flamed breath her blood song feasts stars & sky
Magick befalls in shadowy mists of spectral rain
Serpents rise like waves of liquid ivy,
as her soul wallows in the rapture of Winter's pain
O'er Earth and stone, ravenous streams bequest
twilight of dreams and sweet flesh
Enchanted in nocturnal fields, I lust evermore
Like velvet wine, the river ebbs and flows,
unto dark magick of her soul, shall be the lore
Arthur Crow © 2012
About ArtNobody will ever love an artworkAbout Art2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as passionately as the artist
And nobody will ever hate an artwork
as much as the artist,
cause it holds a part of himself inside
And it might be a photograph of
the beauty of his mind
but also a mirror for
the abysses of
Darkest Evermore my LoveUpon thirst of shadows and scarlet streams,Darkest Evermore my Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her wanton eyes hunger like swollen pitch
Dark magick ebbs from the wounds of dreams,
for thou art my bride my darkest witch
~Arthur Crow © 2012
Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,Oceans of Delirium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will fold the horizons
to bring you closer to my arms
Whispers of euphoria
begin to stir in oceanic rhythms
caressing the space between our lips
Each day I dream deeper
as I fall further.. into bliss;
into thoughts of you
Every kiss I blow towards you drifts
like a myriad of small ships sailing
each night under starry light towards
your lips, begging to fall deep into your
skin and drown in your body
I lay hypnotized in the tapestry
of satin winds saturated in brushed
silence of empyrean love spells,
dressed only in the light of the moon
Bathed in indigo,
unconscious in her beauty~
feasting in Love's tempest,
unfolding in a nebula of passion
Thru opal-fields I staggered in the ethos
of sunsets as your aura bequeaths my heart
in the mystique of your universe
Helplessly, I walk under your velvet
sky clad in the hunger of
Lucid in delirium
I cast my love into ethereal seas,
adrift in the nectar of your soul
where my ache bellows deep
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides —
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
Silver ThornSullen clouds of melancholy,Silver Thorn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drift across the dawn of a barren land
A small cross falls from her slender grip
its image embedded into her hand
Howling winds of cruel symphony,
seep gently into her sleeping mind
Dried tears lay draped over stone
Solemn fields of crimson she will find
Incessant dreams of hoary mists,
plague her innocence young and pure
Drops of light graze her frail skin
Undying anguish she cannot endure
From a sunken pool of mercury,
a false savior rises before her eyes
Like a shining wraith waiting in the sand,
ready to embrace her harrowing cries
On a ghostly path she stands alone
A sea of debris stretches far and long
Her will to live slowly fades away
lulled by the resonance of deaths song
Her carriage to emptiness lingers,
like a silhouette in silent wait
Whimpering in numb solitude,
drenched in the nectar of her fate
Glittering blade humming so sweetly
awaiting her beautiful screams
Motionless over a bloodied scabbard
Impaled by her darkest dreams
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
wake the night in crimsonstealth in silent darkwake the night in crimson2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
creeping catlike through the night
slivered almond eyes
remembered prey that never dies
cool the stone to tepid feet
the essence of the lie
liquid spine to guide along
silent and serene
fixed on hunger burning deep
feral as the dark
William F. DeVault
THE CROWGlistening feathers,THE CROW2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,The Intelligent Are So Sad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return,
and her friends will be there until they wont.
Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,
she puts a smile on her face.
She loves them as much as any,
even though there aren't many.
They bring out the best in her,
the happy girl,
not swamped by words.
The one who isn't drowning in formula.
Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,
she knows this now,
engraved in her
The Grave by The SycamoreOnce upon a Sunday mass, when the time for bread had passed.The Grave by The Sycamore2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I took a stroll on hollow ground, past the ancient sycamore.
While I wondered, nearly falling, quietly there came a sighing.
As of someone gently crying, crying by a grave I've seen before.
"Tis some mourner" I uttered "sighing at this grave I've seen before."
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, I can plainly recall, it was in the barren fall
when they lowered her bones beneath the hollow floor.
Desperately I wished her healed; I wished for deaths kiss to yield
for my love to emerge-emerge from this grave I've seen before.
when the earth didn't sever, I knew she was lost forevermore.
This it is and nothing more.
As I stood there reminiscing, I was almost missing-
almost missing those cries from the grave by the sycamore.
My footsteps grew quicker, as the air grew thicker
racing fleetly towards the stone upon the graveyard floor.
There lies the maiden I lovingly adore, a memory from distant yore.
My lost lover, nevermore.