A Siren's Call
Visions of madness shimmer in silvery skies
Horizons of passion drown in timeless beauty
There is a voice so pure that can melt a Sun,
a fragrance so luring that can reap mortal breath
Once thou hath gazed into the eyes of a Siren,
love befalls in a kiss, upon whispers of death
An endless ocean swirls, ethereal waves bewail
the sound of her cry haunts eons of dreams
In the deepest abyss, my soul shall forever sail
For a thousand years, I drifted in her song
lost in restless fever of wanton seas
Gently I reached towards her long silvery hair;
embroidered in tempest of Love's odyssey
Tears of sapphire jewel oceans d
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky1 year 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
Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,Sapphire Castles1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her voice weaves thru star-systems with song
Depthless eyes fabled in mystery furnish worlds,
as conquests of time fold into silence...
She is the mystique of the cosmos 'elixir immortale,
embalming the wilderness of dreams
O'er a thousand skies captive in the fever of her ocean;
my breath anchors, where a life-time of souls drown
in brushed whispers of candle flame
Kingdoms of passion unveil in ethereal tides,
as the sun traces her finger tips over my skin
Burning in Pleiadian mythology I reach into vistas
of indigo towards the lips of a Goddess
Unto sapphire castles I s
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon9 months 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
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling1 year 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 gra
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin1 year 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
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of SoulMYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the labyrinth of darkest dreams, I am the pitch
of coldest night
In the solace of the blackest dawn I seek you
Where unblinking eyes sojourn in forests wild,
the kiss of ash and sanguine bespeaks
Whispers of a thousand skies rust and fall
The syrup of the gloaming hums thru the trees..
Obsidian mists bejewel the hunger of my soul,
like silhouettes dissolving into the poise of talons
In murk of scorched grove, Witches tears drip from
the leaves caressing the tip of my tongue
Acrid winds scented by forbidden incantations,
slither deep into the prelude of Love's sacrament
In shallow of ebon fields I bask in beauti
Lullaby!Gentle heartbeat old as timeLullaby!8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Metronome tempo close to mine.
There at night when claimed by sleep
Early morning hear its beat.
Two hearts quintessentially sing
Melody soft, substance takes wing
Crooning beautifully, no stop or start.
Syncronized rhythmn, beating hearts.
In tune with life, tender lullaby
softly sung like angel's sigh.
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla7 months 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
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;Witching Hour11 months 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
Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisperWhere the Crows Bleed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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 e
Darkest Evermore my LoveUpon thirst of shadows and scarlet streams,Darkest Evermore my Love1 year 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
Legends of The Dark PriesthoodIn the dawn of shadow-fire,Legends of The Dark Priesthood1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Raven king dreams...
Over solemn ground winds of fate begin to wail;
seduced by the nocturnal rapture of a primeval spell
Acheronian dreams draped over nocuous splendor
Living nightmares forged in prophecies of hell
Like a black tide they rose up from the netherworld;
a chilling symphony of screams shattering the skies
~ They are the Legends of the Dark Priesthood
Suspended in arrowed-twilight, their fury cries
Whispering shadows bleed upon twisted branches
A chilling fable glistening in an opus of death
Dark priests fuse night's accent with lucid odium
Ravenous apparitions seek thy last brea
Burghead BeachBurghead Beach10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am playing tag with God.
Taunting the bowl in a deadly
tango, a tango of risk and the roll of a
A dice of watery
Stepping over patient
rocks, I marvel at
mirrors to another world.
A world in which armies of
organic flame forcefully
bow to a deity that
pulls a hood of pure
navy over the skin
of its own
A leaf of blue.
Each shimmering haze of
terrifying ice and
Divers that start from the left and
work their way until
modern art is submerged by
the drifting octopus of
I see small vortexes,
where the specks have
crafted tunnels that so
Quartz and StoneAugmented flesh of quartz and stone.Quartz and Stone9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rotting slowly, by Chronos, till bone.
Grooves of time, over malachite,
mark rare beauty, each passing night.
I look away torn, and shed my tears,
as I recognize my darkest fears.
Those weathered lines on stone face fine,
are the very same, marked on mine.
Raven MoonIn the blackest sky this lonely lightRaven Moon9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Travels the world over the cover of night;
Its blanket the mist that follows its shine,
It acts as a lost wanderer's single sign.
The twinkling stars its only friends,
It is the keeper of the souls of men
Who pray to its grace and beautiful silver
Whether full or gibbous or crescent or sliver.
It is the creation the raven seeks,
Its hate in its breast and bite in its beak;
As black as midnight, it detests the moon,
For it will not be noticed again until noon
Because of the moon's demand to be noticed
Despite the fact the sun may be missed.
The raven wishes it could be as known,
Both so d
Ink GravesLetterless words and pageless books-Ink Graves9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and ink blots on the flowers;
Ghosts scratch their heads and tap their pens,
all across the hours.
Winds can howl and cease to be,
by one twitch of my pen;
I spoke of writing a poem tonight,
and by dawn I've written ten.
Emily sits aside nobody,
the Raven, above, waits;
Frost dances in a yellow wood,
among the long lost dates.
A tall, well spoken willow,
looms over the grave;
Protecting every dated word,
and every thought they gave.
I crumple another masterpiece,
with thoughts I'd thought to save;
and as it strikes the baset bottom,
it rests in its ink grave.
I Caught a Falling StarI caught a falling starI Caught a Falling Star8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And put it in my pocket
Didn't want it to fade away
I caught a falling star
And put it in my pocket
Saved it for a rainy day
On a rainy day
I took it out to play
But its light had faded away
On this loveless night
I had a star with no light
To keep my tears at bay
Like the elvesYou are fair.Like the elves9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fair like the elves from ancient times.
Before man existed. Before we
even trampled the earth with our feet.
They were there.
Living in the woods.
Beautiful beyond even our
Their eyes burning sapphires
Their smiles radiant as the sun
Their hair golden like
the drink of the gods
You are fair, as fair
as the elves.
The elves from the highlands.
Across the seas.
In their cities of the purest marble.
You are fair, as fair
as the elves..
With their laughter.
Their laughter that flows
like a roaring river.
Fair you are.
Mesmerized by your beauty I stand
My stomach clenches when I thin
Two WorldsFinding a wandering child across the streetsTwo Worlds9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Begging for mercy and asking only for peace
Bringing him home and raising it like his son
Two different worlds now brought to bond
Years passing by, the child now a young man
Now full of knowledge, yearning for such land
But alas, no such thing allowed by the parent
Two worlds collide and make things intense
Blood and canon powder are all what's around
A man yearning freedom pushed to the ground
Giving up on the son who he never could hate
Two such worlds now battered and separate
Time tells the tragic stories from dawn to dusk
The effects of such acts to the one left in dust
THE CROWGlistening feathers,THE CROW1 year 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
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn9 months 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...
My EndymionI was never a fond of love;My Endymion9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never invited it into my bed,
nor gave it my tears.
Not that it would ask.
And yet tears I do now give,
To a man who never asked nor incited such feelings.
Feelings that crowd my mind,
And weigh my chest down.
With uncontrolled emotions that spire into fires of passion.
Pretty words seeming so small to describe,
the obsolete moment of truth that banishes dreams for reality.
Oh how the light so gently touches you,
and that smile.
That gives me a smile of my own.
This is a tragedy of situation my friend.
Sorrow for joy;
my dear Endymion.
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bringDreams9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath th