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    Default Dark Poetry Thread.

    Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

    Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
    as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
    none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
    or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm.
    Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light
    for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight!

    Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes
    mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes,
    born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe
    from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe.
    What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear
    or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare?

    Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips
    weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips,
    save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls
    as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls.
    We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe
    enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows!

    Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee
    from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas,
    into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts
    with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts.
    Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits
    always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits!

    Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end
    for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend,
    stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth
    one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath.
    Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more
    I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door!

    Robert J. Lindley,
    Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares)
    12-18-2018


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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    Decided to create a separate thread for my dark poetry.
    Especially so for my poems based upon anything to do with Poe, the Raven, dark nightmares, horror and/or hellish creatures.--Tyr
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 12-18-2018 at 09:24 AM.
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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    Loose screw reality...I blow fear smoke rings inside darkness grief ...the killer waits patiently knife in hand...

    ​I travel by daylight of your social media acrobatics ..gossipy hens cluck at night...they are high on viciousness ....
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    `He’s a dirty ass BMXer
    From New Hampshire
    And she was a cam whore
    From Santa Barbara,
    We all knew where this
    Was gonna go

    If I die with a beautiful
    Woman massaging my body,
    I have won, and I don’t care
    What the final consensus is

    Electric heater on the ground,
    Another sip of vodka
    And a pilsner in my hand,
    It was officially December
    And nothing had changed
    Except my ever-deteriorating
    Attitude towards everything

    Another rip from that dirty bong,
    Another pledge that you’d finally
    Go to the dentist and get that
    Thing checked out

    It’s dangerous being a man
    In these times, period
    But that’s just the proverbial
    Roll of the dice, so okay,
    I’ll handle it, motherfuckers,
    When I have the time

    Mueller will become the
    Face of criminal injustice
    And the all-consuming force
    That eventually tramples
    Every innocent man down
    And every other disgusting
    Sex tourist

    I don’t like the snow
    And you don’t like
    Anything else

    Drunken musings into the
    Malfeasance of oblivion
    Say hi to Charo for me................`

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    Written by crimsin



    Author's Note
    I'm a woman of age who wants to be fierce on the page...
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    Sinister!!

    you got hard on my misery
    masturbated to my torment
    when weakness brought me to my knees
    your evil laughter gave me whiplash

    you sought to buy me for the night
    with platitudes
    like a cheap whore
    you picked up off the streets

    you raped my faith
    then forced me to wear it
    a dirty dress you ejaculated on

    my shame brought you pleasure
    you gloried in my sin
    and gorged on my guilt

    in the depths, I fell
    then rose to truly see you
    while in my mourning times
    I forgot who you really are

    with an appetite for depravity
    you feed off my plate of pain
    you're the devil

    then without even a hint of regret
    you place me in a pit of demons
    lust glowing in your eyes

    you watch on
    while I burn in it


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    THE SHARPER THE STAKE


    It’s been eons since I last tasted your lips
    The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
    From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
    You poisoned me with a love so true
    So that I may feed on the blood with you
    Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss

    From whence we kissed

    I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
    Killing confessions I scribe on the page
    Murderous intents, thunderous laments
    Whispered in the night that I can’t resist
    I’m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
    Hanging with despair and the recently dead

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain
    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake

    My ivory ghast is doomed in the fast
    Between dawn and dusk and curses long past
    But my obsession of your dominion
    Echoes across your mordant possession
    I know I am blessed for the blood ‘cross your breasts
    Was a wetwork of art from your caress

    Drag me down at dawn in your coffin, my dear
    We can taste immortality’s crimson tears
    Sanctified and crucified because of fear
    You were once the devil’s concubine
    Now thrice cursed upon a time you are mine
    Infernal incarnate chiseled on the wall of the revered

    The scarlet smear

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain

    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake

    GOD CANNOT OFFER BETTER SALVATION
    THAN YOUR BITTER SWEET DAMNATION

    So, shall we curse the day?
    Desecration of the grave
    Scream my name in godless vain
    And we’ll tap another vein

    What have I become?
    In pleasure and pain
    More tender the heart
    The sharper the stake ....



    Written by Hades






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