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Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,
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
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine

Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
— tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
— dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
— For I am Winter's nocturne —
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into
The FallingThe Falling

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
Sanctum of Wine and Shadow
Upon one Night's tempest, my hunger did beckon ever darkly:
"In nomine dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi!"
And in the perfume of immortality, I bathed deep and long ....

Within the labyrinth of melancholy, I am the black flame gleaming;
befallen in the mist when closed thine eyes
Harken thee, River's blush weeping scarlet in nocturnal ballad
In orphaned prophecy, I am the lust of sacrament —
dark enchantment wanton — Hade's syrup undressing in your soul
I have crossed oceans of time, haunted by thy gaze and lips,
lost in whispers of passion dripping like song into folding horizons
Eons spent, yet thy figure dark, I crave solemn
Lumen Naturae ~ The Light of Nature and Darkness ~~In the brotherhood of darkness — the sacred
candle is a flame that cannot be seen, yet is the
most beautiful jewel of light~

Thru silvery mists I wandered, invoking spirits
Skyclad, spellbound in the poetry of the wind;
where shamans roam, lone and dreaming
— Serpents whispering in the wilderness of soul:
"seek you me... fall thee unto the light of darkness"
And I peered, lusting, deep into twilight-feasting
Forest spectres poured worlds upon my breath;
like plumes of incandescent shadows caressing

Rising in awakened visions and creation foretold
Covet I, the ether within — the primordial dark
Swirling in a fever of supernatur
THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight

So beautiful,
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole

An enigma,
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold

Silent wind,
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save

Destiny,
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly

Tragedy,
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever

— A
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flames
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
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quivered
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
My Eternal BelovedIncessant screams echo across weeping graves
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 w
Addicted to HeroinesHe was addicted to heroines:
those golden queens from screens of silver
that lined his shelves in plastic boxes
showcasing their greatest deeds;
and painted whores,
those sirens and saviors,
who stood half naked on shady streets.

They were steel wrapped in petals,
and petals draped in lace,
in their arms lay warmth,
in their hearts lay escape.

He prayed for strong women
that were not so far,
devastatingly far out of reach.
Though still small,
and grateful,
he would shun the sun
and bask in their blessed shadows.

He prayed for someone to stay
whom he could not,
would not,
use up,

not again,
not again.

He vowed not to
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"
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...
Legends of The Dark PriesthoodIn the dawn of shadow-fire,
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
Before The Stars FadeThe world has grown smaller, more insignificant
Little men run about in the darkness, screaming their inanities
Quiet listening is abandoned in favor of shouting louder
over the top of one's neighbors

Dreams once soft and sweet have become meat for them
to tear apart and grind with their teeth, demanding recognition
But no one is ever fulfilled, untiringly grasping at shadows
The world shrinks a little more, and children grow up fast

I can hear the screaming and shouting from my bed, through
closed windows, all want to make their presence known
Seeing like a cat, hearing like a bat, I feel the need to go out and
shout with them, t
Empty Nestand as your sepia-saturated voice fades into the night

you will remember all those dreams you woke from,
weeping, for the conversations you'd never
have and the people you'd never get back

you will remember the flock of birds that used to
reside in your chest, pounding against your
ribcage, crying to be free (and you will try
to remember the day their wings went silent)

as you hear the leaves hum and the sky pulse,
you will try to fall into cadence with the steady
music of nature, but instead begin to believe you're just

an outlier.

you will tell yourself, in your needly, narcissistic
way: you are a falling star, a withering cel
There's Something Wrong with Norman BatesLoving you was like seeing absent color,
the unforgiving grays of a poet's December,
waking from a nightmare to a sky devoid of
stars and the moon sunk in the ocean.

The moment I laid eyes on you was the epoch
of my detachment…the collapse of all serenity.

You told me that your parents were dead and buried-
But sometimes they called your name from the wine cellar.
I begged you to haunt me when the lights were off;
"Ghosts won't bother other ghosts." I said

You went to the other side of the room and stared
at a fly dying on the  windowsill.  When the creature finally
stopped moving, you looked at me with e
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A Night of Crows

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Soul dark her eyes bleed obsidian, like a fever of liquid-shadows,
seeking her lover damned…
And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
of necromancy and lust untamed
Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
"cast thy nightscapes unto the ache of gossamer streams"
So she closed her eyes and her demon lover hungered long..
— Forever the Crow — shimmering in her darkest dreams



— Arthur Crow © 2012
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Critique by ~Michel-le-fou Mar 31, 2013, 10:23:35 PM
Art, your opening line may be the best. Soul dark eyes bleeding obsidian. This is truly a keen image. Fever of liquid shadows. The whole poem bears the mark of an attentive writer, and a poet of unique skill. I rarely read lines like this in postmodernist literature here. You could set the example, if enough writers read this.
A myriad of talons, primeval necromancy lust untamed. Thrilling metaphors. The quotation in italics was great. You show good imagination. I hope that you will continue writing in this vein.it is outstanding style and worthy of notice. I find almost nothing to complain here.
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*imaginative-lioness Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I have featured this piece in my journal: [link] ♥
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*ArthurCrow 4 days ago  Professional Writer
Thank you so much, really appreciate it
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~Michel-le-fou Mar 31, 2013
Art, i will criticise after a moment. I liked the opening of this poem.
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~asecretoutlet Dec 23, 2012
I have a list of favorite words, and you used four of them in this. (shadow, whisper, gossamer, shimmer) and I think I'm going to add obsidian.

We have a very similar taste in words; the only difference is that you have the ability to coherently incorporate them into your writing (consciously, unconsciously, however you do it XD) I'm totes jelly. It's beautiful :)
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*ArthurCrow Dec 23, 2012  Professional Writer
How cool is it to have all those favorite words in common :) That's good to know.
Honestly with me, there are certain words I can't stay away from.. I try not to use them too much in my writing (so as not to become too repetitive), but often can't help my self lol.
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~asecretoutlet Dec 24, 2012
lol, same here. I try to stay away from abstract and gravitate towards visual (to get the abstract across... prettier :D)
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Mood: Love ~DannyMechanist Dec 20, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
one word .... awesome
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*ArthurCrow Dec 23, 2012  Professional Writer
Thanks my friend :)
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~DannyMechanist Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
the pleasure's all mine... a fine piece you've produced here
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~Aqua-Breeze Dec 4, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I knew the crows were laughing at me today!
Lol lovely as always, my dear :)
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