Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seethingCome hither; drink me dark'n divineWhispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;— tongues of Crows in gothic serenadePoised 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 breastBlack-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor— For I am Winter's nocturne —a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the worldAnd so she peered into the embers of my soul —cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings flyThou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky— Arthur Crow © 2012
Sanctum of Wine and ShadowUpon 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 eyesHarken thee, River's blush weeping scarlet in nocturnal balladIn orphaned prophecy, I am the lust of sacrament —dark enchantment wanton — Hade's syrup undressing in your soulI have crossed oceans of time, haunted by thy gaze and lips,lost in whispers of passion dripping like song into folding horizonsEons spent, yet thy figure dark, I crave solemn upon Raven's callFor thou art the breath of a rose entombed in velvet-nightfall ...'Our lives are but confessions of beasts and things forsaken;— woven into a bloody tapestry of a Lover's fableMy wound is the requiem of the sky, the exodus of daylightAcross sanguine fields I hath sojourned, coveting winds sableSeek you me, for
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyEver my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & windAnd days bled into years.. the tides became desertsThru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,peering in a song deep and hallowedHorizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream— where hearts once bloomed a fabled skyLest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breathMy soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decreeWe are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling— Arthur Crow © 2013
The FallingThe FallingUpon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollowIn the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrowWhispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coalMy blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiemAnd my lips the anathema of your dying soulDark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voicesPerfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skiesAfter sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely criesO' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me notIn 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 deathIn the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breathMy thirst seeth
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredWarm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;— like a silent song of golden pollen falling intimeless reverie, seeding forests arcaneThe dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,adorning the hunger of shadows and spiritsLong I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...where unto the hallowed beckoned wildI slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,windswept in feasts of tongue & flameDreams and dreamers, in haste I did reapAnd I thrusted my sword into the skyEver night's bequest, the stars shall not dieThru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;— my soul etched into the mists of timeO'er pastel fields, untamed memories seekIn a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robesPerfumed eyes gathered like nightingalesAnd I watched upon gossamer tides —Merlin caught her gaze resting amongthe promise of stars and beloved Moon"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"whispered heShe fled upon his song & wept in quietude,tears fel
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming skyDistilled in the timbre of windswept voices,black feathers enchant earth in fevered-songMagick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,seething like a migration of hungry wolvesSilvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;watching the spirit world fold into the mistsAnd where Shadows and Witches conjure,— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayerFor eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore — a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressingPools of amaranthine spill from mine eyesHer ebon hair dripping in the evening tideI rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kissThou art my darkest Witch — the wildernessof a thousand spectre’s lusting ...And unto this primeval calling, we shall seedPoised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,I brood and ponder ...."Gallow the
I Am NosferatuAnd he rose like a dream shrouded in obsidian“Blood the sky!” – bewailed ravenous eyes ..‘Upon a world solemn; and the dead betrothedWhere lust a river dark, my ache roams wildMany moons spent wither’d in winds dreary;naked in breath of whispered-flame & wineO’ darkly I hear thee my beloved enchant,thy seraphic-tongue dripping in Night’s mistThou art the evening tide flooding my soul,— gossamer-wings of a gothic serenade ...Seek you mine lips in a song of shadowsFor in immortal sin we shall not waneUnto a sea of crimson, my love hath assail’dFrom Earth to tomb, I am death & hallowed— Arthur Crow © 2013
The Chant of GOTHIC POISONThere upon clandestine fires of a midnight sky,the world of forbidding awaits the deadAnd we chant for our blood in Winter fields..— In the feasts of the burning, I will be fedWhere solemn-lovers bewail o’er rivers dark,the wilderness of the Moon falls into silenceCovet my love in a tempest of sangromancy,for I bathe in the fever of serpents sleepingOur ancestors float upon a song of thorns,fading into a sea of amaranthine ..The ebb of magick spills from trees seethingCrimson-feather’d-demons loom & seekWithin gardens covered in moss and decay,the song of Gothic poison will tomb the weakWe rise in the requiem of a dethroned sky,— blushing in the perfume of liquid-nightBehold the immortals! Otherworld’s we flyI peered deep untamed-wounds whispering;— intoxicated horizons naked and drippingSpirits of the dead linger in broken twilightThe winds of Samhain rush thru my veins ...Wings take flight in acid-shot dreamscapesO
THE CROWGlistening feathers,Blacker than the darkest nightA specter weaving through the cloudsMajestic is his flightSo beautiful,Piercing eyes reach into my soulFrom the netherworld he will comeWhen I am no longer wholeAn enigma,Spawned from the magick of oldIn a lingering mist he waitsCast in velvet shadows so coldSilent wind,Roses fall upon my graveTalons clasp my fading spiritA fallen love will he saveDestiny,Shrieks echo across a leaden skyLife descends to the arms of deathScarlet tears begin to flyTragedy,Memories my heart cannot severBroken dreams whisper —real love is forever— Arthur Crow © 2012
Lost In The World Part 2Katrina sat on the ground for as long as she could. Rebecca was with so much childish energy that Katrina had to stand and play police woman with her. Rebecca found the attention to be fun and entertaining.An hour went by and the light butterfly had not returned. Katrina felt concerned about what it could possibly mean.Then, about 10 minutes later, the light butterfly comes flapping into the basement and started to fly around Katrina. Rebecca stopped her playing ways and looked at the butterfly in awe."The light from the world what have you found? Please speak only truth," said Katrina.In an eerier female echo voice it said, "The parents of Rebecca Cooley are located an hour north of here on foot. Follow the main road north and you will find them in a forest like setting surrounded by cement and stone heads". With that the butterfly extinguished its flames and disappeared. With that
A Painter's SunsetAcrylic sunsetsBurn a hole into the skiesTransparent colors.
Golden DeathGolden DeathWizard of brush and paintWhose skills know no restraintWhose hands dress canvas whiteInto rainbow delightBlind eyes with shades of goldDeath's glory to unfoldCapture what couldn't stayPaint me an autumn day
MissionaryWhen he first saw hershe appeared unique to all things,and the day they met, he already knew.It was during their first time,the way planets come and goas time loses count of their orbit.It never seems to end, then hegrowls low in her ear as she swoons,of how missionary will neverbe the same for him again.
NYX KOSMOKRATOR (greek/french/english)ΚοσμοκρατόρισσαΟνειρεύομαι πως βλέπω, επιτέλουςτο χιόνινα σκεπάζει την Ελλάδατα λευκά κύματα της ακτήςκεντημένα με φεγγάρικαι το γαλανόλευκο του πάγουΜε πυρσούς Αιθέραστα τρυφερά σου
The Fall of EpithilinonILet no man speak of wars whenceNo answer graced our call,Let man remember gods thenceGods, watchful of our fall;Speak in silenced sighs, men,Dead men hither sleep,No flag here flails, amen, amen!Who can ever beweepOur brethren in the deep.IIFrightened colours breached the sky,The church bells played a dirge;The bustling hills and vales so nighIn crimson rage did merge,Archers with crescents held highKeen arrows fell like sin,The portcullis in sorrow, shyInterred our fathers inThe last grave of our kin.IIIWailed the night in thunder blare;The mangonels did come,Lonely trumpets singed the airWhen Earth ravished our home;The eastern tower, wasting wearFor a trebuchet did bow,Fallen stone and ballista bareBroke its stony vow,As the beadle mopped his brow.IVMildly armoured, men at armsStormed the brazen fray,Howled the castle’s cold alarms:Ladder men up the brae!Blazed in ire the fields and farms:The winter’s yield was spent;The cleric
we found love in the mondegreensea foxconflate by starfishshimmer in soft wavesthe tender turn; toss among these thingswaving—squeezing between the mondegreen softly,as with the lilt of oceanseashell breaths creptgentle.*by thesoft dawn of dayi slipped from your armsonce hiding myself in love's cocoonas thespring always seemed to cry for uskiss us goodnight neath the starsthe swallow of wingsmade bloom.
The SilmarilsGlowing forever in the light of the treesTouched by Varda's ever-holy handAnd described as thus in the Eldar's decreesAs the only light left in the land.Bringers of harm and center of strifeBase of an Oath sworn in prideCausing brothers to take up the knifeAnd trek across Ea, far and wideReason for murder and naming of MorgothPassing hands from the light to the darkThese things holy and the wrath they wroughtThese crystals three, last lights spark.But they could not exist lest they cause slaughterSo One to the sky, that it might rise higherAnd One to the oceans, bathed forever in waterAnd One to the earth, to sink in man's fire.This beauty now gone, the Eldar now tornFaenor banished, filled forever with scornBut forever for him shall the Noldor mournTheir rightful high king, from the day he was born.
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of herstomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed asthe men passed by, eyes tightened against winter windswhile drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hiddenfrom the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breatheas the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran withprecious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russiabehind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only bytheir wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the peopleborn in a winter only world—she took a single breath and turned awayfacing a new fate, one buried in snow no different from where she came.
The Devil's SonnetBleed your heart to cast my inkThen sign upon the flesh and skinFor madness hangs upon the brinkWhere you drown in poisoned sin.And eyes I stole from lovers' sightsshall deem with only me to kiss and lieReclaim on those stolen lusty nightsWhen letters bind the name and tie.Can you catch the devil's tongue?It's twisted within your ownAnd can you claim this deed so wrongWhen all hope of redemption had flown?Think with thoughts as black as coalTo match the state of your sold soul.