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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 e

Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,
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

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

Where Spirits MeetIn the luster of unseen wisdom
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
hidden senses
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 commun

GOTHIC POISONUpon clandestine fires of a midnight sky
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

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

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...

Oceans of DeliriumIn the mists of quietude,
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~
feastin

SUPERNATURALDeep unto the mist of ages, spirits jewel worlds forsaken
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

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

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

Genesis Of The Black DragonBefore tides from the tears of twisted time,
Came icy breath of a demonic dragon driven so insane,
By the evil of eternity pouring like acid into it's brain.
Naming itself the judge over justice to cleanse celestial crime,
With a corruption that scars purity with wings of pain.

Before sails spread from the shadows of space,
Came crimson eyes of a dark dragon damned to enrage,
By the ill of immortality like dust of it's age.
Heralding itself the angel over anarchy to grant grim grace,
With a loneliness that taints romance with claws of rage.

Before voices vacate from the vortex of the void,
Came black screams of a dire dragon destin

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

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

The GloamingThe forest beckons in cold reverie;
— 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
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And a myriad of talons will seed the sky — a primeval calling
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Upon her breath, I whispered softly in winged-caress:
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Silver Thorn

by *ArthurCrow, May 15, 2012, 4:18:21 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Sullen clouds of melancholy,
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

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Silver Thornby *ArthurCrow

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

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~Zireael07 Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is brilliant!

*ArthurCrow Dec 2, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you very much

=Wordeea Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

i like that one a lot. especially this stanza:

"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 "

*ArthurCrow Jun 7, 2012 Professional Writer

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