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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
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
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
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
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
A Night of CrowsSoul 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
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
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)

It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet  
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.

Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison — I seek love

In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
— where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams

Dearest love,
Un
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
Tides of Earth and Sky
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
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;
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

Arthur Crow
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
MYTHODEA ~ Dark Night of Soul
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
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...
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Mystique of LoveWithin a myriad of jeweled-talons, all has been foretold..
— this is the odyssey!

In the depths of indigo, ancients forage the silence of stars
Eons spent, mythical shores soak the wine of Legends
~We slept in the embers of creation, among fire & ice,
reborn in the dew of hallowed fields
Streams of silver sparkle like a web cast in a forest of green
Naked whispers linger in soft mists thru realms of Fae, as
moonlight aches in the paint of our dreams....
Unto the beauty of an Elf, I have been slain — embroidered
in Passion's immortal feast
Emerald Kingdoms flourished in lucid waves of ambrosia
& the syrup of our kiss bec
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
Silver ThornSullen 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 debri
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
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
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

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THE CROW

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Glistening 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



— Arthur Crow © 2012
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One of the first poems I ever wrote, many Moons ago...



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~SodomizedCupcakes Jan 25, 2013
This is a pretty cool poem, magical with some awesome visuals. However, I do think that in certain parts, the rhyme feels too forced and breaks the rhythm. While the rhyming was kept up well throughout the whole thing, there's a few stanzas which loose specific ideas and end up just becoming random descriptions with no real direction. Other than that, I really enjoyed this. :)
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*ArthurCrow Jan 27, 2013  Professional Writer
It was my first attempt at poetry, there's bound to be flaws. Thank you for reading.
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~SodomizedCupcakes Jan 27, 2013
Oh well then, sorry. It was Amazing! I loved it so much! =D
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*ArthurCrow Jan 27, 2013  Professional Writer
LOL
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Mood: Joy ~roadkillKitten Dec 28, 2012
It's very well done, my friend. I love the imagery of the crow and death, rebirth, and the soul's flight into the otherworlds. Your imagery paints this well, and the word choice moves the reader along smoothly.
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*ArthurCrow Jan 27, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you so much :)
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~roadkillKitten Jan 30, 2013
Of course, my pleasure.
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*ciscobuddy Dec 27, 2012
Quite nice.
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Mood: Love ~DannyMechanist Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
arthur arthur arthur .... when are you going to cease to amaze me....
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~infinitexxx Dec 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
the two lines were perfection. and i really just like the way this poem flows.
fantastic work
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