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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

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

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

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

Darkest Evermore my LoveUpon thirst of shadows and scarlet streams,
her wanton eyes hunger like swollen pitch
Dark magick ebbs from the wounds of dreams,
for thou art my bride — my darkest witch

~Arthur Crow © 2012

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

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...

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

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

A Siren's Call

Visions of madness shimmer in silvery skies
Horizons of passion drown in timeless beauty
There is a voice so pure that can melt a Sun,
a fragrance so luring that can reap mortal breath
Once thou hath gazed into the eyes of a Siren,
love befalls in a kiss, upon whispers of death
An endless ocean swirls, ethereal waves bewail
— the sound of her cry haunts eons of dreams
In the deepest abyss, my soul shall forever sail

For a thousand years, I drifted in her song —
lost in restless fever of wanton seas
Gently I reached towards her long silvery hair;
embroidered in tempest of Love's odyssey
Tears of sapphire jewel oceans d

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

The beautiful HauntingIn the sweetest birdsong
I hear a haunting voice
Memories of our love
That bid my heart rejoice

In floating cherry blossom
I see the beauty of thy face
Echoes of bright halcyon days
And thoughts of fond embrace

Love for just a season
Times river dried and gone
But you still live and breathe
In this heart you e'er belong

Lips that touched, our token
Like a flower pressed
Found between our pages
And living in this breast

Serene and cherished lover
I read your crafted words
Etched upon eternity
Such comfort they afford

Your eyes I see before me
They touch and warm my soul
Passions flame still burning
For you, who makes me

Grandson of MoonFearless of the darkest midnight
I stride through the shadows that find my path
Though evil haunts my every step
I will not let this dark world control me
And the moon calls me to his grandson

The shadows surrounding me
Are the authors of nightmares for many
To me, they are merely shadows
My nightmares are of things worse then the night
And the moon calls me his grandson

As I walk amongst the darkness
I look to the skies for the lustrous one
He delivers the hope I need
I am a stronger warrior for it
And the moon calls me his grandson

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by *ArthurCrow, Jun 21, 2012, 11:22:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Eyes 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 © 2012

Witching Hourby *ArthurCrow

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

This is a tribute to all my pagan brothers and sisters... and to what we did 13 days after the Full - thank you.

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~LovelyZ Dec 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Loved this!

*ArthurCrow Dec 26, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you so much

~Stefymoondust Oct 14, 2012

awesome write

*ArthurCrow Oct 26, 2012 Professional Writer

Thanks for reading

~SadisticYellowBird Aug 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The imagery displayed here is simply lovely.

*ArthurCrow Aug 31, 2012 Professional Writer

So happy you enjoyed it, thank you

~SadisticYellowBird Sep 3, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

The pleasure is mine, when it comes to a piece such as this.

~BelaRoseWolf Aug 27, 2012 Student Writer

Your imagery here, and the way you weave the words together... It's so beautiful! This poem reminds me of one of my closest friends, as she's pagan. Amazing work!

*ArthurCrow Aug 27, 2012 Professional Writer

Thank you most kindly. I'm a pagan myself, so writing
in this flavor is a lot of fun. I plan to do much more
of it in the next few weeks.

~BelaRoseWolf Aug 27, 2012 Student Writer

You're very welcome! I love this style, it feels very... Free, in a sense!

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