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Mistress Called Night
Contributed by
surfwiththealien
on
Thursday, 26th June 2008 @ 06:09:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Abysmal are the depths of the night
Secrets wrapped tightly in Her cold bosom
Lay dormant, waiting for the eyes of the Chosen
To search for them, hidden from sight.
We are waiting for the coming of the light.
Faded are the colours of the night
Melancholy shades in ebony frames
Paint Her walls in Carpathian ways
The portrait wrinkles as Her shadows take flight.
We are searching for the coming of the light.
Unconscious are the senses of the night.
Mute words fall upon the lobes of deaf ears
As the numb hand claws at the blind eye's fears.
In darkness, there is no wrong or right.
We are praying for the coming of the light.
Wretched are the creatures of the night.
The forest writhes with the Banshee's wail
As Her hand sets forth the hounds of Hell
Whose mouths foam with a cannibal's delight.
We have fallen from the dawning of the light,
We are forever the cold, dark night.
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Re: Mistress Called Night
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_K on
Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 06:15:28 AM AEST (User
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Dark poetry is not a favourite of mine but somehow, I was drawn to this one.. I love how it is structured..the repetition adds to the mystery of the night...
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