Weave me a scream
within a dreary dream
obscene is glory
when sooty wings fan
cinereal sins split from gleams
that molest virtues clean
I am the gatekeeper
ordained wraith receiver
breath retriever all do bow now
as believers of the great deceiver
sipping beryl ichor
from skulls of
bereft talking hominids
an immortally immoral demigod
delirium drenched demagogue
reweaving Kokabel's
midnight theater
breeding a heralded
Nephilim
extracting wights
through rectums
scapegoating 19 watchers
and their followers
down the gullet of Azaziel;
this rood I bare,
my fallen brethren....
stripping the aura
of ophanims
songs of the doomed
stretched through
reveries entombed
descending in the curl
of a nascent uprising
bleeding the firmament dry
dripping Amrita tears
spectral avalanches
bury their withering selahs
ripple to silence within
Sariel's aureola.
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- Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2019 10:03
- Comment from author about the poem: "We are all broken when we take that first breath so be grateful for every broken breath because that last whole breath that hunger to hold, raises a simper of gratitude for death's wink of arrogance." Whisperingquill
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
whisperingquill,
Sei veramente un genio con le tue poesie scritte!
A super write. I especially like...
“descending in the curl
of a nascent uprising
bleeding the firmament dry
dripping Amrita tears”
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Grazie
il mio gentile amico poetico
Io non ci sono più
un genio
di quello che sei
come un altro thread
nella trapunta dell'eleganza.
Hai
la stessa atmosfera
il mio prisma mistico
Prego caro amico! 🌻
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