Moribund Mollycoddle

whisperingquill



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 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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  • Laura🌻

    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~

    • whisperingquill

      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

      • Laura🌻

        Prego caro amico! 🌻



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