Ember of a glowing butt in infinity
listen to the glory of this futility .
Fat molasses of vain parodies
no more tickets for paradies .
Sounds the knell
for whom this apple ?
Dark angel ringing the olifant
killer widow washing away the infant .
My lady why do you sleep so deep ?
I've lost the cherry taste of your lip.
Corpses dancing a frenzied tempo
wiener orchestra skeleton maestro .
The ink of this lethal end
is not my theatrical friend .
My coffee smells of rancid
and some déja-vu homicide .
In the devil you put too much faith
prince of flies has made a mess .
Don't make fun of the poor raptor anymore
your fate will have the same bitter flavor .
O thou great baal !
Of the end of times opens the ball !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Powerful words in a powerful poem. Some great lines as well (killer widow washing away the infant) is my favorite. Brilliant!
Thanks . a scent of Halloween ?
A sinister theme with dark humor and creepy visions. The appeal to Baal and the ominous “end of time” give your play a dramatic touch, creating a sense of theatrical descent into the underworld. I like it!
Tenebrous inspiration with a tangy touch of humor !
Great write
Thank you dear tony !
You're welcome
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