Black magic (acrostic)

by - Mr. Darcy   Jan 23, 2019


Snaking veins do clot and crawl the
upper screams of slaughtered fools.
Poison slides with flicking tongues
erupt their words with flaring guns -
run through the ghouls with sharpened tools

West winds blow on mountains high
over the towns the wolfs do cry.
Lonely are their souls this night
for death will fall from darkest heights.

Beauty bucks from all that’s dark,
languished hymns brand heavens mark.
On their hearts and in their visions
open graves of indecision…
Death will have its voice at last.

Minutes brush across the screens
onwards through the bloody leaves.
Obstructed beams become coal-black
Necromancy: breathes the red-dead back.

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- Mr. Darcy
© 2019

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  • 2 months ago

    by Guilty By Design

    Oh wow, this is a beautiful piece. You captured the image so well in your writing. I love it

    • 2 months ago

      by - Mr. Darcy

      thanks for reading and commenting.

  • 2 months ago

    by Jubes

    Beautiful imagery

    • 2 months ago

      by - Mr. Darcy

      Thank you. The eclipse of the moon was quite something.

  • 2 months ago

    by Michael

    Beautiful, dark and wonderful Mr D, was an amazing sight!?

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Mr. Darcy, a full moon brings out so much in so many of us. Make it a blood moon, just throws normalcy out the window. Well done sir!

  • 2 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wow, it shows how out of touch I am. I didn't even know it had happened. What's amazing is that from that one event you were inspired to write this spectacular piece. Its brilliant.. Milly x

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