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by - Mr. Darcy Jan 23, 2019
Special events /
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.
- Mr. Darcy
by Guilty By Design
Oh wow, this is a beautiful piece. You captured the image so well in your writing. I love it
by - Mr. Darcy
thanks for reading and commenting.
Thank you. The eclipse of the moon was quite something.
Beautiful, dark and wonderful Mr D, was an amazing sight!?
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!
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
by Kitty Cat Lady
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