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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH The darkening skies in choir of wrath; The wind brisk banging blows; The withering of trees; The falling twirling leaves; The branches sudden irate tweak and split. Giving way to the rushing threat of death Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light? From afar High hasty orisons a gong in melancholic play Voice of mournings didn't save the day Only shrills that echoes in elevated ebb Sullen faces white as powdered chalk Sprung to view when moon casts its glow Bloodshot eyes a plague ready to pierce and blow Dark coloured lips close and open to rumble slow: "Sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name. sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name." Again and again they chant- As they go round and round Stopping awhile to kneel Then raise their hands up in the air. [their shadows sleek as serpentine hiss casting chills in the catacombs' wall] On the centre... A blindfolded lady in white hangs on logs of X Her tied arms spread left to right Her legs set apart but truss tight Down to where the log stands A black man half-naked in mask holds a whip Slashing it side by side in quick thunder thudding trips A quietness abounds as the chanting stops This eerie eldritch silence eating into the night She of the above allows rays to glisten: "Moon of the dark, tranced faces listen" I of the numbered, tattooed, scribed, scored Command you to stand, heathens, my horde! Silence is shattered by the cracking of his whip Lacerating white linen, now in reddened seep Cries turn to howls, the beating of this beast Joyous dancing tongue, rasping at this feast Faces now morose. Excitement high! Incite Darkened desires in crave, this mooned night Slowly he walks towards this writhing tethered Taken, she will be forsaken. Feathered! His hands against the X, his face leans Asp tasting, touching drawing red Dressage of white, now cast, her flesh Hungered, undaunted, heathens chanting "Sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name. sacred candles. sacred flames. Aid the magic I name." Now taken, clouds drift amidst cobalt blue An empty soul lies listed, under darkened hue Spores now carried, bedded, soon they'll born Every one a number, forever they'll adorn Heathens, oh! chanting ones, bow, now sworn I of the numbered, tattooed, scribed, scored Bow, chant, blindfolded, taken, your now adored. © James Fraser and Olive Eloisa Guillermo Written October 17, 2014
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