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"50 Words for Poe: Baskervilles"
 

 
Baskervilles 
was loping over graves 
digging dirt for bones 
sniffing evidence of dead souls
counting tomes 
it flayed time & bled the gut 
of it’s own black soul
ate it inside out
howling, 
in fast pursuit,
the dog was a Dam b****

She’d been set out on the fells
to finally kill the soul of a dead poet 
burnt as a witch

Sad Hound of Hell
she was lost counting bones 
of the long lost dead instead
Cursed by a lover 
who on her tears
he languorously & licentiously fed 
“Love me”, she said
“Love me”, she begged
“End it, I will,” replied eyes burning coals red
Sad Hound of Hell
Never fed 
No ‘Sleep of the Loved’
to close her eyes 
to sleep in warm bed
a loving master's hand on her head

Instead,

She’d been set out on the fells
to finally kill the soul of a dead poet 
burnt as a witch

a paltry existence 
when there were rare jewels 
caskets of unplundered
stories of her own 
caged in her head

The Baskerville howled!
Her ghostly death pang echoed
over night blanketed Hollow Hills -
in her great paws a Cobalt Blue quill 
of "Freedom" the quill sang -
the stench of her fetid breath 
from her great jowls
drooled envy as she stalked fast
past the fresh midnight blooms 
their faces raised to La Luna 
wilted as if acid singed,
the weeping willows sighed & they crooned
Baskervilles' eyes burned holes in the sky 
then lowered to the dark nothing 
of Endlessness all around

- SILENCE -

not an owl hooted
not one creature of Lost Lovers Woods 
dare to make sound

She’d been set out on the fells
to finally kill the soul of a dead poet 
burnt as a witch

A small sacrifice the killing of this soul -
for once she had done this for him
the curse would be lifted
her true love would be found
she would be whole
no more fleas and hunger 
no longer a hound
grovelling for crumbs in the dirt
ne'er longer unseen, unheard, nor unfound

Her love would be returned
tenfold with all manner of 
come kingdom delights for
killing of this soul
she would gladly kiss Death 
to live forever as 
daemon woman
with her familiar Incubus,
to lay down with Love for once
her very own soul she would sell
to lay down with Hell
become his Darling Forever 
His Sorceress
His Sweet Succubus

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



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