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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Peering through a starless veil, A pallid eye—above the din Spies furious shapes of tooth and nail, Neath creaking giants with cracking limbs A ghastly fiend with nary an eye, Gaping maw and slithering tongue Stretches taut a leathery hide, To beat upon a tethered drum Motley creatures with vicious bite, Crooked spine and bony spurs Caper 'round a flickering light, In mottled skins and ragged furs A supine figure amid the row, Kissed by visage in shrouded garb— One hand reassures a trembling brow, The other, holds firm an ornate barb An incantation from a gnarled crone, Her fingers outstretched—snatch the moon Thrusted steel through breast and bone, Herald forth an inexorable doom The suffering flesh—a siren song, To The Horror lurking yon The Pine Spawned in The Void of the Cosmic Throng, Of shape and form that breaks the mind ———————— Piercing through the flickering veil, A carnal gaze that churns within Eyes curious shapes that bow and wail, Repays in kind with a charnel wind An eldritch tongue—like scoured sword, Smites the menagerie on its knees Withers the vine and sours the gourd, Parts bird and bark from the trees Sinewy beings with leathery wings, Borne from the flame—flit to-and-fro Pluck lifeless things like violin strings, To marionette a puppet show Neath weeping giants with blackened limb, Infernal corpses, made to parade The crone crows a hymn through hideous grin, Sour on the wind, a sweet serenade ———————— In the cold, cruel dark—an icy refrain, The soft, pallid glow—now scarlet red The crone props her bones upon crooked cane, And ventures forth with her army of the dead
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