50 Words For Poe: Baskervilles
"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)
https://youtu.be/aXA5YDpIj10
"Sweep", Blue Foundation
“Evil indeed is the man who has not one woman to mourn him.”
“There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.”
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