50 Words For Poe: Revenant
"50 Words for Poe: Revenant"
Everywhere he looks for Her his melancholic Ghost Girl
does our lachrymose ignoble Phantom in his own thunder storm
In the Wind Song he listens
Her elusive whispers hail from another dimension
echolocation through the Never Slept portals
bounce off grave plots where jumping grey golems
hide wedding rings & gold crucifixes
She exists invisible
in ultra violet blue form circumplexus
Phantom walks with the sleepless on a hot breeze
he flies to Hell e're day & night ‘tis Her he seeks
through Forest of the Dead Trees
knocking over sullen Black Monks
kissing old
Bats in their Belfries
To find Her he burns his feet on the backs of blind and soulless people
Phantom walks with Angels
feet barely touching cold snow
they sing songs of a lost King
he meets Him in the wrong row
on a Maunday Thursday
at the In-Between Show
Phantom walks with the name of Dante he swallows Holy Water
There he remotely seers Her enslavement to another’s secret slaughter
Phantom sings to Her on a slipstream
In that dead place of red eyes before glowing brimstone
in the Canto IV with Virgil, his pet crow
Nine Concentric Circles in the Hellish In-Between
past absent humans ignorant
of what’s before them what’s unseen
An army of black gargoyles
Halloween on deadly night wings
commence ripping souls
from the sleeping sleepless in their sleepless dreams
Raven Midnight Blue knows, they watch and wait for Her in the Weeping Willows
Black bleeding hearts and horny beaks do drink up their familiars
Warlocks and Witches call in their brooms and the Devil plays his billiards
He finds Her on the run
in the lifeless No-Go-Zone in a sticky web that’s spun
In the Gloaming glow worms have sucked out a black-holed Sun
there She waits at the gallows of endless execution
facing a dead-end baring the Black Cross of Blue Nun
She exists with the invisible unseen looking for a lost daughter
in the absent In-Between
Purple in the heart
Kills a tongue full of blue bruises
Another lost mind in Hell once-upon-a-time confused Her
bleeding red blood into blue bruises
Purple are the robes
She now wears to rule Her
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/Ceup8anv94A
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Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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