Best Stygian Poems

The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of...

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In Hades flows a Stygian river 
of sorrows—a river of great despair!
It's a spiritual death that we all share
that napalms our lives and rots our liver.
Beware! Its undercurrent of dire doom
drowns us with heartless joy—it does not care,
and burdens us with more than we can...

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At stygian night 
The subtle and cold breeze blows 
As a rustle sound















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mordant clouds swiftly ripple, moving across a stygian sky


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A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting 

of carrot-mauve hues 
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees 

whose arms 
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts

to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon 
which this 

cantaloupe tint 
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes 
of Mother...

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He is coming
for me
the stygian rider
on his

hellish steed

whose nostrils
spit fire
he is coming
he is coming
for me.

Entrenched and
fortified
my heart trembles
seems resigned
to this reality
this inevitability
this clash of
overlords divided
mind and heart
contentious
and combative.

All
for sacred sanctity
questionable ties
their truth their way
an epic struggle
two worlds colliding
battling and
warring over their
precious notions
quintessential hostilities.

The earth rumbles
mud...

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The world is a very strange and dark place,
But my mind is even darker.
Never underestimate the power of a dark mind,
This dark world is not all what it's cracked up to be.
And I for sure know my mind isn't peaches and cream,
I've walked thru the...

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The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down

Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped

Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct

I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear

In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
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