Eidolon Poems - Poems about Eidolon

Everything is normal so not much to sing or say. No summer thunderstorm, the snow was magical only for an hour. Old men aren’t removing women’s panties with removable dentures. A belly laugh now and then, an empty belly’s holy. With simple joy mortals may forget to fear their deaths. Simply put, we do not survive. But what an adventure! I heard an archangel cry Don’t...

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Savvy silver vanity set howls on the edge of an antique dresser; The ballerina’s festooned curls aglow in the mirror’s reflection; On the edge of an antique dresser an eidolon sits pointe shoes laced; Aglow in the mirror’s reflection, left foot lies slightly unnatural; An eidolon sits pointe shoes laced, wailing her toes swell ever larger; Left foot lies slightly unnatural, bent and broken...

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Written: October 22, 2023, ______________________________ Slight-shaped stygian sign swung in fiendish award Witchy mage threw itchy gunpowder and abhorred...

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It’s rotting flesh falling, spirit’s most appalling, with it's hot breath seething, slowly chokes my breathing....

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A cadaver’s revenge, bleeds eyes at every clench, A forever nightmare, hunting souls everywhere....

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As the dread spirit’s cowl slid back, a stench so foul it burned was released, the greeting of the deceased....

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A zombie’s sleep revives, necromance alive, in faith works alongst, though the undead are amongst....

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Please don't shed any crocodile tears But I've been dead for fifteen years Folks say zombies aren't "really" real Yet I walk and talk, and NEVER feel I wish I could give a notable excuse But it's all the fruition of self-abuse So make your life the most it can be Or wind up in the walking dead ranks ... Like me....

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Inside a grotto scooped out by a wealthy earl for his seated pleasure, There sat a bard amidst the edelweiss strung 'round the hole of leisure. Fallen droplets of acidic water pitter-pattered in echoes across the cave, Slowly weathering away its leaky limestone layers as would a mason's lathe. The bard, whose unimportant name shall be dismissed,...

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Childhood lullaby rings in his mind when he was a baby Many years had passed by, but he cannot forget the song Saying as a warning, sleep baby, sleep now or the cuco Will come to eat you. Ancient cradle song used for Puerto Ricans to sleep babies For many generations that believed the evil monster will Take...

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