Eldritch Poems - Poems about Eldritch

I walk o u t... I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer dissects my essence-fossil Passion a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction— erupts in my gut I am spewing maggot-guilt crawls through my veins I...

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We skate the frozen face of reality Above the deep dangerous dark We make our superficial marks Not too deep For fear The Dark will mark us And visit...

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In the depths of the forest I feel its eldritch heart, Deep down in the forest I feels its harm, Yet in the depths of the forest You can still feel its peace, Still feel the primordial power that sleeps Deep down within the heart of every tree, We need to make a stand as a humanity, To save and protect the eldritch wood A...

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Heartbeat ringing in my ears Wondering why I am here Eldritch quest of many years Farewell, love to you always, my dear To the alabaster summit I longingly stare Somehow certain I will find the answer there Fervent question that drives my every care New ridges on my neck and wide eyes that stare The expedition is going slowly awry Silently, yet reflected...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH The darkening skies in choir of wrath; The wind brisk banging blows; The withering of trees; The falling twirling leaves; The branches sudden irate tweak and split. Giving way to the rushing threat of death Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light? From afar High hasty orisons a gong in melancholic play Voice of mournings didn't save the day Only...

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RAVENOUS ELDRITCH WRATH The darkening skies in choir of wrath; The wind brisk banging blows; The withering of trees; The falling twirling leaves; The branches sudden irate tweak and split. Giving way to the rushing threat of death Will another candle die in it's final flicker of light? From afar High hasty orisons a gong in melancholic play Voice of mournings didn't save the day Only...

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The things that lurk I dare not lark For nothing is ever what it seems In that lonesome and eldritch dark Sounds of melancholy lark Harboring thoughts that suddenly gleam Those eerie sounds I dare not hark Kids that once laughed through out this park Now swallowed whole by nightmarish dreams In the lonesome and eldritch dark It comes to me, sudden and stark What...

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