Grimoire Poems - Poems about Grimoire

...Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic.......

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...Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity......

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...A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats ......

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... “cat o' 9 tales” Like a cat has 9 lives every witch in every Lilith lives to write another day woe bedtide the poor oaf who gets in Her way like Heathcliffe he’ll b......

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...Reality set in, I was with the 8th wonder; days are limited of happiness I confronted something inside; backed to a corner; which was sadness Have no room for it; but no control; when it co......

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...Teach me, my love, how each moment with you is an entire universe, Where you are the star, you are the sky, you are the blaze that never tires of rising; You are the clear fountain, the inexhaustib......

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...In the twilight of my melancholy existence, love savors its bravery, like a vulture allergic to the suspicious aspects of ephemeral glamour, in a final macabre choreography. On the edge of the prec......

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...Spider webs woven into that guitar, soft music will echo and hang around; The audience an unsuspecting fly tries to wiggle held tight by a grimoire; Souls become lost and can never be found; It......

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... the rapture Each story fell to the ground feathers were collected in the die-off different colours prismed in the silver dust of moon eclipsing sun the in-between time where......

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... "The Call of the Grimoire" when Exalibur was retrieved from the rock, then foolishly and irretrievably lost in that dreadful battle most worthless ......

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... "The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist" The Sleeper shone as she walked through the Woods shining alive like nothing natural could caught in the moonlight una......

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...she draws memories in melodies with her eyes. she deceives the moon with the stars, backspace, and the sun back spaces to lengthen her daylights of joy and shorten her nights of sadness. the d......

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...Torn, tattered, tainted, my Book of Shadows Travels with me, from cities to meadows Drawings included; demons and rainbows Spells introduced, between haystacks and cornrows Too freque......

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...What a work is man between his heart and hand gives birth to creations art imagery cast around like pages torn from young gods grimoire Drifting across unknown sands Distant forgotten space......

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...Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Three Part of a grander play. A house in conflict. We are mere players on this vast infinite stage. Nothing is accomplished Nothing is compromise......

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