Death Knelt
In the cartographies merger with the soul,
where topographies bring thought converge,
a hidden rose blooms,
its petals unfolding,
like a cipher's dark emerge,
thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude,
as the benthic depths,
a chthonic whisper,
exhale the secrets unsaid by the unuttered.
Snarl-like grin washes over my visage
Caliginous catacombs hail crimson cadaverous couture,
sculpting masterpieces forge as leather faced misery emulate ghastly gargoyles of grotesquerie,
gargantuan visions of vermilion viscera,
pulsating with an otherworldly essence so eerie,
eldritch energy.
My voice assumes a tone of gravely reverence
Cacophonous canticles of carnivorous gluttony,
orchestrated by a maestra of malevolence,
gaiety ravage the realm of all reason as the abyssal abattoir vitae awakens,
its infernal fete instrumentation shrieking with an ear-shattering cacophony wailing corybantic cruelty.
I raise my hands,
as if to conduct the orchestra of the damned
Phantasmagoric psychodramas project pestilential putrescence,
enacted upon a tableau built titanic terror featuring a cast who are missing photo framed characters,
cloaked in a vaudeville of vanishing scruples,
bile vampiric virtuosi known viands,
denial blurs visions spinning vindictive vile vengeance-seeking entities,
unencumbered by the constraints of mortal morality.
My eyes blaze bolts of violet and obsidian
Heterogeneous homicides bring happenstance,
choreographed by an unseen hand,
intersect with the itinerary of an itinerant iceberg,
drifting aimlessly upon a boundless nightshade ocean of bereavement,
barren of any hope yet fervently fostering feeble flickering flame of fatal fascination.
Boom the death knell of macabre mastery
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Beatrix Macabre
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