Two carbon entities
exhale green miasmas
and throttle white throats
in a noose of iron.
The cored captives
diaphanous and rasping
plummet to frightful circles
where sardonic wraiths
gnarl wingèd flesh
in screeching packs
as time loops reverberate
manic and mindless.
Upon the hallowed ground past midnight sighs
'Neath trembling yews and tombstones cold and sere
Did I espy, as the tempest began to rise
A maiden clothed in spectral white appears
Her ghostly raiment danced upon the restless air
Her visage pale with sorrow finely drawn
Betwixt the graves she glided into our ghastly affair
Her presence enthralling as the coming dawn
Within her hand a missive she pressed
Gloved fingers clad in evening’s formal hue
She whispered with the wind, she, a soul distressed
“Seek thou the attic there thy fate is due”
Anon the gale did whisk her form away
(Formerly known as Mrs. Emily)
And left me alone to ponder till the day
Epilogue:
After this wraithlike wedding of our souls
I cannot abjure this vision
In my mind it rolls and rolls as it goes
Passionate about poetry
I don't choose the muse
the muse chooses me
but when I need her most
then whereabouts is she
abandoned and self-mocked
not word one could I pen
with writer's block
my fate cast to the wind
but if the wraith had knocked
as does opportunity
I couldn't tell
on the other hand
her silence rings a bell
so left to my own devices
of weft warp and weave
forged in fire ashes to ashes
dust from the stars
I perceived is what we are
and word-weary all I could conceive
An imp plied Guinness to a Banshee trick
The wraith in anger gave him chase right quick,
After her gold he did dig
The Leprechaun danced a jig
But lost her rich hoard in a Limerick.
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
I wander like a wraith through empty rooms
A phantom in both life and memory,
the ghost a long abandoned oath exhumes
I hover like a spirit over you
each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
so desperate to believe what isn't true,
I make the best of ambiguity
This specter in the mirror isn't me
These lines belong on someone elses face
Each night, while you lay breathing quietly,
it's loneliness that holds me in your place
My worth so long defined by your extremes;
extolled by love, or birched by perfidy,
I find it's just the first that haunts my dreams
each night, while you lay breathing quietly
Hearing noises from outside the house.
The wind whistling thru the trees,
As they sway in the front yard.
The weather alert screaming,
Warning us of the dangers,
Of Mother Nature being upset,
The way we treat her earth.
I hear noises against the window,
Someone trying to come in.
I hear the wind entering the bottom,
Of the wind, I see it he's sneaking in.
It's not the wind, it's something different.
He's white and entering under the window.
It grows with intensity.
Backing up the more I look,
The more he enters the house.
As he comes in the house,
Falling on the floor,
He disappears as if he was never here.
twilight whispers
on the winds
of darkness
the wraith
of my soul
listens
assonance of
this empty house
articulates
through walls
of dreams
where desires
call out to you
i can hear
your inaudible voice
answering back
see you standing
in the shadows
of time
awaiting
the hours
of destiny
to allow you
to step forward
into the depths
of my awaiting arms
for now
i rest
in fragments
of hope
and wait
for my love
unknown
to arrive
Star light why so bright?
you're not a star but a satellite
You hover around like a drone,
but not a drone who is owned
I stare up into the dark night,
my focus has shifted
somethings not right,
fuzzy haze in the twilight
A hood covers its glowing eyes
It hovers in invisible disguise
Concentrate not on the orb
surrounding it lights absorbed
Once it's seen you can't unsee
you wish it were just a dream
Transparent is its shape and form
Is it alive or never born?
Like a wraith one of the undead
watching you from overhead
Will, it benefit mankind on its way,
or unveil itself on Judgment day?
have I gone blind
to what happens
upon rewind
no
and I
have not
even lived once
like cat to pounce
have I forgotten
my true strength
is in love poems
not of the wraith
Glittering kindness to all others
Is what the world would be if it bothers
With all of us in the famous stories written
That was you’d think would make us smitten
And we have festivals professing this faith
To be channelled into peace and not wraith
So, sing your carols and your songs
It all seems like an illusion now all along.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Before the dawn whirling in a grim dream,
conception of a haunting howling scream,
through slivered moon's eclipse casting a gloom.
Beasts wandering eyes of red are agleam
shadows amble beyond a massive tomb.
A wraith in gossamer veils of blackness
walks a dark and dismal path of badness
stretching its tendrils over the ghost house
threshold of cold disembodied madness.
Piteous cries of pain attempt to rouse
the passion within the wraith coal shadow.
Peering piercing the night like an arrow,
lips curling back over its bloodstained fangs.
Encroaching blackness savoring sorrow
as demon's fade away as despair hangs
9/26/2017
life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things;
what if we die in dusts
if we travel with souls in airs
may black changes to whites?
its echoes to the reality
oh! my character, my destiny.
life is the wraith of moments, parallel of things;
tear the dead to the moment of awaken
love the sinners to the moment of broken
travel with cats, with dogs
you are in a way of two ends
the balance of living and dying is strokes.
The night it was, when I heard,
a tap, tap, tapping on my hovel's door
open to find a raven, eyes filled with darkness and spite,
when I went to turn on the light,
light, a dear friend long departed,
darkness is the only memory I have not forgotten now,
A world bathed in hideous, inviting darkness surrounds me,
any thought of freedom having long since escaped,
And that pain, that misery, I hold it dear, clutch it to my chest,
a pain filled remembrance of a raven pecking at my hand,
"Nevermore, Nevermore" the specter cried,
this spiteful wraith I had invited into my home,
to which i could return, nevermore.
She envied his strength
In a heart shredding sandstorm
He envied her pain,
A fellow chaser of dreams
Turned into a desert wraith
I am a force to be reckond with
Step in my path,
And I will destroy you.
I am not supposed to feel
Not supposed to hurt,
And not supposed to want to be in his arms.
I am the selfish witch
The non-understanding demon
The thing that disgusts.
I am the stupid little girl,
Who imagines things,
Who speaks untruths.
My whole being pay's for it,
The wraith rains down on me,
And my soul weeps for you.
I will rise above this
Cause I am not the only one
Who is wrong!
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