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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
Enter Nightmare
By FD Ravenskraft
Broken in the midst of time
Welcome to the show of the invitation of rhymes
The hourglass of the sandman
Spreads across the realms of the lost and found
Drowning by the banks of the mounds
As the wicked calls of sounds
Has no bounds to coming around
He is Master of Mayhem
The narrator of the nightmare realm
He became one of him
And the other of them is the same
In the game of all thrones
He composes this song
The dark one has begun
In the stream of chaos
Smoke and mirrors emerge a reality
Of a blackness in front of thee
Madness caress
The order of the oral sexes
Abusive and reckless
As you enter Nightmare
With a glaring stare
Come on in if you dare
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
The Ghost and the Romance of
Nighthags
by FD F.D. Ravenskraft
as I sleep, I'm seeing her weep
but in an angry release choking me to my deceased
the madness of being hovering over me
I see the ghostly form warning me of my Lover's deform
As. the moon shines through the window with a soothing dark gloom. The romance of the Night-hag raping my soul.
like swimming in broiling oil
coming in the cunning of scars why I sleep to awaken
burning with scratches on my body
lusting after this succubus as she says to me,
Lover, this is not of yours,. but you belong to me
The Witch coming for you in which you impregnate her as you wish. forcefully trapped in her game of thorns
I watch her love you but don't need you
as the moon reveals, you need her
Coming out of the trap, you awaken to fight tonight. Off you.
As hell took her away. remember
the night of the hags has taken you away helplessly
as my geist soul searches for you in the furnace,
You don't belong. As I suffer with you.
under the witches' spell as we burn together
by the stones made from the sacrificial lamb
this is your forbidden oil that cleans the scars of hell from your cell
You're awakened from this dream. But helpless without your soul,
I took your romance from you.
with the solid deal with the hag
only for you in hell to belong to me
may your body rot why you sleep
I pray to your lord my soul of yours I keep
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
The Composer That Impales The World
by FD F.D. Ravenskraft
with every tune that the melodies you play
that even the strings come to a commanding state
the guitarist blends in his sins
Into the romantic begins. slowly he plays and grin.
the ladies fall down in a comatose
the lover of all lovers
undercover to watch him discover the madness of his extreme
Composing dreams, as it seems he's watched the world burns with love and hate. Everyone falls into a deep sleep never to awaken
tuning the tune of the romantic unsung gloom
that blooms the blossoms of his hands
the poetic storyteller walking in the fields unseen
but the front of a storm saw him
lusting over the calm nature of the grim,
he plays like he's making out with paradise himself
Without her to him. No one is.
he named his guitar after him
A Poem that spits the melodies
I see him sitting there on the fields of sand out of nowhere
as his last victim dies by his playing demise
a macabre that was robbed of itself
he plays on and on
the end of it all had just begun
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
The Pianist's Weep
By FD Ravenskraft
The reflection of the E minor
Constantly he plays for the grasps
As she copes forever last
Lasting in the passionate glance
He plays her final waltz
In the keys of 61 that 81 blends
The sins of the pianist's composing never ends
In the dens of her longing to wait
The burden of a unloved Symphony
As the sheep's ghostly dance
To his and her romance in the corner of the world unseen the blessings of the pianos dreams
G minor in the gossips of their love
The keys of the melodies
As he plays by the seas of trees
Where she slumbers
In The haunted yonder
That ponders in the lands of Wonder
As he plays and she watches
Composing his concerto in E minor
Where he finds her beside him
An gothika dark passionate play
The madness of his longing
No longer wanting to play. But must
To see her once more
Just for him to feel comfort and weep
Why she sleeps on his final keep
End
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
What's in the bucket
By FD Ravenskraft for the Psalms of HIMM
Hey there. Mister
What's in the bucket
I notice you carried it everywhere
Darkness has stare
Hey. Mr Scarecrow
What's you know
The bucket is full of black smoke
I notice your soul inside the darkly York
Darkness will care
Hey. Mr. Murderous
What's in the bucket
Notice your skull inside that thing
And burned ashes of thee
You see
I cremated your soul and your body as well
Now you are out
to raise hell
Can you tell
Hey Mister Baba yaga
What's in the bucket
Your body is now black mist
Counterfeit and diss
Dusk the dawn of time
This is my rhyme
Mr Scarecrow
Murderous whore
Knocking on my door
To claim your final score
Burn in hell and walk the earth evermore
Your bucket is full nothing more
End. Do not look in the bucket
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
Death Matter
By FD Ravenskraft
We all have scream lives matter
But nevermind we all have an sadder
End that end in a matter that is demise
We scream all things
But what matters is at the end is the ending
Of all things
We scream black.
We scream blue
We scream all lives matter
But death has the last say
Death matters
with no longer. no reason for you to exist
We are the shades in the midst
Tasting the ages of time
We said and dare not
The reason we fought
We can embrace
But not release on case
Death calls us all
We are the fall of all unused ushers
Of words
As of a touch it won't matter
Anymore
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
The Pale Mariachi
by FD F.D. Ravenskraft
He plays and delays
and he obeys the tunes that command
His ways. To lust only for it.
the guitars need attention
as the player mentions
that I dedicate his life to it
to only die alone in the slums of misery
without the pity of the world
my guitar is what you heard
singing with the songs of birds
I broke my mentality
in the smoke of mirrors
The Mariachi of a Pale Reflection
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Fd Ravenskaft Poem
What's in the bucket
By FD Ravenskraft for the Psalms of HIMM
Hey there. Mister
What's in the bucket
I notice you carried it everywhere
Darkness has stare
Hey. Mr Scarecrow
What's you know
The bucket is full of black smoke
I notice your soul inside the darkly York
Darkness will care
Hey. Mr. Murderous
What's in the bucket
Notice your skull inside that thing
And burned ashes of thee
You see
I cremated your soul and your body as well
Now you are out
to raise hell
Can you tell
Hey Mister Baba yaga
What's in the bucket
Your body is now black mist
Counterfeit and diss
Dusk the dawn of time
This is my rhyme
Mr Scarecrow
Murderous whore
Knocking on my door
To claim your final score
Burn in hell and walk the earth evermore
Your bucket is full nothing more
End. Do not look in the bucket
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