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The Gloaming (+poem) by WhisperingCrows

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The Gloaming

The forest beckons in cold reverie;
in the gloom he lingers…
Betwixt life and death, mine eye seeds

Black envy embraced by two sisters on a distant isle
seeking to be more beautiful than days before
They will soon adorn the dark jewels of Hades garden,
and the exodus of a timeless fable will be the lore

Their beauty flows from the harbor of an endless well
— Witches of dread ‘n passion entombed in livid fire
When hordes of dry winds resonate over icy rivers,
the song of autumn-sacrifice will envelop their desire
Unto their inner sanctum did once a Prince quest
The sojourn of a kiss befalls in meadows of despair
Streaks of blood stain creeks and mountains vast;
such is the death of a man two sisters could not share

Lost into a unyielding dreamscape of dark green
The sisters meander through ambient fields of decay
Molten shadows will haunt the nectar of their souls
until the shrine of their mortal love withers away
They are drawn evermore by the call of arcane spirits
Whispers of the forest conjure and bewail
Corroded petals rain down over their naked flesh
In lachrymose winds, two witches shall forever sail

Seething eyes peer into a jungle of ominous jade,
poised within the dark lustre of its emerald glow
— A ghost resurrected in the dragon’s breath, upon
the rim of darkness a shape shifter walks in the snow
Among candle and cypress, sleep they not
He stalks their memories and walks in their dreams
Brown leaves shimmer like a sea of rusted steel
over a forest bejeweled in poisoned streams

Within a labyrinth of fear they wait in cold silence
Dark magick weaves among chards of forest light
The pulse of the forest throbs craving their sorrow,
they flourish in a world forged by the pitch of night
Swollen in nocturnal rain, the undead lingers..
Between night and day, the gloaming bespeaks
Among fallen roses he staggers covered in dew
In solemn twilight, the fate of beauty bleeds
as the witches send out their lethal charms anew

Forever bound to a world of deadly enchantment
Silhouettes plunder echoes of love it once beheld
The forest feeds the lust of untamed vengeance;
he rises like a figure reaped from the netherworld
Bathed in a tempest of rage ‘n death — his fury
secretes out from a hollow of blackened pines
Memories of two little girls dissolve into the shadows,
the witches lay draped over a grove of crimson spines

Pages of the grimoire bind in blood and snow;
the night darkly I shall induce
Forlorn be the blood upon my lips

Arthur Crow © 2011

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dark, gothic, forest, dreams, love

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