A phantom in cold flesh and blood - this frail body, a stranger to my soul; thousand feet under a bottomless void, there is no remedy to make me whole.
Category: death
Trapped In A Tower | Gothic Poetry
Her sandstone walls were high and mighty. What dark spell could render a place so cold? Who brought upon the curse of eternal winter robbing the spindly trees of green, then gold?
The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
This poem is a fun experiment on one of my favorite Gothic short stories. The "Fall of the House of Usher" is a fascinating read and tells a macabre tale of Roderick and Madeline Usher, set against the backdrop of a dilapidated mansion, generational curses and an ill-fitting atmosphere. This poem has been written from… Continue reading The House of Usher | Poetry inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
The Apotheosis of War | Poetry | Spillwords
Second poem accepted at Spillwords 🙂
My Least Favorite Star
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars there thrives no tragic gloom; and then when daylight fades the night I hear chilling cries of doom.
Her Grave | Poetry
Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
Aflame | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
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