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One Darkened Lonely Night

One Darkened Lonely Night

Eerie shadows creeping silence,
Nature senses looming violence.
Harvest hue engorged divine,
Humanity lost in rustic shine.

Beauteous moonbeams vain,
Demon morphing savors a reign.
Glorious candor from God's rule,
Relishing in agonies so cruel.

Delectable sanguine bittersweet,
Disembowelment at feral feet.
An offering to her glorious face,
Craving her remote embrace.

Bespelled by celestial blist,
Aching for a midnight tryst.
Essence reflected in his eyes,
Ravenous hunger horrors arise,

Amber oculi a bone-chilled sight.
One darkened lonely night.
Talons extend towards his love,
Alas, idolatry from up above.

Startled hush, mournful howl,
Orb deifier from Hell's bowel.
Epic distance just out of reach,
A moon ignorant of vexed beseech.

Longing tis a bane to bear
Echoes din hemic air
Unfulfilled lusts gild sublime,
InfiniteΒ cursed rifts of time.
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John Astley

Brilliant, I read this in my head with the voice of Vincent price for extra effect!

Bravo

John x

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Tony Taylor

Hey LISA!!.....I love the idea that you're conveying here..... the scenario of love as the talons begin emerging at the same time is quite compelling.......... well written as always......the darkness is definitely your domain dear poet sister!!......ALL STARS!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo ?✴❀

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