Poem -

~ THE BONE CONJURERS ~

{tales from the mind of a maniac}

~ THE BONE CONJURERS ~

An early evening shadow crawls lowly sleep
Crying Latin through the air of a cold nocturne
Draws a crooked circle, a wiry whirling dervish
As he prepares the blood of black otters

To conjure an evil bloodline's romanticism...

An old woman falls down dead, gray suffocation
Near the pit where the flames of hell will cremate her
Like a lonely necromancer, wearing a dead man's topcoat
Much akin, to the old trance-like state of a rotting soldier
The Bone Conjurers jump seamlessly through nightmarish themes
And all odd anticipation, curdles, into green pathetic drips
Tapping out time on the old mausoleums of New Orleans
While plotting to prey on the sinful innocent...

But before daylight stops the Bone Conjurers devout devouring
They must first stop to growl at the gravediggers market place
For all who perform such necessary deeds as these
Are surely a shining abomination
Passed down
With a most noble,
And most elegant,
Blood lusting,
Heritage...

Tony Taylor
* Tales from the mind of a maniac

 

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Jill Tait

Yikes I am hiding in my cowl here pml blood curdling Tony 😱💙😱Voted full  ⭐️‘S

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John Astley

I hope this makes a return here in October. 
appropriately spooky my friend!
John 

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laraine tillman

/well done Tony??? Chillin and grillin and making us think outside a box.
 I love a good ghoul romp and read...and this was just  a flirty little romp
well done
Laraine

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Marion

Reads like a story Tony, it's a great read 
and I love the title...Bone Conjurers.
Deep and dark!!

'Like a lonely necromancer, wearing a dead man's top coat'

Love that line, probably cos I could apply it to myself right now!! Hugs 💕

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Shaun Cronick

Tony this just proves just how good you are for not just thinking outside the box, but for thinking outside the box making factory.
And after reading and then rereading if Poe were alive today would most certainly tip you a wink with a wry respectful smile.
For that is what I see in you after reading your beautiful bible black poem you have darkly written with not a solitary word out of place so that it topples or misfires.
A great grim read and love your line...
'Tapping out time on the old mausoleums of New Orleans'
Superb to read through-out for it pulls you in and then never lets go.
Thanks for writing something special from poetry's left field and full honours to you Tony for creatively doing so.
 

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