Scalar’s Heart
Aphotic shroud of nettled hidden emotion;
Gathering before the eve of hallows moon;
Cinder’s wind spurs into the cinereal souls;
Threshing to barter the timorous loon…
Harvest willows cast root to soils of sin;
Bound by the curse of tellurian clay;
Spreading thistles weeping hording timber;
To build gallows trestle upon judgments day…
Offering the secrets of the runnels trespass;
A pouring of goads opened herculean gates;
Evading the bistered traps of waters depths;
They chanted sacrilege from their salacious sates…
Bound to tumultuous cliffs of vitriolic destitution;
They sordidly gathered upon the harvesting orbs;
Piercing ingrate into the scalar’s heart of destruction;
Aphotic shrouds unveil the darkened emotions it absorbs…
(Written: October 7th, 2009 1:08 p/m)
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:
Dark Poetry October 2009
In Anguish, In Vengeance, In Menace, In Discordance of Lust…
Or was that supposed to be Love?
Copyright© 2009 Dark Romantic Poetess Victoria L. McColley
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptation
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Always,
Deborah
Sheila
Be always safe,
Karen
so vivid within doom of it's gloom,
Da Vinci's code I must assume:)
Rembrandt, Picasso and Van Gogh,
travel in this place that you know.
But your beautiful art has stolen the show.
My hats off to you Victoria!
Spreading thistles weeping hording timber;
To build gallows trestle upon judgments day…
such dark thoughts creating a sombre mood to chill the soul,
and freeze the bones.
i need some hot choclate now.
hugs
fee
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Now...how darker can you get?
Georg