Yellow skull, the palest eye
Pendulous in limpid sky
Hovers, playful, in the night
Tempts the heathens' wyrd delight
Yellow skull in yellow air
Beacon to the maiden fair
Imploring on her ivory peak
For wanderers and what they seek
Yellow skull, the rotting face
Of dark decay and dreams misplaced
Awkward ever always, never
Leftovers of something clever
Yellow skull so sharp and hard
Many what your faces are
Placid paths so calmly limned
By something brightened, something dimmed
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems for Morbid Children
PoesiaThis is a collection of some of my more curious and macabre poems. Many of my poems play with words, the sounds and shapes of them. However, I often attempt to delineate emotion and sensation I cannot otherwise word, or I take inspiration from legen...
