Despair brews within the festering clouds,
lifting the veil of sinister shrouds.
Blood falls from the sky,
drowning the world in scarlet demise.
Never again will the sun light the skies,
leaving hopeless men to agonize.
The great flood of angelic blood is upon us,
memories of humanity crumble to dust.
Demons were born from the ocean of red,
a downpour of despair birthed by dread.
And so the world was bathed in a storm of death,
washed away by a sadness that nothing could suppress.
The scarlet waters are rising,
erasing life from the skeleton frame of history.
The drowned remains were mesmerizing,
acidic gore erupted with violent blistery.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...