Terrible shrieks from below,
the castle depths became lit with a sinister glow.
Crawling through the narrow stone halls,
descending the spiral staircase into the stygian abyss.
Tangled in webs like vermin in a trawl,
where the creatures of the night rest in utter bliss.
Shadows danced like shifting fog,
there he was, a corpse in a coffin.
The stench of death reeked of a mired bog,
in the blanket of slumber, the dark prince was anything but rotten.
A humble monster with a history of tragedy,
his sadness gave life to hatred, melancholy dreams plagued him like a malady.
Within the tomb of eternal hatred,
the king of darkness sleeps in a sorrow most sacred.
To foolish eyes he appeared to be dead,
a hollowed shell of a once sickening dread.
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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...