rancid desire submerges.
The red moon blooms like the thorns of a rose,
black robes fold on worm-eaten soil.
The mistress of nightfall strips from her clothes,
with sins of the flesh her chastity soiled.
Juvenile hearts are growing sour,
bestial cravings at bewitching hour.
Scornful savages are robbed of their women,
to purity and preservation the mistress is the villain.
Her reluctant virgins writhe with skin exposed,
to fiends of intercourse their souls were proposed.
They scream and plead with aching sex,
begging for the outlawed sons of Hades to smother and caress.
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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...