It beckons so sweetly from the darkest of chasms,
the seductive whispering of sadistic phantasms.
On bleak nights when the dying stir,
we find ourselves longing for the abyss.
Demented gifts woefully confer,
to fix the flaws of those that were judged amiss.
inspiring by a morbid sense of belonging.
On the coldest of winter nights,
we drink from the bloody river of black magic.
Velvet darkness encapsulates our sights,
longing to perfect our neglected havoc.
In the coddlings of light we are sardonically rejected,
in the embrace of darkness we are delightfully accepted.
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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...