Like lambs to the slaughter the maidens gather,
stricken by nobles withered and tattered.
Peacekeepers of Hell storm the sleet-stained town,
where unholy pleasures bloom abound.
Stolen by night without a sound,
what would come next was bound to astound.
They stormed through the forest in a carriage of black,
toned by the despair of fragile lilac.
Led by the allure of a witchcraft promise,
the incense of purity wickedly demolished.
A house of horrors where wombs were torn from strife,
bleeding dry the fruitless elixir of eternal life.
Splayed virgins forced into submission,
painting the castle a ruby emission.
What awaited them was the purest form of tragedy,
confined to a prison of sadistic agony.
Coming undone by a devil's creed,
forced into worship of the vermillion queen.
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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...