Library of existance.

by mier   Oct 2, 2007


We're lost in tumult of mixed beliefs by,
fairytales and urban legendes unfold.
Despite every denial and every lie,
we will meet them at the end of the world.

Gypsy witches withered in the cursed flame,
surrendering into mortal accusal.
Werewolves watch the full moon with perfect aim,
hiding in the mists as a deviant mammal.

Vampires dwell the twilight with fanged teeth,
feeding the bane of their immortal plague.
Mermaids watching the world ocean-eyed with,
a beautiful curse rested in their ache.

Dark elves danced on the pale pixie dust,
in the forest of sweetened greenery.
Zombies of tortured souls resurrected,
assembled in cremated sorcery.

Separating our vestal sanctuary,
from an underworld of denied presence.
Portrayed as an infernal augury,
in a vast library of existance.

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Wow... Another one superb dark piece from you. You truly have a way with words, and a lot of talent.
    I like the whole idea for this poem, it is very original and refreshing. I never read something like this.
    The imagery is fantastic and vivid in every part of the poem.
    Whole message of this piece is great.
    Keep up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    This is so deep poem, it has outstanding atmosphere. You mixed excellent imagery with greatly described emotions, topic is also excellent, very meaningful. I like your word choice, it is absolutely great. Well done!

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