Simulacrum Contest - FINAL POEMS

The moment you all have been waiting...

Here are the final poems- dark and with a twist, inspired by this quote and photo.

"Behind the veil of life, beyond the look of eyes"
by Samael

http://www.flickr.com/photos/-collage-/2204538858/

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#1 Necromancy Rising

Oh love, they sealed you underground
and wailed beside me all the day;
I waited 'til the night was deep
then took your body from the grave.

Raven wings and lizard bones
swirl the pot with smoke above;
snake of darkness strikes the light
tithes are paid come back, my love.

Red of blood and brown of flesh
yielded from your corpse reposed
white and black are waging war
my soul damned, the spell's composed.

Bring me now your truth, amour,
that sparkle glowing in your soul,
drape my shroud o'er us entwined
forever we entranced are whole.

[Chant]
"Who was alone no more apart;
where once was one we now bind two;
as one heart beats two souls quicken
a share of life to each imbue."

Whoever seeks our eyes won't see,
for they conceive of lonely lives
yet two souls swirl in this clay mold,
engraved in heart our love survives.

Note:
"Not embedded in stone but engraved in our hearts
Not written in a book but alive in our souls
Behind the veil of life, beyond the look of eyes
Fragmented in light but united in us."
- Samael, Alliance

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#2 Nyctophobia

When I was a child,
a night time was something to fear at all costs.
Must've been the protruding curtain,
where the faceless man hid.
I would curl up beneath
the sanctuary of my sheets; terrified
with eyes tightly shut, almost choking
at the sadist sound of my heartbeat

deafening, suffocating
suffocating, deafening

until the fog of sleep
consumed me.

Each night has since become restless
as I laid ever so still, waiting for slumber
to overtake my mind's tormentor
and adversary.

Yesterday was wintry and dark,
darker than any other night.
I knew then, my fate was sealed:
I was to die strangled, asphyxiated in
cold blood.

Aware of the hair-raising change in the thickening air,
my eyes flicked up to their own accord,
and as I took a slow step forward
a warm gust of air hovered
at the back of my neck
like a perverted breath,
lustful and hurried.

His cold tongue
lapped wetly below
my earlobe,
as I tensed with fear,
perhaps pleasure,
though not a single moan
could escape.

Too scared to stay, too shocked to run,
I turned around to face my chilly assailant
only to have his mouth capturing mine.
Minutes to hour-- passed in a blur,
laid us, two lovers in the dark,
feeling more than sated and devoured.

"I would want nothing more than you
in all the world, my beautiful love,
you have been the first and will be
the only one to ever touch my heart."

All my fears have since been quickly dissipated,
now that darkness has become
my faithful ally.

--
"Excuse me, Miss Lynne
I must be spacing out"

I shakily replied as I hid behind my bangs.
She holds my gaze a bit longer this time,
my goddamned therapist is always
ready to meet
my eyes.

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#3 Cyclones

I think I was squinting. My vision - dizzy - (with the whiskey,)
tried to understand why night was on a merry-go-round -
or why my head whirled, with it?
There were cyclones.

- My eyelashes are too long, aren't helping.
Black angry bars - imprisoning my eyes -
The knife might cut them off, the knife -

the kitchen -
a crashing in my head
and I think 'I'll feel that in the morning.'
But now I feel like weedkiller,
or falling...
..
...
..
Shivering, cheek down on the kitchen tiles,
I wake, blinking, and stand.
Throat-burning, I scramble for water.

Things were still a haze, but I knew
it was blood I was watching drain down the sink,
and remembered it was hers.

Darkness envelopes the site.

True!

Btw, the 3 pieces are amazing.

Ooooh. No offense to the other poets, but holy crap number 3 is good.

No. 1 really stands out for me, I think its World
Class with a few punctuation corrections.
They are all very good, No. 3 reminds me of a story line out of a Stephen King book; maybe like that of "The Secret Window".

The 3 poems are amazing!

Sorry for the wait. I have results from two judges and I'm waiting on two more. I'll give the results no later than this Sunday for sure.