Kevin Patrick

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7th Gate Of Nevermore - Poem by Kevin Patrick

Dressed in sweat, I staggered forth
in the house that dripped with madness Hurtling down dark corridors layered in soot and rubble remnants
walls were gaunt and splintered Revealing an emaciated ruin and empty bedrooms stank with taboo Pissing atmospheric urine And here I was inspecting, summoned vie in medias res Slowly growing self-aware of some Metaphysical duress


I was somewhere there in noonday in the heartland of Arkansas Stranded with scandalous secrets
thought long buried in this farmhouse Yet every room bled with torture
as if it echoed a dungeon chamber And the rites of the macabre flew in an effluvia vision Vapour Revealing pagan revelries from over twenty centuries Performing sacred Rites for the old once they appease;

Their gods and their daemons In their most sacred nether realms Were all confide into one sphere Both a heaven and a Hell
Into the world. of nevermore


Words embalmed the shattered walls
Glowing with necromantic sway And as I peered through window boards
The creatures stalked the tall cornfields and then their came thudding bang Hollering a nascent poltergeist My road had come and I had sang The bittersweet song of the sages sacrifice
For to the ether I was keeper, never to reach the other shores
As I was pulled into the mystics door of the 7th gate of nevermore


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Partially inspired by a dream I had several years ago which still remains with me, part of a sequence I am building

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 2, 2014



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