Mustapha Depravity

Wedded To A Host Of Miseries - Poem by Mustapha Depravity

Faces embracing the mud
Soil seeps and clasp their pale frigid hands
Eyes spread like the crux of a dreamcatcher
Testament to horrors
Blood portraits upon the ground
Flesh and skin as vulture feed
Dancing neath the glorious moon
Herald of the passing winter winds
My carcass languidly swaying to the tides
The ravens murmur Their epitaphs
Scent of dying leaves and rotting masses
A pungent aroma of calamity
Hellhounds astray
Seraphim lead the way
God's will is here to stay
Oh my sweet benevolent Beatrice
Where doth thou lay?
I miss those fragrant scarlet lips
whose warmth ignites Death's cold heart
Eyes bejewelled with winedark absence
Godlent pallid skin
a porcelain figure of unfathomable grace
all gone
Twas a Dream?
A Nightmare?
The price of human failure only god will have to pay
Dethroned and engorged by the kraken jaws of war.
And now face sinking deeper into the abyss
The beachhead devours its dead
and i find eternal death
My body swallowed in the waters
Ten leagues of chasms and counting.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

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