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Shadow Walker Jun 2013
Heaven...
                    is in your kiss



Hell...
                    is in your leaving
Shadow Walker Jun 2013
Yon painted ***** yet coffin fresh
the taste of death warm on her flesh
against mine own I long to press
in unholy union no priest would bless
the scent of grave and rictus grin
egg on my need my want to sin
fragile as the first spring bloom
I lay her gently in my room
and soft I claim her as my prize
not with my hands but with my eyes
she's  somewhat cold yet heats my blood
my freshly plucked from rest Rose bid
with shaking hands I lay her bare
and at her beauty stand and stare
for here tonight before my peers
I'll put to rest such childlike fears
with surgeons fingers such as these
I'll enter her with precise ease
I'll make of her a thing of pleasure
my illicit gift mine stolen treasure
so gentlemen please take a pew
as I perform right here for you
autopsy 101's in session
today the womb's the arranged lesson
thank you Burke thank you Hare
same time tomorrow please take care.
Burke & Hare were Ressurection men ( grave robbers ) whom sold bodies they dug up to the college of medicine to perform autopsies on
Shadow Walker Jun 2013
Oh starling my darling
my love and my life
My music when saddened
my shelter from strife

bread winner protector
come Sun and come rain
in winter you warm me
and drive away pain

My Angel pray hold me
with wings that are mine
and gather me to thee
For now and all time
Shadow Walker Jun 2013
Wyverns wings
rend the midnight sky...

spilling its stars
in waterfalls
of broken glass

faceted teardrops reflecting
Windows stained
with blood
depicting

the death of magic
Shadow Walker May 2013
Sham-rock
never caused a riot

as

Guinness kept em' quiet


:)
For S.O'reilly the luck of the Irish to ye
Shadow Walker May 2013
Blank faces
awaiting anothers heartistic hand
to paint a smile


:)
Heartistic is a word I've borrowed from D.E and this is for A.Moonlight after reading her poem The Day We Met
Shadow Walker May 2013
The pit of dispair's calling
it's voice the icy breeze
it's choking hold is hidden
within the limbs of ancient trees
it needs not eyes to see man
nor ears to hear our screams
as it's the stuff of nightmares
that invades our sweetest dreams
the fires of Hell are waiting
the spit is fresh and new
and the demons carved a name on it
Does that name belong to you
the darkness now is looming
the night has run and hid
pull up your sheets and shiver
like you did once as a kid
the end is no more rumour
and man caused it with his hands
by alienating others
and fighting foreign lands
so lock your doors and windows
and by all means say a prayer
but the pit of despair's calling
and will soon be calling there
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