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ELUSIDASYON / GARGUWALYO (Gargoyle Terza Rima 1)Unang gabi sa huling sandali / Nag-aagaw ang ilaw at dilim / Katahimika'y namamayani.

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Realityever wondered if dreams are reality. / and reality is a dream. / if we are living in someone else’s mind.

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Our Forbidden LoveO mistress, your gentle eyes were a warm angel’s song. / Your glazed almond skin was soft like a virgin's touch. / Bound me in chains of desire and sin in your love dungeon.

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Hey, You.Hey, you / Do you know, / that I love you?

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Ω Gothic Postcard ΩDear diabolic debutante / Spawn of the unfathomable abyss of blackness / Daughter of dreadful dead desire / Black-shrouded sinister sister of celestial gloom before whose imperious gaze the heavens fall silent / Whip-lash girl-child of the graves whose pallid visage kindles the myriad infernal fires / Autocratic vampiress of lunar doom whose winding-cloth enfolds the thousand horrors of blood-drenched nightmare / Thou that wanderest the cypress-crested hills of funereal necropolises / Whose icy glance cracks the ungraven tombstones of utter desolation / Empress of night and madness / Who stalks the locked and shadowed hallways of unhallowed thought / Whose burial-boat glides the still waters over Lethe’s silent depths to the unglimpsed isle of eternal mourning / Whose parapets tower above the fiefdoms of quotidian banality / Whose flying buttresses overlook the Stygian waters of the forgotten drowned denizens of damnation / Whose unshackled dungeons open to worlds of regal splendor / Whose spires pierce dark skies where oblivion buries the ruined cities of revelry under the drifting clouds of leaden time / Oh maiden of melancholic alchemy whose petrified passions transmute base metal into pure gold… / May the gibbous moon of equinox shine its baleful eye upon you; may you tread in sacramental calm the winding starlit paths of somnolent cemeteries; may my unmixed metaphors unveil in delirium their parabolic mysteries before the smoldering altar of your uninterpretable allegory; may the favor of your scorn forever lay me out, embalmed, undead, on the cold stone of merciless reality. Behold: in cryptic script of spectral apparition, in tracery of coded illumination, amidst the dawning rays of torment I write thine unknown name on the threshold of daylight. And from within the mortared wall of self I speak forth from my sepulcher the Sibylline utterance, / unsought, unheard, undreamt:

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⚜ Lily in the Snow III ⚜'Oh, when will you return, my love?' wondered Kourê, / as she lays on the daybed, in the cradle of / Spring's clime; how the nights and days make

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A darker loveTie her down and strike her / once, twice, thrice. / The pain is not her own,

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And It Was Worth It AllWhen you turned away from me, / I turned too walking back on. / The saddest thing of all time,

@NickolasJMcKee14

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PeaceI was waiting for my sweet release, / To find my peace, my soul's release. / For life has been a bitter pill,

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Snap Dragons Presented with Rotting FleshEven with a thousand heads and souls around me, / The thought of loneliness always resided with me / I did not intend to fit in everyone's sizes,

@ValentineVampires21

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heartmy heart beats faster / faster / every time you look at me

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The Plague DoctorThe Warden announces; as the Diseased children cower in fear, / The mother stands beside the Warden. / "Evy'body remain calm, The Plague doc'or is 'ere!"

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Self IncarcerationAs I half slumber into self incarceration / On the walls of my asylum / Electric spiders do their craft

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⚜ Lily in the Snow I ⚜There she awaits- / In her jewelled palace far from faded-eyes / A lily sheltered from the blanket of white;

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Revelations Of HorrorI. Phasmophobia / I am the innumerable gloom of dim, long-buried anthems. / In wistful suspension, I shadow over a living loft in silence.

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Gloom Gleams to the Shining Stellar SunbeamsI may have loved you too much, / but; / A part of me still loves you to this day

@ValentineVampires52

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Facing RealityThis one, signed as myself and not my pen name, is a new step for me, I've never really put myself into my work, but this one is all me. Thus, it is called: / . / BARED SOUL

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UpstateRows of starched green and yellow paisley feather stalks / Marching in ordered lines along the road to 57 Eldon Way / Hot dogs and char burgers charge the air with yesterday's homecoming

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A Thunderstorm in EdinburghWith a near-reflexive, but altogether pleasurable quiver of ****** relaxation, I sank deeper into the soft, luxurious pillows of the ornately carved, four-post ebony wooden bed, in response to a particularly loud and reverberating crash of thunder. I have always felt an innate sense of comfort and tranquility, in both mind and body, in the midst of thunderstorms, and tonight, the perfect alignment of carnal passions, intense sensuality, and the cacophony of the tempest outside, rendered both myself, and the Countess Cynthia Ann, into a trancelike and intensely relaxed sense of contentment and satisfaction. / I reclined there, amongst the tufted pillows and sateen, ox blood colored sheets, in a heavy and hypnotic sense of dreamlike tranquility, where it seemed that at any moment, my soul could leap straightaway, out from my pacified body, and up and into the storm’s raging tumult. With each passing moment, I found it ever more difficult to discern which sounds and sensations were true, and which were the phantasmic creations of a mind that was sinking ever deeper into an entrancing sleep. This wonderful, indulgent feeling - the intermixing of true manifestations and sensory delights within my present situation, that is, within the world of the senses, and the fleeting, ephemeral and illusory realm of the soporific mind. / The penthouse suite that we occupied was situated on the fourth floor of 13 Waterloo Place, facing south towards Old Calton Cemetery in Edinburgh. The staff of the lodging had met our expectations most considerably in the few days for which we occupied the apartment, and the Countess and I were delighted with the experience we shared here, while on official business at the Transylvanian Embassy at Regent Terrace. Thankfully however, our stately duties had been successfully fulfilled well before the anticipated terminus, and the remainder of our occupancy had been spent engaged in wandering the foggy streets and winding, misty alleys of Holyrood and Old Town Edinburgh by day, and various academic and artistic endeavors, and all manner of transgressive erotica by night.

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And the Devil Cried With MeThe world was stunned as the a Dark One fell, / His legacy blooming like a black-petaled rose. / The thorns pierced through the eyes of man,

@nathan-squiers16

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StatueAfter I saw her, I knew she was the one. / I knew, oh I knew well about her / She breathed as a being I wanted to preserve in my art.

@ValentineVampires11

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Prickly PearLanguid prickly pear. / Ashen, voracious sky lay waste. / bruise Earth.

@EldersNotebook28

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⚜ Lily in the Snow II ⚜The zephyrs run rampant from the heavy / clouds, one that the balcony Beauty fully / embraces.

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The Slow HunterHere it is once more / - a dark form looming - / A shadow from Before,

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