Ulver

A Poem by Wraith.

In the drum gut of the sky

The great cold death of the earth

Hideous, howling bawl of sorrow

Demented screeches and their frantic scour

Liquid silver breaks the mistral

limbless specter, acquisition!

Medieval blackening

is set aflame in ivory quivers

She-devil rides the gale head on

Austere wasteland of watery apparitions

Ghastly siren,

loud wails scale the current

Devoid, lonely, waning tempest

The great cold death of the earth.

© 2015 Wraith.

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Added on July 4, 2015
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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..