A Call From The Miasma

The eerie lullaby

Whispers from the corridors

Sirens, a forgotten lore

 

Candles burn

Forsaken fire,

Shadows dancing

 

Lure me, seductress

Sweet is thy voice,

Euphonious melody

 

Suspense hangs

The noose secured tight

Death of subtlety

 

Laughing are the stars

Humble in its abode

Smiling is the moon,

 

He knows the score

 

A glimpse of bare bone

Exposed heart of a

Bleeding dawn, indecent

 

Drown in the wake

The high water mark, gone

Momentum lost, eyes blind

 

Flies caught in a web

Vibrations, telltale heart

Still beating

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Your work is deep and passionate with that dark flare from the pain of his reality.. and again at the end you twist it up a bit with the "telltale heart still beating" another hint of hope not surrender..x

[Nobody.]

brilliant....allusion and imagery and philosopy woven like a braided whip. (CRACK!)

Love it.

[SilentVerses]

Beautifully sorrowful the melody is barren though it echoes through the emptied rooms of a haunted mind, your words burn through floorboards of desertion and blind the cobwebs of disillusioned death, who beat upon the earth bring the floodgates open from which you pick the strength of worded wings upon which you place a desperate passion. Love it.