Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill

Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill

 

Sanctuary I prayed

Feet stumbling at a wet dank alter

Crumbled brick the skeletal shell

Of ancient cathedral

Safety

 

Mausoleum in the gloom of battered drips

Their ghostly quill of written blood

And zombie skins of parchment

Write their movement

On the clammy tips of sweat

 

Don’t even breathe

 

As the screaming prickling hairs stand stiff

 

 

As the chilling curdled down my neck

 

I am alone

 

Cold swirls fog phantoms in my mouth

And bitter teeth bite at one time warmth

As every veil and smack of dark

Stammers of cold footsteps

 

Cold stone to grind my fist

At Death

 

Dead

 

Un-Living

 

Un-Dead

 

Footsteps

Approaching

 

Hunters Moon haunted its taste for blood

The cowl of foxes

In midnights canine witchcraft

Thought to stampede on shattered stain glass

And spit the gargoyles fallen head

In spells of horror demolished

 

Sainted tiny fire I prayed

Sanctuary

From the tombs of dusted bones

Let me sleep

 

 

Let me sleep

Behind burning eyes

And drag from the crag the whimpering prize

Of terror

 

Let me edge on the ripping dawn

Never to rest on burial ground

 


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5/20/2008 12:00:00 AM
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