WD 202 “After Dark”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. After Dark What is the breaking point of a soul Roiling in steams and oils A vat of sanguine acid running down your chin  Restless night amidst the shadows of wailing trees A territory of shrieking memories That refuse to be forgotten  I was wrong toContinue reading “WD 202 “After Dark””

WD 132 “Dracula’s Line”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Dracula’s Line You lower the gates: Your legs crossed like the stars that spell your name  In your keep on top of the mountains you welcome me Like an alien fleeing political purge There is a long table in your dining room with space for bothContinue reading “WD 132 “Dracula’s Line””

WD 76 “Devilfish (A Paradigm)”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Devilfish (A Paradigm) I am becoming- A wrist with twisted lines, like the age rings of an ancient tree My demonstration of aptitude A fading sense of failing  Black curtain, ink, or the vampire’s cape worn by a giant manta-ray  To cloak the ocean and purgeContinue reading “WD 76 “Devilfish (A Paradigm)””

WD 68 “Grief”

A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth. Grief Prolong my vampiric edge My lifespan, wide as a pin, as long as a road whose end is  Smothered in mist -Regard the little people as you would Ghouls and cattle All with varying purposes and different odors  Match majesty with majesty  Look me inContinue reading “WD 68 “Grief””