T R A D I T I O N A L A R T-
P H O T O G R A P H Y-
P H O T O M A N I P U L A T I O N-
L I T E R A T U R E-
I Am Nosferatu
And he rose like a dream shrouded in obsidian
“Blood the sky!” – bewailed ravenous eyes ..
‘Upon a world solemn; and the dead betrothed
Where lust a river dark, my ache roams wild
Many moons spent wither’d in winds dreary;
naked in breath of whispered-flame & wine
O’ darkly I hear thee my beloved enchant,
thy seraphic-tongue dripping in Night’s mist
Thou art the evening tide flooding my soul,
— gossamer-wings of a gothic serenade ...
Seek you mine lips in a song of shadows
For in immortal sin we shall not wane
Unto a sea of crimson, my love hath assail’d
From Earth to tomb, I am death & hallowed
— Arthur Crow © 2013
ImmortalityFor me, death is a dream:thumb397008542:
For me, join the woman I loved is a dead-end
For me, life does not have end
For me, immortality is a curse
Dark RiddlesIt's like a child.
A dark, unhealthy child.
Addictive and destructive.
Holding it close you whisper to it,
Murmur secrets and desires.
As it takes shape it begins to whisper back,
Mumble it's own desires,
Feeding off your delicious emotions,
Left pent up to age and mature like wine.
It's like a plant.
A twisted, grotesque plant.
Gnarled and deformed.
Buried deep in fertile soil,
It absorbs the darkness around it.
Each day you nourish it more,
Watching as it grows from the shadows.
Soon it is out of control and self-sufficient,
No longer needing a guiding hand.
It's like a shadow.
A slippery, ethereal shadow.
Dark and mysterious.
The closer the light gets to you,
The longer it stretches out.
Refusing to back down,
It becomes stronger and stronger.
Never leaving your side completely.
It is with you every step you take.
H O R R O R-
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