Unmarked Book of Poems

[lovethesuit]

[Inside this poorly-kept tome of poems, with its leather surface scratched bare of identifying marks, a few rare poems are found. Their ink is moist and living, as though the heart that laid them out had only just left the pages.]

[lovethesuit]

[tface=callig]Idle fancies of my fancy idol.
I feel you closing in
Inside my mind, beside the kind
Of rare desire, of raging fire
You light in me.
I fight. I fall. I see.

Each spectral overture you play with voice as sweet as summer rain,
Composing rich ornaments of music to decorate my brain.
That deep allure, the sensuous touch of your hand laid across me,
Turns another colourless morning into a splash of brilliant finery.
Come, the touch of death, the wafting scent of time,
For all in its own; I, yours, and you, mine.[/tface]

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[tface=callig]a devil is red
and all around the winding wild
from farmer's fields to figures filed
piled high in the keep of the last
a devil's red line is cast
caught upon a maiden's head.

each blow of the cursed hammer
a beat upon the withering brow
one and again the bubbling clamor
out the sounds of silence drowns
not lonely and only alone
see with me what life condones[/tface]

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[tface=callig]Salvation in stiff leather, as brown as the earth from which it came
Sunken squire's helmet into which an eel builds its home
Ravenous teeth which tore into the dead and live alike
Cavernous the faith in derisive fights and bloody games
That absolute and all-encompassing call to roam
And free oneself from the slow death, the cold death, or the pike.

All of Mistlocke hears the End
Told by foe and sold by friend
What the matter when or why
When the fate is still to die?
Care only then for the kind
of pristine bones you leave behind.[/tface]

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[tface=callig]Sailors on the seas of fate,
At the whim of sails and wind:
I await the call of the deep.
Linger here where the dead sleep
On stone, in stone, never alone.
Reveal to those the dead condone.

Find peace with those that pass
Leaving only an earthly trace
While the spirit flows to His embrace.
Pay no heed to the cold and crass.
Bring stillness and rest to the heart's race
And honour The Dead while in this place.

A village under threat,
So long ago you may forget.
The crypt besieged by dead
And living with spirits in their head.
We seek the unnamed fear
Which led to restless ruin here.[/tface]