Wild mouths will bite thee: a Poem.
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2021 6:27 pm
So for some strange reason I really love ancient english but I can't really use it, and it so difficult to find archaic words.
This is just a poem dedicated at persecuted, murdered people.
As always, through my dark view.
"My lover glares in my poem's womb,
crucified he can yet feel our mirror asunder.
Hung in slaughter, still fearless he longs for me,
tells of the wonder,
his wild mouth now chants yonder.
Thou dwell here, thou breath me.
Reveal me, dream walker, that in beauty
Wild mouths will bite thee.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
the dawn irises welcome the sea.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
when the bee crowns the tree.
Thou withered away, and in our last beams,
I led thou, I gave thou, I flew in thou.
In that gloom, I buried our flares under
my capsized earth.
Below that starry stygian lawn, we've sunken in the deep.
I sung thou, softly, the coming.
And as thou avount to reviveds' ballad,
thy shade I send it upon wisdom's zephyr,
the morrow she tenderly murmurs our people...
Wild mouths will bite thee,
their lips shall drink and charm.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
shriek roaring magnificence,
sing as the stone bleeds."
Hope you liked it, if that made any sense.
Inspired by my beloved, forever-chosen darkness, and Satan,the King.
This is just a poem dedicated at persecuted, murdered people.
As always, through my dark view.
"My lover glares in my poem's womb,
crucified he can yet feel our mirror asunder.
Hung in slaughter, still fearless he longs for me,
tells of the wonder,
his wild mouth now chants yonder.
Thou dwell here, thou breath me.
Reveal me, dream walker, that in beauty
Wild mouths will bite thee.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
the dawn irises welcome the sea.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
when the bee crowns the tree.
Thou withered away, and in our last beams,
I led thou, I gave thou, I flew in thou.
In that gloom, I buried our flares under
my capsized earth.
Below that starry stygian lawn, we've sunken in the deep.
I sung thou, softly, the coming.
And as thou avount to reviveds' ballad,
thy shade I send it upon wisdom's zephyr,
the morrow she tenderly murmurs our people...
Wild mouths will bite thee,
their lips shall drink and charm.
Wild mouths will bite thee,
shriek roaring magnificence,
sing as the stone bleeds."
Hope you liked it, if that made any sense.
Inspired by my beloved, forever-chosen darkness, and Satan,the King.
. Really deep and intense. Dark imagery. Nice job