Entries by Mora

The Feeding

This wretched skin, shedding among the dimly lit stars, the sonata that harkens the storm, deluge of beastly origins, akin to the gloom hours that prey on fear, and among the ravenous maw, distasteful rhetoric, cursed whispers that fall on dilapidated husks, the hunger, the sinful hunger… the intent is of abysmal inspiration, hades bears […]

No Contrition for Blood

From where the umbrous hand doth reach In the mist among the silent stars to grasp within its cold conniving my slumber upon the beasts hassock I sleep within hungered maw enticing famished ferality upon my crown obsequious flesh for the abominable banquet on the pyre, sweet aroma, sweet, lustful aroma In the light of […]

One the Eve

On the eve of your lips whisper to me silent breath the scent that stirs the heavens and the kiss that placates the devils; ever–dark gloom -E.Mora #OnTheEve #poetry #poem #POEMS #ThePOEMHOME #micropoetry #SilentBreath #YourLips

On My Way to Perdition

On my way to perdition I met a man cloaked in misery who sat upon inverted throne and sang a baritone litany So enthralled to his intonation the cadence upon my heart from his eyes such delight once I began to fall apart Now I on this false kings throne into servitude, my very bones […]

Throes of Passion

Your eyes have spoken such disdain amidst the berth that we have lain the silken flesh porcelain scented petals from within. The poesy without word from lips claret unfurled such passion in the midst of throe and breathless strewn among the woe. Lay we now dipped in the ink of our eyes into the pools […]

The Unwilling King

I sat one eve, on a throne of flesh and bone that with every breath from lung, agony it sung I placed my ear upon the flesh, so moving was the intonation, the cadenza of damnation I spoke into the black abyss, quandaries so noetic, in tongue so forked, duplicitous heretic And from the throne […]

The Ferryman Doth Come

On Sunday through the witching hours, the midnight mass bells tolled. Yet pews were empty and windows shuttered, no genuflection at the doors. The altar stood bare, no widowed veils, litany was not intoned, hymns did not permeate the starless night, no vicar spoke from leather tomes. And I alone in this lonely void, trepid […]

A Walk Among the Black Brambles

Poem Entry : Page 2 Wingless Bird Wingless bird of strife and sorrow, whose cage now doorless bids farewell, into the vast unknown venture intrepid, and behind leave ye sleepless blanket. Wingless bird of sullen eyes, such beauty in your freedom, that cage now houses days on end, a memory into memories of flight. Wingless […]