Published By: Ravenskraft Publishing
Design and Development: C.N.F.I. Publishing - Jeremy J. Taylor
Copyright 2015 A.S. Ravenskraft
All Right's Reserves
Printed in the USA
Within the Time of Darkness
Blacken shores, Within, -
Midnight's door Glass breaks and shatters, whispering;
The dark ocean flows
Ol’ willingly poet
Speak, compose my sweet adore, I shalt break free
Forevermore I quoth this nothing more,
Within the darkness
A timeless treasure
The Stone Garden
Intense beauty, within the shameless abyss,
Breathing whispers echo in the wind
Mad horror of love - lust, tapping - screaming streams;
Roaring temptations, winds of crying screams
Darkness flows from within, around, the garden stone,
One, in the forest alone - dusty for all means
Seperated within, misty fogs of yesteryear, sweet nighly glooms;
Without one- a name, one stone without' a graving
Not anything, blowing winds echant in horror
Core with the spawn of limbo,
Gardens of Stone, portals of voice; -
Dooms of the living,' waiting for the graves to open;
Catacombs release the abominations
Forest of darker caress, see's one stone, -
Engraved without a name, I look closely noticing nothing
But a letter A -
Stone not of this time, rune stone, within this darkened forest
This spot cold, dark and damp; -
Dreary weather has not changed here...
Hallows Eve's darkness, the skies of twenty - four sevens
Year after year, this forest appears out of nowhere
If you seel it, it you will find!
If a loved one is buried here, stay away!
If not you will be swallowed, by the kindness of its glistening stare
Be aware of the voices, dare not listen to the voices
In - The Stone Garden
If you see faces in the stones, never stare in adoring glare
Banshee's in the trees, rune stones of tender care, Don't go!
Stay away from the stones front. Craving abyss glare
Pity it not, not even a tear.
The face that you see is this Poet,
Coveting, in this forbidden gloomy tale
I want out of this hell, let me out!
Day by day, - light, has no holiday here -
The Garden of Stones will break by bones,
Darkness falls, - never to be known
The forest will seek your call, and it will find you!
The Stone Garden
The Echoes
Sound of suffering beneath,
The streams of limbo
You can hear, echoes;
Shaking, trembeling
Flawless voices, screaming, -
Vowing to escape the pain,
From within the haunted tower
Echoes within the mist; -
Morning of no glory, forbidden bliss,
Screams within the dreamscape
There's no escape;
The washing of invincible blood
Where none was ever spilled
The existence of tainted voices
Forever be done.
The Cuckoo Clock
In my chair listening to nothing but silence,
Embarking thy ego
Sleepless on the transcendent slate;
I hear these sounds, unimaginable
My dead wife's spirit, leads over thee
Her corpse rotten, with the foul smell by my feet
I hold her tightly for days, on and on,
Sounds of horror, for I am
Paralyzed, no feeling or movement!
This clock of, a tall tales nightmare
Speaks to me in different tongues
Similar tunes, dreary sounds
Cuckoo, - Cuckoo, - Cuckoo, - Once, -
Murderous sounds of horror, - steams
Clock, the cuckoo, demons tounge, of Loki's breathe;
Dirty in filthy scope of dreams
The bird sings his arsenic bloom
Thy mind racing in fear with nothing,
Left to the smell of death on me
My love, thy symphony;
Danse galore never mind me
She's no more,as a breathe, in words of this clock
The flowers of evil, of deaths delight,
Cuckoo, cuckoo devilish fiend
In the house of the prestigious sea;
Flood of floating bodies,
Water seeps into my home, mutated abyss
Sweet - dark, nothing least cruel, damned'
The cuckoo watches and laughs; -
Beautiful evil, of dancing, floating corpse
Still frozen, in my chair her corpse, kissing my lips
as the water rises; -
To my lips, I know I am about to drown
The bird clucked his last coo at me, to say
Foolish less mortal, so bland and cruel, you sit here - die
For this love that you adore!
For decay is watching you, drowing with them -
Like a banshee in heat
So long poet! Die well, die strong, -
Your watery grave shall - bear nothing but a memory!
