I Dream of Dead Morr'arx

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers

Let me tell you my dream of Dead Morr'arx.

Oft I glimpse, when staring far,

A parchment sky of blackened stars.

‘Tis then my sanest thoughts are marred,

For there is no sleep when I dream of Morr’arx.


The rivers are dry, yet flowing still,

With streams of ink naught meant for quills.

They run to oceans of glowing swill

To sate the thirst of my dream of Morr’arx.


All is quiet where husks survive,

Far from dead or likewise alive.

They sit apart and mournfully shrive

For having long failed the dream of Morr’arx.


The once lush plains of purple grass

Now writhe from rain of blasted ash.

Last I will tell of the city of glass

Before I recoil from my dream of Morr’arx.


I cannot approach the city alone

For fear of the King that is Absent of Bone.

It writhes and bleats for sins unatoned

And the reasons I dream of Dead Morr’arx.

Submitted: April 02, 2019

© Copyright 2020 M. A. Yacone. All rights reserved.

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A real other-worldly experience, M. A. Excellent descriptions, and a nice flow.

Tue, April 2nd, 2019 7:41pm


Thank you, Hullabaloo!

Thu, October 10th, 2019 9:16am


Sharief Hendricks

I was transported to am alternate reality...

Nice job M.A

Mon, June 29th, 2020 10:01pm

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