Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: November 05, 2008

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Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill

Sanctuary I prayed

Feet stumbling at a wet dank alter
Crumbled brick the skeletal shell
Of ancient cathedral
Safety

Mausoleum in the gloom of battered drips

Their ghostly quill of written blood
And zombie skins of parchment
Write their movement
On the clammy tips of sweat

Don’t even breathe

As the screaming prickling hairs stand stiff
As the chilling curdled down my neck

I am alone

Cold swirls fog phantoms in my mouth
And bitter teeth bite at one time warmth
As every veil and smack of dark
Stammers of cold footsteps

Cold stone to grind my fist

At Death

Dead

Un-Living

Un-Dead

Footsteps
Approaching

Hunters Moon haunted its taste for blood

The cowl of foxes
In midnights canine witchcraft
Thought to stampede on shattered stain glass
And spit the gargoyles fallen head
In spells of horror demolished

Sainted tiny fire I prayed

Sanctuary
From the tombs of dusted bones
Let me sleep

Let me sleep

Behind burning eyes
And drag from the crag the whimpering prize
Of terror

Let me edge on the ripping dawn

Never to rest on burial ground


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