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A Burial

Today I had a burial of my dead.
There was no shroud, no coffin, and no pall,
No prayers were uttered and no tears were shed
I only turned a picture to the wall.
A picture that had hung within my room
For years and years; a relic of my youth.
It kept the rose of love in constant bloom
To see those eyes of earnestness and truth.
At hours wherein no other dared intrude,
I had drawn comfort from its smiling grace.
Silent companion of my solitude,
My soul held sweet communion with that face.
I lived again the dream so bright, so brief,
Though wakened as we all are by some Fate;
This picture gave me infinite relief,
And did not leave me wholly desolate.
To-day I saw an item, quite by chance,
That robbed me of my pitiful poor dole:
A marriage notice fell beneath my glance,
And I became a lonely widowed soul.
With drooping eyes, and cheeks a burning flame,
I turned the picture to the blank wall's gloom.
My very heart had died in me of shame,
If I had left it smiling in my room.
Another woman's husband. So, my friend,
My comfort, my sole relic of the past,
I bury thee, and, lonely, seek the end.
Swift age has swept my youth from me at last.

~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space- out of Time.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.
For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

~Edgar Allan Poe

You, the Dark

Dark, She is the mind of yours.
Icy chill of thought becomes
A steely shimmer.
Behold a glimmer in the black -
A flash of grey, that even glows
In show against the hallowed dark of you.
And that is why you scream in jarring tones
'I have no heart for joy!
My white and brittle bones have died'
You cried in dark and fractured moans.
So now the Queen of Black you writhe,
Whence from dark of shade
That honed an evil form afar;
In curse of me you bade:
'I, the wave shall rape the shore!
Violence will there be in glares I'll throw
At all who prey, and more:
A dark and fetid sea I'll bleed.'
And now, the bitter tinge
And bleak of waste
That eyed the death of once your soul
Will here forever be! Indeed you tell:
'The cramping pain is here!
Eternal spasm, infinite chasm,
The Devil's chaplain plays!
We'll climax in a tortured glee
As all my love decays.'

~Mark R Slaughter

Sorrow under Mist

Mist –
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes –
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness –
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water –
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn’ t face –
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don’t see in your mind’s eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She’s peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn’t lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts –
Wrenches deep –
Emotion that we can't deny.

~Mark R Slaughter

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We crash onto the ground
And all is silent, save, the rustling of leaves--
The disquietude in my heart,
And all is sweet, save, the taste of tobacco
Mingling with the cooling air,
And all is calm, save, the teeming of pestilent thoughts;
Of your salacious smile
And all is bright, save, the rapid-darkening night
as our lips lock...

Then I awake.


~ Florence Challender

Black River

Tired of living in the dust
Craving a heart pounding so red
I opened my wings in hope of
Discovering a new silent bed

Searching the jungles and mountains
No where I could choose to stay
But suddenly I found the slopes
Falling so cold and so grey

Wondered and amazed I landed
Near the basin of a black stream
The river gave me strange feelings
That I wanted to deeply scream

I took a walk along the river
Through the cold and nightly day
Everything was so dark in that part
It was not easy to find my way

I found the well high in a slope
A small hole shaped like a cave
I entered but I found the place
Because of the darkness like a grave

Slowly something appeared when
From my wing I ignited a feather
Someone was crying constantly
Tears fell one after another

I ignited another one and then
I felt so sad by what I saw
There was a woman covered in wings
With blind eyes so black so raw

She gazed upon me for a moment
My tears started to fall
Feeling so numb and so dead
Knowing that she is the nightfall

I asked for the cause and she said
It’ s a curse made by humankind
They hurt me with bitter poison
The cure I can never find

I tried to show them what is right
But they never wanted to know
Their wish was that they could be free
Finally I left them to go

My heart did break with their wish
My eyes poisoned by their hands
I slowly entered the night realm
And from happiness I am banned

I was left alone a long time ago
To believe in sadness so deep
For the doomed humankind at night
Forever with blind eyes I weep