Nothing but darkness lies here.

Darkness drums down on me

spattered with drops of blood.

As my eyes fill with death,

I gaze at you.

At dusk you will find me,

Broken and Battered.

All that remains

are the crumbs the crows left of me.


Nothing Found

Fav-The violinistPoems of the Macabre…

There beyond the sands of sea

where we once laughed and played.

There it was that I loved thee

and bound your heart to me…


The Raven and The Crow by Angela B. Chrysler

Once through winter’s bitter chill when all the world was right,

Dearly did the Raven love, while Crow did love his flight.

O’er head the winds did howl and turned Raven to Crow,

And through that winter’s cold dark night, the Raven saw the Crow.


In that breath the Raven knew all there was to know,

As winter’s wind blew black and bleak, their hearts were bound as one.

“So like me. You are I. Come and fly with me.

If ever two were meant to love, ‘twould be you and I.”


Within that breath the other saw all there was to see,

Beating strong within their eyes, two loves meant to be.

Raven whispered all these words. She could not look away,

For tethered to the others’ heart, they were bound to stay.


Within their eyes they saw the skies together they could conquer.

There each day they’d spend their days devouring the other.

Within their hearts beneath their breast they did clearly see,

All the love that they could have, their hearts, their lives, deflowered.


And in that moment between them two, the Raven and the Crow,

Exchanged unspoken words of love that bound them to forever.

“If ever I was meant to love, my heart would beat for you,”

Need not the Raven say to Crow beneath the winter’s howl.


“Know that under every word, there only is, ‘I love you.’

The in and out of every breath, to you I say, ‘I love you.’

Within the first of spring rains, and ‘neath the summer sun,

There would I forever more love you and adore.”


All these promises and more, the Raven saw from Crow.

“Within your eyes, so like mine, for you, my love, I’d soar.”

It was then that the Crow threw out his wings and flew.

Within his eyes, he did implore, “Follow me and fly.”


In likeness, Raven threw wide her breast and stretched her withered wings

But gnarled and maimed were Raven’s wings, battered by life’s storms.

Scars and blood made up her bones, too broke—too weak to fly.

From the ground, too scarred to cry, Raven watched her Crow.


The wind blew cold while Crow flew far imploring, “Raven, soar!”

But while the bitter winds ripped o’er, she could not leave the moor.

Crows forever they must fly, and Ravens they must soar

But Raven bleeding, broken, maimed, could join her love no more.


Despite their unspoken dreams that tethered him to she,

Raven watched Crow fly away. His words alone did bide.

“So like me, you are I. Come and fly with me.

If ever two were meant to love, ‘twould be you and I.”



Dark Art by Ana Fagarazzi

Just because I love him…

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.


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