Coven

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~E.

Dismal

Of all the outcomes,
The Violinist could only imagine one...
Complete failure.

And so he did.

~E.

The Handbook

For those who want to hang around the living a little longer...

~E.

The Postcard of Worse

Dear Mable,
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
Suffering such great loss has been an unbearable heartbreak -
One in which I'm not sure I will survive.
And although warm Spring weather is here,
My existence is one of perpetual winter.
I want to tell you how much you've meant to me,
And how much I will miss you.

~E.

Shell Shocked

Of Messines
The crushed bones -
Entombed.
Rusting soil -
Under the town of rubble.
The constant bombardment,
made battered minds,
All around the crater
Once known as Hill 60

~E.

Night Music

This night music keeps me awake -
A sleepless repeat of chorus,
Of flat notes - my questionable purpose.
How I wish this composition to be
A tune of calming measure,
Perhaps even a lullaby.

~ElizaDeath

The Moth

We followed a Moth
Through the grassy field,
To the river's edge,
We could not yield -

When Mother calls
We are not found
For in the water
We have drown.

~ElizaDeath

Curse the existence

Surely, it was something unholy that took hold,
For she was quite different than she was.
And as there was no help to be found- No remedy invented,
She invited the Devil to take care of her children.

~ElizaDeath

Gramophone

Long after the physical being is gone, the soul retains memories and stimuli gathered from the material world... Choose your impressions carefully...

~ElizaDeath

Endless Wait

For the Loveless...
An ElizaDeath Valentine-
My heart goes out to you.

~ElizaDeath

Loveless

Tragic is the heart
So full of potential
So eager to love
Yet, left to rot.

~ElizaDeath

Evil Wishes

A secret plea in your sleep
All the wishes that you keep
No matter what - the key unlocks
Those happy dreams
And evil thoughts.

~ElizaDeath

Hex of the Rook

For those who whisper
The secrets of the Dead.
A wicked curse
Brought on by the Rook.
May all hold their tongue.
For a fate worse than agony,
Perhaps even death.

Oppression

Wishing for freedom of self expression,
The child dreams of speaking her mind,
Writing permanent disobedience in journals...

But never will.