Darkness

Part One|Night

Black veil clouds the moonless sky,
All visions cold and shadowed darker,
Jade and stone, all seeing eye,
The night, surreal and filled with laughter.

Drifting, drinking in the air,
Eluding senses, purest fusion,
Spell that no mortal can bear,
And flooding senses with delusion.

In black shrine, stone, spilling dark,
Across the distant mountain,
Blazing night within its mark,
The tainted, flowing fountain.

Under weeping willow's branches,
Canopy beneath the rain,
The night bright shades perform their dances,
Three fold, twice and thrice, again.

Empty, blazing voodoo fire,
Black sparks fly across the floor,
Burning, deep, with dark desire,
Leaves a passion, lust for more.

Stepping stones towards the ocean,
Onyx, to reflect the sky,
A rush of power, pure emotion,
Leaves the black dew running dry.

Tears of lightning, heart of thunder,
Captured by this endless night,
Awestruck, shellshocked, by pure wonder,
Paralysed with darkened fright.

Painting air black, darker than night,
Vivid, sharp and crystal clear,
A new sky, new dark, new means of sight,
Ever faster, moving near.

Perched above, upon a branch,
Three ravens, cold and dark as death,
They're waiting, ready, in their stance,
To claim the life of dying breath.

Now falling down, towards the night,
Encased in black and chilled by darkness,
Ever under lusting sight,
A deep, pure lust, to craft a carcass.

Part Two|Blood

Drinking in the luscious syrup,
Scarlet, dark and bitter sour,
Hot, pure and thick-scalding the lips,
Plants a blood lust crimson flower.

Bathing under steaming shower,
Glinting ruby in the stream,
A charge, macabre, of darkened power,
Needle blood and nightmare seam.

Crying tears of burning fire,
Blood pours down into the throat,
A passion darker than desire,
Passion taking pure devote.

Thoughts of ash and cinder motives,
Burnt away at liquid's touch,
The dark powers remain devoted,
To the death they lust so much.

Dark red teardrops fall from black skies,
Forming puddles on the ground,
While scalding sheets of mauve burn the guise,
Ruby smoke chokes out the sound.

Red fog, red mist, burning mana,
Charges to the bone with death,
Dark magic, soon to be thought ana,
Sparks of flame in every breath.

Waves of wine wash on the floor,
Dark and lifeless carmine lust bath,
Endless hearts spill countless more,
While rosewood paints the darkened blood path.

Drenched from head to foot in scarlet,
Thick and sweet, a warm, pure rush,
Glinting, sharper than glass merlot,
Drinking stream of bloody lush.

Half full vessel, half pain, dark thirst,
Searching for more blood to drink,
Forever tainted, under black curse,
Ever spilling bloody ink.

Curled up, upon a fountain,
Sleeping in a crimson bed,
While all the blood flows from the mountains,
All the humans left are dead.

Part Three|Poison

Clouded heart and tainted vision,
Poison rush plays with the mind,
No thoughts left to forge decision,
Eyes have blurred and been left blind.

Toxic tonics, ink dark woven,
Painting powder on the tongue,
While liquid, black, ties, interwoven,
Sour smoke fills thick the lungs.

Hemlock drugged, nightshade narcotised,
Deadly mind frame, set in black,
For every sense is crystallised,
And every motion, poised attack.

Ink toxins spill across the floor,
And form a river, dark as night,
From veins of death, strong black they pour,
Absorb the landing rays of light.

Nettle vines spread across the throat,
Strong, spiking needles on the tongue,
Twilight of toxin's antidote,
Sets, dark, the moon upon the sun.

Fading light slips ever faster,
Toxins claim their deadly grip,
Soon, student to become the master,
Liquid travels past the lips.

Claiming naught, but pure dark passion,
Aiming for the hit and miss,
Controlled, precise, the every action,
Aiming straight towards abyss.

Empowered by adrenaline,
And charged to death by blood spiked smoke,
Dark sparks shoot through the skeleton,
Elusions crafting anecdote.

Balance thrown into discharge,
While mental patterns break their course,
And every sight appears mirage,
Black poison floods the living source.

Twisted thoughts succumb at first touch,
To the toxin's deadly wrath,
Mind's sanity, intwined with pure lust,
Poisoned ink paints black the path.

Part Four|Glass

Dark reflections on the surface,
Mirroring the shards of glass,
While glinting black, light bends, amorphous,
Surreal state none can surpass.

Frosted mist deludes the mind frame,
Filling lungs with clouds of ice,
Cold crystal sparks fuse, forming blue flame,
Mana's power, dark entice.

Breathing in bright silver fog,
A light sensation fills the senses,
Bloodstream running thick with smog,
And visions played out through pretences.

Moonstone gems and runic tide,
Ice painted on the glass horizon,
Indifferent, no rules abide,
Ageless and timeless, naught to wizen.

Drifting through the glassy fields,
In meadows, lined with rows of flowers,
Mirrored petals form their shields,
And blackened shards hold all their powers.

Lights ahead, glowing a soft blue,
Surreal, tainted, almost dream,
A glinting mirror stands, tall and true,
Showing what appears to be.

Pure and simple, nothing hidden,
From the depths of aura, clean,
Naught a secret, naught forbidden,
Only perfect crystalline.

Fading image on the glass pane,
Ever rapid reverie,
And as the diamond eyes start to wane,
Trap snaps shut, no longer free.

Frozen statue, sentinel,
With stone face watching glass, unmoving,
Heart of icy chemical,
Both smoke and fire darkly fusing.

Shard in wrist and mirrored blood,
Quicksilver ink runs through the veins,
Spills through the heart to start a flood,
A flood of power, dark arcane.

Voodoo soul with icy eyes,
A power none else can surpass,
A shard of black and mirrored lies,
The mana forged within dark glass.

Part Five|Darkness

Melting off the raven's wing,
And dripping down the open door,
A song of darkness, cursed to sing,
A song of legend, myth and lore.

It takes no shape and bears no motive,
Darkness painting black the night,
No job or task, yet still devoted,
Snuffing out the flame of sight.

Darkness pouring through the poison,
Coursing through the mirror shards,
And charging blood on ash horizon,
Glass night fountain, midnight scarred.

Tears of darkness, burning brightly,
Streaming down the winding path,
Trickling, thick, and falling, slightly,
Treacle spiked with toxin's wrath.

Shadow, shade, jade lock of darkness,
Seeping through the open wound,
Dripping, dripping, slow, relentless,
Falling to hypnotic tune.

Ink well, drowning, glass the soul,
Hanging from a thread of midnight,
Blood rush, darkly, take the toll,
To pull the death knot ever more tight.

Puppet, voodoo, hollow eyes,
Bereft of judgment, caged from freedom,
Speaking, thinking only lies,
With tongue of dark deviltry wisdom.

Covering eyes with illusions,
Washing mouth clean of all sense,
Filling mind with dark delusions,
Costing life at own expense.

Nothing left untouched and purest,
Nothing left but tainted lies,
Light was luscious, but now nearest,
To the dark we so despise.

Fire blazing, night sky burning,
Passion, black night at its best,
Engulfing, painting, lusting, yearning,
Melting flame of pure darkness.