Darkness whispered to me Secrets from the ghastly depths A smirk on her lips A spectre of disdain She laughed at my troubles Amused at my failures.
“I saw it die a thousand deaths Ages ago it heaved its last breath Goodness is a cadaver Goodwill a misnomer It’s the time of the Black Serpent Slithering on slippery slopes In and out of its slimy scales; Let me teach you the spells From the bowels of hell To charm Beings of the Night For they are all that survived.”
I embrace the inky silhouette, “My dark friend, I heed your advice.” I summon them from within Pettiness, dishonesty, slyness – Throbbing, waiting to be spawned I befriend the shady shadows Blind like the bats betrothed To deepest caverns and gallows They tell me how to don a mask, This masquerade I join with pride, Of the deceitful who have thrived.
Poetry inspired by the book cover of Das unheimliche by Felix Schloemp Buch. Munich: Georg Mueller, 1914.
The sun melts into the horizon Amalgam of light and darkness Where the lines are blurred Between paradise and hell Consumed by the ocean Glitter hues of golden days Now wrapped in tempests Bellowing over troubled waters Such is life – Moments of delight Washed away by turbulent tides
Sometimes I wrap myself in A gloomy blanket of thoughts For what else can I do When I cannot shed this Heaviness of doubt, anxious bouts That creep into my silence Smothering me with disdain Like a languorous python; I lay in the darkness, Wondering what I did to gain This onerous companion Crushing me from the inside
Let’s go back to the caves Bury our screams in silence Discard our deadly weapons In the deepest darkness For they fill us with bravado So false, instill us with prowess So misguided, that our world Slowly crumbles around us Just stones, as cold as our hearts
In the fleeting darkness Only dreams survive On the chariot of dawn That rises from the ashes Of a horizon in cinders Lost to the dying lights Of lonely burning skies! The dark broom of night Sweeps away stardust From under the canopy Of a dazzling firmament Slowly lost in the distance