Scarlet Skies of Babylon

[chairmanyang]

Scarlet Skies of Babylon


Trespassing evening skies
Die with such tragedy
And those interred in cold graves
Dwell on pleasures to be
Where legends still breathe
Through sweet death and thereafter
Black candles scented with camphor dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure
To drop funerary roses on my marbled breast
With the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
The blood-red wine stains my lips
My thoughts weigh heavy with times burdens
From knowledge plucked from the Tree of life,
From Chaos born out of lust and the scythe
The forest beckons me with her nocturnal call
To pull me in deep amid the baying of wolves
Where the bindings of the Christ god are down-trodden with scorn
In the dark, odiferous earth
In the arms of the ancient oak
Where daylight hangs by midnights noose
And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
Beneath the spread of a Majickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the woods where whispers and secrets betray

[Mr D]

great summoning portrait ....blasphemous
cool dark write
D

[dwells]

Ooh this was indeed magical my friend and a timeless paen for both pagan and Puritan. Hated to see it end CY because I was captivated by the imagery that reeked of ancient things unspoken and forgotten, but still insistent nevertheless. I smell copper in the air, although the camphor masks the sulfur nicely - cheers! - Dan (babbling back to the woods)

[inflames]

This is lovely, really like the imagery and the title is beautiful. Awesome work!

[chairmanyang]

Thank you for reading Mr. D, I am glad you enjoyed the scribbling's of my darker side, I do so love to write about it.

Thank you for reading Dwells, I am glad you enjoyed. As someone who considers myself to be a Neo Pagan and child of the craft I feel I am at my finest when I draw from my experiences and beliefs in the natural world and its spirits.

Thank your for reading Inflames, I am glad you enjoyed. I had originally planned to name this poem Red September. however I felt it didn't give it enough resonance, So I kept the colour and Babylon has always been a place of legend and mystery to me.

Thank you so much to you all for reading. My writing, while penned for my own sake of sanity, I post for the enjoyment of those like yourselves.

[AoR]

Sultry telling, I love the intensity flaring throughout. Striking images and stark contrasts with faith, hope, listlessness and depravity, this runs chills through me. I love the suddenness of those closing lines, very grim and such a fun engaging read with a dark touch! Congrats on the Spotlight, well deserved!

[hitalot]

very nice in its simplistic scope

[Liquid Bear]

This is great. I can't quite grasp its overall meaning but I'm fascinated with the very visual approach you took. And how about "daylight hangs by midnights noose"? That was a master stroke. Terrific.

Bear