Evil – Ancestral Trail

Dark Dances

*Dark Dances* reviving rusts revamping frolic feigning feasts damped desires drooping mystic mists moaning puked passion plying tactic tier tucking sour scrunched smoothened pleasant parks heightened dark dances darkened fiery flames simpering mocking mystic mists towering; twigs twisting archaic aura blending brooding base bleeding. 19:11:15:10:25

Hakenkreuz Hags

celibate cauldron awaiting lechery eager flames taunting the big pot succumbing woods severing their sanity enclosure of trio cornerstones sans flaws drifting wind tarried draped in its aroma, away carried trio Hags before a nagging cave trickled steps as they sang and raved round the big pot, invoking the craved straying shavers sans dread blewContinueContinue reading “Hakenkreuz Hags”

Melody

It started on D – flat, succulent & succinct soft & rhythmic loaning hearts pats. the wail of the piano caressing the voices’ glissando riffs tampered with the tune, notes trailing tracks of crest, demisemiquaver pruned by the demigod crochet: parts of belts accompanying baritone, baroque & tormenting bass nursing decrescendo, an atlas And thenContinueContinue reading “Melody”

Scared Twigs Twisted

Like smithereens in cahoots, Tensed flames swept and did brood. Leaves strange stood Legs curled – proper nude. Skin sore of whips Traced on veins by the fire’s teeth. Root rustic rhyme, Though irregular, the branches would comply. Tilting crack-dance, The earth received the soothing lance. Imprisoned in ditto jive, Oaks, Figs, gave tries. AndContinueContinue reading “Scared Twigs Twisted”

Humming Sorrow

Humming Sorrow (Replaces ‘a’ with ‘q’) Seeping smogged smithereens in mqrrows, Cqllous pqin hums hymnql sorrow: Junk jive embroidered with crescendoes, Rough rhythms in reefs grow Qs the offshoot red glow. Eqrs fqr qwqy heqrd The music crescendoes bled. Into pity, heqrts moved. Sixth octqve, notes improved. Teqrs trqiling trqcks, Pqin pqsting pqts, Music meltingContinueContinue reading “Humming Sorrow”

We, You, I (A Rap Song)

“I ain’t gonna be nothing, Cos it seem like f’ever I’ve been longing.” Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose, Skin so sore, malady of the toes. Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for, Studied chemistry and physics what have I got? I’ve got nothing, but walking, Turning like a wheel, with no Boris, FishingContinueContinue reading “We, You, I (A Rap Song)”