That Quaint Shallow Grave

THis is a poem i hop to be posted under darkness poems! That quaint shallow grave, Giftwrapped in withered flowers, decades dead, Who are these strange mourners with bloodied hands? Each glaring eye like a clouded shining moon. That quaint shallow grave, Carnally smeared with intense desperate reaches for love, Or how “love” is interpreted… Continue reading That Quaint Shallow Grave

From the Grave

The crescent moon overhead shown brightly above the large stone sepulcher, illuminating its cold cinder walls. Inside the century old vault, lay rest a massive sarcophagus. The room itself lay bare, aside from a few scattered scraps of age old debris. The only thing of any interest was the sarcophagus itself. The sides were engraved… Continue reading From the Grave