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A Haunting Masquerade
By Riven Waker
Atop a great tower of enigma
Dwell cloistered in weirding majesty
The ascendant remnants of a stranger race
Engaging in mysticism
of a quizzical riddling
Donned in odd guise
In any sense nevertheless
In manifold curiosities
Or curioser mask of queer creature
As
well
Through mutual blood-drinking and carousal
They arouse ecstacy
They kill the time in surreal intervals of a programmed
Space
Amongst them lurks the damned one
With spear tip tail
And
It will tell this tale
In olden deeps of forest keep
Where
the will o the wisp dwells
Lies the gateway to descension
A passageway
to Hells
The purest forms of addiction
Arise in their labyrinthine
Halls
The internal flame is raised
The demons' name
are praised
Why o why creator
Did you burden us
With
such filth of thought
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Published on Friday, August 7, 2009.
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Comments on "A Haunting Masquerade"
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A former member wrote:
nicely done
"They kill the time in surreal intervals of a programmed
Space "
i don't understand that line
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On Friday, November 20, 2009, Riven Waker
(323)
wrote:
i suppose it's just an abstract bit - thank you though
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