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Quinces

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Pleasure is her acid,
ecstasy her insanity,
Hell's Venus who inhabits every earthen vile lusts,
power is the beauty of her bosom,
she whispers in serpentine sighs,
succubus tongue slithering into souls,
vanity's salvia oozes over will.

Mind's infected with obsession of glory,
greed inflames with blinding savagery,
hands turning to ravaging talons
claws for taste of her wicked juices.

Demons slip into the cracks of the will,
hearts turned dark cannibals of life,
devouring, slaughtering so lasciviously,
in hopes to reach the throne mirage
she kisses in the heads with her flaming tease.

For the few not butchered in the quest
who survive to ascend the rocky slopes of fame,
they find the peak cancerous and putrid
because it is the devil's amusement chamber.

Crowns claim have viper's poison
nightmares visit to rob any peace
worms of macabre and ghoulish images
eat any joy that once feed slumber's ease.

By the moment when those enslaved by this vixen's lure
decide to escape the dream paradise turned hideous horror,
it is too late, for the Hades' goblins now use one's spirit
as their home for terrifying games of unbearable pain.

Passion's flush turns pallor
while true reward for this journey has its hour
ashen stains of deepest fright
now keep the conscious trapped in eternal night,
still wearing the robes of pride
condemned quinces in agony forever from consequence of seduction,
woven as brimstone's rancid sackcloth to one's hide.

 

 

Author notes

Only labeled adult because of picture

PROMPT: http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r53/shadowdancing1983/Excorcism.jpg

Please credit "Terra Exorcism Surveillance - George Grie" in your AN.

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Comments

  • chiefmac
    July 4

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    Oh this is dark, with lascivious touches. The reader is awed by this creation of vile. The depths of depravity glare into the readers face hoping to catch their mind in this mire of pain and filth. The shape complements the nature of the poem. The ideas are telling the reader not to be trapped by these goblins and events unfold to leave the skin on the back of the neck crawl. Great write. Thanks for this read- Dan


  • Luckintheshadows
    July 4
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    Oh my! what an excellent poem you've written here! you have done such a brilliant job with the prompt. Truly, your words are so haunting, their images flash through my mind.
    These 2 lines really stood out for me:
    "who survive to ascend the rocky slopes of fame,
    they find the peak cancerous and putrid"

    thanks for sharing, and for entering my contest,

    Luck.

  • maralisa gold member
    July 3

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    Mind's infected with obsession of glory,
    greed inflames with blinding savagery,hands turning to ravaging talons claws for taste of her wicked juicesDemons slip into the cracks of the will,
    hearts turned dark cannibals of life,.Passion's flush turns pallor
    while true reward for this journey has its hour
    ashen stains of deepest fright
    now keep the conscious trapped in eternal night,
    still wearing the robes of pride
    condemned quinces in agony forever from consequence of seduction,
    woven as brimstone's rancid sackcloth to one's hide.a great poem full of darkness and goe great with picture good luck in the contest