Monday, October 30, 2017

The Death of Twilight

by D. L. Myers









Alone the ruddy leaves in Twilight’s grasp


Sail high against the purple sky’s dark coat


And paint the rising moon upon the clouds,


A jaundiced eye that foully stares and gloats.






A creeping ground-fog haunts the dying light


And furtive things peer from within its midst;


Disturbing faces drifting in the brume


With leprous, evil smiles that leer and twist.






All Hallow’s Eve has come with Twilight’s death


And witch-light blooms in every pumpkin maw;


Vile glimmers in the inky, spreading night


Where feral demons grope with tooth and claw.






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by Ashley Dioses 

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2 comments:

  1. Russ ParkhurstOctober 30, 2017 9:48 PM

    Nicely penned.

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  2. shaunNovember 08, 2017 9:08 PM

    Man, I love this poem. The illustration at the top was done by my good friend, Jesse Stevens—one of the original core freezine artists. (The image of Nyarlathotep at the bottom—the hypergate to the Ashley Dioses poem—is a detail from a larger illustration by another good friend of mine, Darren Gonzales—an amazing tattoo artist—he originally submitted it to be the illustration for the story Nyarlathotep, by H. P. Lovecraft, featured in the October, 2010 issue, "The Freezine Resurrects the Dead."

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