On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> >
> Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > PUREHEART
> >
> > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > while the scent
> > of feral breath pervades
> > the star-chilled air,
> > heady with danger, waiting,
> > revenant ...
> > moving between the shadows
> > unaware that I can sense
> > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > Know there shall come to pass
> > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > corrosive tears that burn away
> > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > it dare not face --
> > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > with head held high in company of man.
> > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > as blood runs warm
> > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > watching life depart
> > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.

Seconded!

Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > >
> > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > PUREHEART
> > >
> > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > while the scent
> > > of feral breath pervades
> > > the star-chilled air,
> > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > revenant ...
> > > moving between the shadows
> > > unaware that I can sense
> > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > it dare not face --
> > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > as blood runs warm
> > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > watching life depart
> > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> Seconded!
>
> Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
The poem is pure...poetry!

On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:51:42 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > > >
> > > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > > PUREHEART
> > > >
> > > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > > while the scent
> > > > of feral breath pervades
> > > > the star-chilled air,
> > > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > > revenant ...
> > > > moving between the shadows
> > > > unaware that I can sense
> > > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > > it dare not face --
> > > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > > as blood runs warm
> > > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > > watching life depart
> > > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> > Seconded!
> >
> > Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
> The poem is pure...poetry!

Fourthed! You know, I've published some poetry in a horror zine, myself!

On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 2:32:10 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:51:42 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > > > >
> > > > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > > > PUREHEART
> > > > >
> > > > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > > > while the scent
> > > > > of feral breath pervades
> > > > > the star-chilled air,
> > > > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > > > revenant ...
> > > > > moving between the shadows
> > > > > unaware that I can sense
> > > > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > > > it dare not face --
> > > > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > > > as blood runs warm
> > > > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > > > watching life depart
> > > > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > > > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> > > Seconded!
> > >
> > > Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
> > The poem is pure...poetry!
> Fourthed! You know, I've published some poetry in a horror zine, myself!

Loves me sum horror. Edgar Allan Poland was one of my inspirations.

On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 9:11:29 AM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 2:32:10 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:51:42 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > > > > >
> > > > > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > > > > PUREHEART
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > > > > while the scent
> > > > > > of feral breath pervades
> > > > > > the star-chilled air,
> > > > > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > > > > revenant ...
> > > > > > moving between the shadows
> > > > > > unaware that I can sense
> > > > > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > > > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > > > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > > > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > > > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > > > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > > > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > > > > it dare not face --
> > > > > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > > > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > > > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > > > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > > > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > > > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > > > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > > > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > > > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > > > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > > > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > > > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > > > > as blood runs warm
> > > > > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > > > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > > > > watching life depart
> > > > > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > > > > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> > > > Seconded!
> > > >
> > > > Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
> > > The poem is pure...poetry!
> > Fourthed! You know, I've published some poetry in a horror zine, myself!
> Loves me sum horror. Edgar Allan Poland was one of my inspirations.

He's good... for a non-Canucklander.

On Friday, March 10, 2023 at 3:17:30 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 9:11:29 AM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 2:32:10 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:51:42 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > > > > > PUREHEART
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > > > > > while the scent
> > > > > > > of feral breath pervades
> > > > > > > the star-chilled air,
> > > > > > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > > > > > revenant ...
> > > > > > > moving between the shadows
> > > > > > > unaware that I can sense
> > > > > > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > > > > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > > > > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > > > > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > > > > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > > > > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > > > > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > > > > > it dare not face --
> > > > > > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > > > > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > > > > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > > > > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > > > > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > > > > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > > > > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > > > > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > > > > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > > > > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > > > > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > > > > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > > > > > as blood runs warm
> > > > > > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > > > > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > > > > > watching life depart
> > > > > > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > > > > > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> > > > > Seconded!
> > > > >
> > > > > Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
> > > > The poem is pure...poetry!
> > > Fourthed! You know, I've published some poetry in a horror zine, myself!
> > Loves me sum horror. Edgar Allan Poland was one of my inspirations.
> He's good... for a non-Canucklander.
The best thing for you is that his work is not under copyright.

On Friday, March 10, 2023 at 10:19:53 AM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> On Friday, March 10, 2023 at 3:17:30 PM UTC, George Dunce wrote:
> > On Thursday, March 9, 2023 at 9:11:29 AM UTC-5, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, March 8, 2023 at 2:32:10 PM UTC-5, George Dunce wrote:
> > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 2:51:42 PM UTC-5, NancyGene wrote:
> > > > > On Monday, February 27, 2023 at 5:54:41 PM UTC, Will Donkey wrote:
> > > > > > On Friday, April 24, 2015 at 1:40:06 PM UTC-4, Julius W wrote:
> > > > > > > On Thursday, April 23, 2015 at 2:18:42 PM UTC-4, Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > > > > > I'm playing around a little with form on this one -- don't know why, but my Muse insisted.
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Guess She wanted it to have a more modern feel ... say 1941? ;-
> > > > > > > > PUREHEART
> > > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > Wild eyes flash savage hunger
> > > > > > > > while the scent
> > > > > > > > of feral breath pervades
> > > > > > > > the star-chilled air,
> > > > > > > > heady with danger, waiting,
> > > > > > > > revenant ...
> > > > > > > > moving between the shadows
> > > > > > > > unaware that I can sense
> > > > > > > > a presence secret as a harlot's kiss,
> > > > > > > > on darkened streets where blood beats mad tattoos.
> > > > > > > > Know there shall come to pass
> > > > > > > > tonight a prophecy that's long withstood
> > > > > > > > corrosive tears that burn away
> > > > > > > > the lacework cage wherein a heart lies bound,
> > > > > > > > untouched, sealed off from youthful cares
> > > > > > > > it dare not face --
> > > > > > > > an ageworn curse with straining sinew couched
> > > > > > > > like stalking pard or spider set to sting.
> > > > > > > > Could I enshroud my thoughts
> > > > > > > > in sacks of hair! black as a midnight sky
> > > > > > > > or demon wing that cuts the moonlit clouds,
> > > > > > > > or lecher's stare by downward glance concealed --
> > > > > > > > then would my wretched spirit walk again
> > > > > > > > with head held high in company of man.
> > > > > > > > But evil thoughts fetch darker deeds,
> > > > > > > > reap twice their weight in sin; 'til I would fain
> > > > > > > > make like the purblind beast that tears
> > > > > > > > the breast of one it should hold dear
> > > > > > > > as blood runs warm
> > > > > > > > to form a morbid feast -- ensanguined fangs consume
> > > > > > > > the pounding fear in grunts and whimpers
> > > > > > > > watching life depart
> > > > > > > > in scarlet ribbons from a silenced heart.
> > > > > > > Back in your horror mode, I see. As always, you're the true Master of the Macabre.
> > > > > > Seconded!
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Julius was always known for his exquisite taste in poetry.
> > > > > The poem is pure...poetry!
> > > > Fourthed! You know, I've published some poetry in a horror zine, myself!
> > > Loves me sum horror. Edgar Allan Poland was one of my inspirations.
> > He's good... for a non-Canucklander.
> The best thing for you is that his work is not under copyright.

Hee-haw!!!

She done nailed ya there, George!