Submissions by Pravus
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write only when I get inspiration. I usually filter my poems around hatred and loss. But more recently I have been able to filter them through hidden desires.
Death
Darkness,
Pure freezing darkness.
Spine tingles,
I awaken in a black field.
How?
How can this be?
Pure freezing darkness.
Spine tingles,
I awaken in a black field.
How?
How can this be?
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The Sisters
Sisters with poison breath,
Bring to the land a long slow death.
But death comes swiftly if you dare,
To find each sisters hidden lair.
Strangers do not pass this way,
All are doomed who disobey.
Turn your faces to the west,
Death awaits in the sisters nest.
Do not enter this domain,
Flee this realm of fear and pain.
Death and terror both await,
Anyone who enters Asphodels’ Gate.
If you pass your fate is sealed,
Ahead pure evil lies concealed.
Turn now while you have life and breath,
Flee now this realm of living death.
Lose and...
Bring to the land a long slow death.
But death comes swiftly if you dare,
To find each sisters hidden lair.
Strangers do not pass this way,
All are doomed who disobey.
Turn your faces to the west,
Death awaits in the sisters nest.
Do not enter this domain,
Flee this realm of fear and pain.
Death and terror both await,
Anyone who enters Asphodels’ Gate.
If you pass your fate is sealed,
Ahead pure evil lies concealed.
Turn now while you have life and breath,
Flee now this realm of living death.
Lose and...
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The Moon
At last the continuous repetition of the past,
The lunar sun has risen at last.
I am so sure,
Once she has risen we will feel pleasure.
The Moon with her silver light,
Shows through the darkness of night.
She is the light princess,
Of the light and night she will possess.
The Moon has such power,
Whose beauty will never sour.
Her power is foreign and wild,
Layer upon layer her energy and strength is piled.
The Moon is my dear,
Her beauty rids oneself of fear.
Couple claim its pure luck,
They are only moonstruck.
Of the Moon the...
The lunar sun has risen at last.
I am so sure,
Once she has risen we will feel pleasure.
The Moon with her silver light,
Shows through the darkness of night.
She is the light princess,
Of the light and night she will possess.
The Moon has such power,
Whose beauty will never sour.
Her power is foreign and wild,
Layer upon layer her energy and strength is piled.
The Moon is my dear,
Her beauty rids oneself of fear.
Couple claim its pure luck,
They are only moonstruck.
Of the Moon the...
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