When the Darkness Answered by Richard Bell

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Time can be a heavy corpse dragged into a shallow grave
Minutes whittled down to seconds
Sharpened into vampires weapons
I wish I could regenerate
Return from death an awful sight
Pressed upon the window pane
A grimace caught in candle light
Macabre diseased deformed reviled
A sausage skin filled up with rot
Pus weeps like a widowed bride
Stomach churned with worms inside
Maggots writhe on purple bloat
Blowfly larvae flee in plumes
Putrid stench a pungent gag
Bulge until expulsion sag
And then in full moon savage disc
A calling to the fang and claw
Transformed, the star will shift in shape
The wolf is out and won the war
And lightening bolt a million volts
A twitch a judder spasm jolt
Stitched and pieced from many folk
Connected by a carriage bolt
A monster crush obsessed am I
From child on up to man
When asked what fear excites in me?
The darkness answered tacitly
Perhaps my loneliness sought solace
In the realm of fear and dread
When asked what makes my warm blood freeze?
The darkness answered quietly
All manner of bizarre and foul
Changing forms and evil freaks
A monster made by harsh abuse
Unstoppable and never speaks
There’s evil that invades the soul
There’s evil from beyond the sky
Abhorrent abomination born
To bring about the prince of lies
A chilling tale obsessed am I
From child on up to man
When asked what haunts my
vivid dreams?
The darkness answered gingerly
Perhaps the sadness of my youth
Was manifest in gore and fright?
When asked what gives me morbid glee?
The darkness answered selfishly
And as I conjure horrors up
To fill my ghoulish needs
What is your deepest fear I ask?
The darkness answered
Come to me.

Dark Lord Morgoth by Leadedblade

Dark Lord Morgoth by Leadedblade

Original written poetry by Richard Bell

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The Last Breath in the Water by Richard Bell

(Dedicated to Ophelia by Sir John Everett Millais)

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Titian strands are tentacles
in the trickled stream
The rushes join the chamomile
in sober sway of sadness
Carnations freed from gentle hands and lungs filled up inside
The beautiful Ophelia
Has died
Intricate bejewelled gown
billows in the flow
Overhanging mourning flowers overcome with grief
Alabaster muse succumbed
to tragic suicide
The beautiful Ophelia
Has died
Flotilla in a floral tribute
flank her corpulence
Could they be more delicate
than her tragic frame?
Hands held up in youthful grace that entropy denied
The beautiful Ophelia
Has died
A muse with purity of spirit
Never caught in sight ’til now
The saturated scene, heartache
A lifeless radiance
Awake
Blue and red and white
they nestle in the undulation
The tree bears flecks reflected
in her tendril auburn hair
Lips still ruddy drawn from cheeks a youthful bloom denied
The beautiful Ophelia
Has died
A muse, the wonder of the world
A Venus to her beau
The watery grave her soul to keep
A lifeless radiance
Asleep
She descends to shallow waters
in her startled gasp
A comet set in starless night
a sight presenting awe
And all who see her fleeting plunge the artist does belie
The beautiful Ophelia
Has died

Ophelia (1851 - 1852) by John Everett Millais / Melancholia (2011) by Lars von Trier

Ophelia (1851 – 1852) by John Everett Millais / Melancholia (2011) by Lars von Trier

Original written poetry tribute by Richard Bell

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Fall the scarlet leaves by Richard Bell

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The breath of winter stings the morning air and chills the night descent
Growth is stunted by the tyranny
a failing sun resents
Longer than the eagle’s span
the shadows stretch to fray
Fall the scarlet leaves
a carpet of alizarin displayed
Undergrowth of blackthorn is
a barb to rival harshest tongues
Deciduous branch wept to bare the majesty is all undone
Charcoal streaks on battered canvas, skeletal and pitiful
Fall the scarlet leaves as nature bleeds, the fires wax lyrical
Darkness overwhelms the dreams of daylight in the autumn shed
Joy, that was frivolity in summer months, at roadside dead
Closed up to the elements are faces charged with grim reposte
The terse winds thick with vapour are a prelude to a gasping frost
The scarlet leaves are carried into circles as they dance the reel
A giddiness of children in the bliss of ignorance, they yield
To savouring the moment when their beauty captivates the eye
A shame the blaze shall soften pink when smothered by the silent white
Relish autumn russet, in its riches, scattered all around
For all too soon effulgence exsanguinated into grey and brown
Fall the scarlet leaves and be reminded in advancing age
That we should leave, as they leave, triumphantly
and not just fade away.

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Original written poetry by Richard Bell

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