meandering nightmare come to me
with septer black
and a soul so cold
entertain the bleak
and make it your own
darkness peaks and the light withdraws
delirium ensues and visions are known
sullen faith, culted in its bliss
welcomes you my dear
with a kiss greetings, my Queen
from the abyss
the void welcomes you home
from your long travels
while you travail in the mortal flesh
we sang to you quietly chaotic need,
you are a darkling over eternity
recognized in the Onyx Kingdom as a Goddess
at my behest I offer suitors
consorts to do with as you will
beautiful deadly, who I adore
walk with me now in your court
seeing is believing
all you've gathered is here
necromancer over the infernal lust
welcomes cruelty, servant to none
welcome home to rule
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dark, Written for a friend and posted here under another title. I can't remember it, and the poem isn't found if you read it and commented and remembered, please let me know ❤️,
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There’s a damn gothic fever-dream quality here, with the Onyx Kingdom, abyss, necromancer, and dark goddess imagery creating a world that feels seductive and dangerous at once. The strongest thread is the idea of the nightmare becoming a homecoming—the speaker isn’t fleeing the darkness anymore; they’re welcoming the Queen back to rule it.
hello dearest Thomas thank you graciously for reading and picking up the vibe and leaving such an awesome commet ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write with great storytelling my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian I deeply appreciate you ❤️