Carpathia: A Dramatic Poem

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Titan wood and haunted hill, vales in which the wolf doth kill. Wisps that in the morass glow, mounts with diadems of snow. Fog that swirls over moor and heath, the tawny owl sings from the trees. From the ponds the old toad calls, this is where our drapery falls. Eight hooves that pound the midnight groove. Over stock and stone a carriage that winds, upward the mountain pass, deep into the wild. Crushing stone and shattering bough under wooden wheel, and moonlight breaks in spruce and fir and paints the night unreal. Titan wood and haunted hill, vales in which the wolf doth kill. Wisps that in the morass glow, mounts with diadems of snow. Secrecies lurk in darkness! A spell was cast upon this night. With ruthless hand and turbid eyes the coachman drives his brute, that snarls and sniffs but rushes on to escape that spook. Six hours as the raven flies, still to acquainted land, six hours 'til the sun will rise and morning shall ascend. Sleep my dear, don't bother thee with the idle talk, of curse and evil blood that runeth in thy veins. In the cabin lies asleep, unblessed by fevered dreams, a traveller on his way home towards the sun's first beams. Fog that swirls over moor and heath, the tawny owl sings from the trees. From the ponds the old toad calls, when the darkened drapery falls. Secrecies lurk in darkness! A spell was cast upon this night. Secrecies lurk in darkness! A spell was cast upon this night.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

From the deepest valleys, to the highest mountain peaks, the sun caress with care. Carpathia, all hail to thee, thy beauty is beyond compare. When the soft white shrouds of morning dew, lay down on meadows green. Thy praise is due, but keep thy poetry, for the night you haven't seen. For when the sun doth set in Carpathia, and the worm that gnaws the grave, crawls hence forth from gulf and cave. And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia, then the creature leaves the lair, and the ghost is on the stair. For there is no such beauty in the morning light, nor in the later hours of day. As when darkness fell in the deep pinewoods, and the wolves go hunt their prey! Ah, you should hear the sweet sullen song, of the night birds call to the moon. and the glorious howling sound of the wind, in all wastes and plains marooned. For when the sun doth set in Carpathia, and the worm that gnaws the grave, crawls hence forth from gulf and cave. And when the moon doth rise in Carpathia, then the creature leaves the lair, and the ghost is on the stair.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

So these are the walls wherein hides my doom, and night, when it falls, brings ghoul-ridden gloom? Rest shall I find in here 'til death doth his deed. Away with these tales of aghast that bereaveth my sleep! Now wine and dim light bring slumber to me! A new morning shall prove them all wrong, them olde creeps and their dull fairytale fantasy! The haunt is on! And to thee all night appears, sans the quiet of her spheres. No longer can I bare the pesterings of light, safe the sacred fires that moon and stars ignite. Good is evil, wrong is right and thy horrors my delight! The haunt is on! No rest will I find as long as a dream, within my wretched mind, brings darkness to sheen. For sorrow and woe, seem my destiny, no thought of dispersion, nor gleams of the hope, of the hopeless have found into me! And to thee all night appears, sans the quiet of her spheres. No longer can I bare the pesterings of light, safe the sacred fires that moon and stars ignite. Good is evil, wrong is right and thy horrors my delight!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Truth, thy ways, what shall they bring to me? What is soothing dream, what grim reality? These days I strive, I hunt for clarity, but yet I found an abyss of agony! Appeareth the nymph: Deep down in these waters I waited for eternity. Call me thy sister, thy sister Najade! Glaring light of truth, what didst thou send to me? That soothing dream gave way to grim reality! No longer shall I hunt for clarity. Now that I found her here in brightest blasphemy! Deep down in these waters, she waited for eternity. I call her sister, sister Najade!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

One thousand and one year ago in darkest age of yore. Man prayed to the ancient Gods and lived by secret lore. One ancestor of thine, whose blood runs in thy vein, who travelled all the seas, was said to be insane. So in one fateful night, when clouds did hang the moon, he crossed the river Nile and settled our doom. In the strange realms of Arabia he fell to gem and gold. And in his greed he cursed ye all by a spell of old. Temples were made, built by thousand hands. And evil did create gold from the desert sands. Gem on gold, stone on bone and all did pray to great Kutulu! One thousand and one year ago in darkest age of yore. Man prayed to the ancient Gods and lived by secret lore. Grand evil was invoked, just one word can describe. Kutulu was the bane that rode the winds of night. Great riches he did bring to those that served his deed, but death and doom was cast on folk not of his seed. All women have been stained, filled with his black cum. His malice runs in thee, be cursed Kutulu's son! Temples were made, built by thousand hands. And evil did create gold from the desert sands. Gem on gold, stone on bone and all did pray to great Kutulu!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

A moonless sky, midnight was nigh, no sound did break the still. A strange mystique was felt in all, a spirit that seemed wrong and ill. Suddenly the cold winds blew and coyotes howled afar. A mighty thunder shattered earth, the growl of grand NGAA. Whispering voices could be heard, uttering a foul spell. Man circled round a secret stone and summoned greatest hell! Cold blades did light in darkness, and the high priestess started the unholy rite. Ia, Ia, Kutulu Fhtagn! Ia, R'lyeh Kutulu Fhtagn! Blood was shed unto the stone that raised into the air. And from below snakes did appear, but God knows what was truly there. Cold blades did light in darkness, and all the desert seemed to join the blasphemy. Ia, Ia, Kutulu Fhtagn! Ia, R'lyeh Kutulu Fhtagn!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Now here I stand shadow engulfed, truth at hand, yet unresolved, the mystery that holds me tight, to lore and craft of shade and night. In dreary hours, dreams did unfold, and prophecies that have been told, appeared to me as plain unreal, but destiny hath broke the seal. The charm is done, the seal is broken! In every part of mine chaos hath been woken. The spell fulfilled, the darkness has won. Nothing could ever bring me back, the charm is done! Now here I stand shadow engulfed, truth at hand, yet unresolved, the mystery that holds me tight, to lore and craft of shade and night. The charm is done, the seal is broken! In every part of mine chaos hath been woken. The spell fulfilled, the darkness has won. Nothing could ever bring me back, the charm is done! I shall dwell in the abyss in glory and in wonder, in spheres in which my blackened heart forever mayest ponder in darkness.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025