Master’s Murmur

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In the pine-filth of a lowland home Master fills his heavy jug And passes through the cornerstone To slake in silence in the mud The duchess shaking gold from gold In quiet halls of garden gloom Is swooning downward toward the sun Fresh crocuses in Mesmer’s room So nested with a silver yarn A spiral in the pony’s flesh She’s gliding up the country hill And keening for the gilded bed Chanting of a widow Tall shadow on the plain A tunnel through the ceiling A teapot of remains I fear the master’s murmur Comes drifting down the flue Aberrant void, hyaena heart ’Til springtime comes for you

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 08, 2026

Fallen is the poppy field Fallen is the light Fallen is the lid Risen is the sight As burning leaves Glide blackened snow Reversed up to the apse Spook finger smoke With coddling curl Seethes loving ‘tween the gaps Smolder on the rabbit hill The ice will be out walking The winter now is looking The blackbird nigh is talking

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 10, 2025

Lantern reprieve Irrlicht deceive Darkness and smoke Fortune revoke

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 10, 2025

A century of bluebells In a trance upon the slope Spiralized and longing For the mother to approach The couloir is the place to sleep When Jackie’s lamps have showed The purple flesh of angels Now rest wayward ‘neath the snow The purple flesh of angels Now rest wayward ‘neath the snow What’s above will come to earth What’s below will pierce the veil All between is dungeon damp Tension proves the billowed sail What’s above will always fall What’s below will rise again All the rest is cruel and coiled Suspension is the king of men

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 08, 2026

I fear the wing is bare The ritual is gone The twilight shows a brittle frown When creeping round the pond Forgotten field Forgotten knave The fleshed harp unstrung Beneath the frozen cobblestones Lie drippings of the tongue

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 10, 2025

Gold door to blindness Laughing on the knoll I will not see another spring Acclivity of old

Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 10, 2025

The window makes a stain upon the town The castle must remain inside the mist You only know a flower through the bell You only know a peasant from her bliss If blackbirds are the trumpets in the hall Then twilight is the hour of the feast If chanting is the archway through the gate Then silence is the tunnel to the beast You can’t see the ember With light on the hearth Tremble blue morning Keep in the dark If day blooms within Then I beg you resist Tremble blue morning Keep in the mist

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 10, 2025

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