Necrodance

Here death is so loud
Corpses slowly rise from
The cold earthly cloud
In this frozen winter forest
Watch the entrancing necro dance
As narrated by the old lorist
Watch their shadows dancing
Like ghost marionettes on his face
Fed by the sleek flames prancing

In these feral forests
The unnatural thrive
In these winter forests
The necro dancers cry

Wolves quietly prowl the snow
Creating a babbling corpse run-off
To join the roaring dark pooling flow
In this evil betrothed winter forest
You might become a putrefying dancer
As warned by the old hermit lorist
In this dark and shadowed land
Evil eyes watch you all in a mirrored place
Where your pulse is contraband

In these feral forests
The unnatural thrive
In these winter forests
The necro dancers cry

And when summer comes
The forest turns a dark sullen green
The rain pours strong and cold
The dancers rest fitfully
And resort to a haunting whisper

In a winter’s forest so feral
Nothing is what it seems

And the old man, the lorist, retreats into his lair
And looks out the window with an in-human stare
How can a living being survive so long with the dead?
But observe closely, he has no heart beat, he has no breath
There’s an image in his non dilating eyes, one of living death
Could it be. . . this forest is his stage?
Is it that the dead are his loyal theater troupe?
Is it that the evil vibrations are notes of his symphony?
Is the necro dance held every winter’s night by . . .
Him, a necromancer?

In a winter’s forest so feral
Nothing is what it seems. . .
Or is it
 
Thank you very much. I'm still gonna work on it in the future, but I put it on here because the imagery was inspired by Berserk. I think there might be others also inspired by Berserk, but most of them take influence out of Poe and Lovecraft.
 

Bunnet

Gender is our true trap
If you ever finish it you should repost it, not like I see anything wrong with it sense no poet but can appreciate good work
 
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