The Ghosts of Perdition
The ghosts of perdition in dismal pursuit!
Phantasmal visitants — so resolute,
Eager as hounds on my trail ere I walk,
Vultures that follow and stalk…
Hollow as husks and formidably riled,
Woven of heartache so terribly styled,
Leaving me wan and completely defiled,
Weary in wilderness wild.
Blackness entwined in the roots of the tree,
Poisonous prickles in glutinous glee,
Wending their way to a deeper decay,
Ghosts — sent to slaughter and slay.
Ghosts of perdition, upon me again,
“Adam is damned” their eternal refrain—
Flown to the swamps where the heaven can’t touch!
Haunted with goblins and such!
Ghosts of perdition with blood on their mind,
Blood from a human, the loveliest kind,
Preying like animals, lioness skill,
Hearts ideating the kill.
Ghosts of perdition as rank as the bog,
Filtering spectrally, fashioned of fog,
Leaning to whisper their torment again,
Thrumming eternal like rain.
Ghosts of perdition; they sing by the moon,
Sawing their fiddles, a harrowing tune,
Over and over — by Satan we’re damned,
Vacant of God’s sweet command.
ADL
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