A Warning to the Curious

Here bound in velum, stitched with string,
A dark grimoire you may not touch,
It spelled the end for one strong king,
Pulled in by hands that claw and clutch.

Gray spirit hands will grab your wrist,
As goblins through the chamber float,
You'll feel your neck by pale wraiths kissed,
With grinning liches at your throat!

Blue dust sits thick upon this book,
Its hasps all iron shot with gold,
No nonsense will its keeper brook
Who lives beneath this volume's mold.

Here bound in velum, stitched with string,
A dark grimoire you may not touch
It spelled the end for one strong king,
Pulled in by hands that claw and clutch.




Poetry by Achernar
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Written on 2009-10-20 at 14:46

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Dee Daffodil
Ohhh how the forbidden intrigues us ! :-) Wonderful piece ! A great Halloween poem !! :-)
Hugs,
Dee
2010-02-17


Kathy Lockhart
I see witches and warlocks and vats of bubbling gruel. Nicely done imagery.
2009-10-23


Rob Graber
"Of this book thou shalt not read"--ah, how sweet must be the forbidden fruit... I WANTA READ IT!

Enjoyably spooky and eerie.

:-,?
2009-10-20