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Thank you for visiting A Carnival of Fables.  This is a poetry blog created by yours truly.  There are samples below of the kinds of poetry that you’ll find in this blog.  If you wish to explore above, here’s a quick guide.  If you wish to explore Long-Form Poetry, click The Stilted Man.  If you wish to explore Short-Form Poetry, click The Fiji Mermaid.  If you wish to explore poetry I wrote when I was a child and a teenager, click The Conjoined Fetus.  If you wish to explore fables and stories in poetry styles, click The Hobo Clown.  If you wish to explore more sexual poetry, most likely not for those under the age of 18, click The Peep Show.

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All art and poetry is original work, unless otherwise specified.  Additional art credits for the floral border in the Short Form Poetry (Fiji Mermaid) section headers go to Jedania on Deviant Art.  Additional art credits for the Steampunk ambient designs on the blog background go Artemis-Stock on Deviant Art.

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In Her Surrender

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Nocturnity beneath a shimmering, silvered moon, I walk amid a lifting wisp

In this necropolis where the curse of Sol did so timidly dim

Casting dispersion upon the western sky; Luna’s children arc to their goddess

Over the cold Autumn soil I saunter, staring aloft to such celestial majesty

Lowly, a voice carries through the dusking air, which ignites me in such carnality

Embers dim where her silhouette  arises, a form of despite where my eyes are frozen.

Black

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You’ve become void.  Your eyes show no light and your smile brings tears.  As your heart continues to darken, remember me.  Remember my touch.  Was it as black as yours?

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C. Allen Thompson – 2012

Cool Wind of the Night

It’s the cool wind of the night that hears my whispers;

that carries my words into the faint haze of the stars, hidden beneath an opaque blanket of clouds.

By the faint and yellow light of streetlamps, I sit on cleared stone.

Its frigid touch reminds me that I feel, even without empathy. Even without sympathy.

It’s the brisk wind of the night that cools my hands as the suburban city light surrounds me, denying entrance to the darkness of night.

Though cold, its warmth is like the warm embrace of a lover, the sweaty touch and moist lips that caress my skin.

In the night is where I feel the very touch that reminds me I’m alive.

It reminds me I must watch others through my struggles so they too can know what I feel at this moment.

A tear to know happiness; a wound to know comfort; the brisk wind of the night, to know the soothing warmth of day.

Subtly, I fade, so that I may shine tomorrow.

Bathory Mantra

 

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Arisen with dusk, her form ascends

As her chariot soars the Carpathians

Her eyes e’er black as a raven’s syzygy among her steed’s descent

Darvulia waits near the fortress gates

Descending Cahtice her steeds in haste

The ardent night’s fog surrenders in awe to the countess’ form whose hair set the sky aflame

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Come now, my queen, o’er the archangel’s flight

A virgin to whore I wish thee of this night

Breaking

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You’re everything that I thought I’d never be.

I see in you, what I thought I would never see.

You are the epitome of all things I hold dear to me.

You speak the words that I thought I’d never hear.

You hold the touch that strips away my fear.

And I don’t remember why it took me so long.

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C. Allen Thompson – 2002

The Consequence

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They try to threaten our existence

With fire and intimidation

To threaten our way of life, but I will not live in fear

If t’s war you want, then war you will receive

My vow to destroy mine enemies, shall breed your last breath

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There is no book, there is no god to beg

To spare you from the consequences

Voices in the Dark

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I awake this night with no one next me.

Another took your heart, without a care, you let me bleed.

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All I feel is pain, and the dark that lurks behind.

All I feel is them telling me to take my life.

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Voices in the dark.

Voices in the dark.

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I still smell your scent upon my bed,

Where I once held you tight.

The place where we made love, our bodies as one,

In the sacred light.

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Take just one last trip, to his bed where you lay.

Take just one last look, into your eyes to say goodbye.

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Voices in the dark.

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I look to the moon, on this lycanthropic night.

I fall with my face to the sky, to see the stars before I die.

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Voices in the dark.

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C. Allen Thompson – 1999

Black Kisses

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Your body so cold, sweat by the fire

I have no memories with you, only desire

Our wet bodies swarm next to each other

Beautiful demon, there could be no other

You’re the force behind my sin

You’re the black buried deeply within

When we make love, my life begins

My fantasies hold only you within

Poisoned

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A shattered mirror upon the floor

Spiders creeping on my door

On my leg a bitten sore

From the snakes upon my floor

Fire ants swarming on my bed

Sheets of white now stained of red

The only thing in side my head

Is that soon I’ll likely be dead

I feel poison in my veins

Feel my parasite-laden brain

I can feel nothing but pain

Seeing my blood fall like torrent rain

My skin shriveled, falling onto the floor

Blood against carpet like water to shore

This insanity screams more, more!

It’s only death and nothing more.

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C. Allen Thompson – 1996

Fallen

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Bloodstains disgrace my stability

My will lies in ruins of impurity

Within the thresholds of catastrophe

I speak the words of heresy

I’ve witnessed the rape of liberty

I’ve burned the bridges of amnesty

Compassion is such an evil word

I stalk the path of blasphemy

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Power

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Aggression, our only link to our past

Those who will smite history, severed and smashed

The death of compassion at the birthing of power

Who shall inherit the earth, shall refuse in the end

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This species was not meant to encounter

The grip of technology, flourishing power

Creating a species of frivolous cowards

Yet they all will regress to their knees on the hour

The Little Death

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You sit beside me.  Your body trembles with lust.  I smell your desires from here.

Over your flesh rises steams of transgression, misting through your skin, through your sheer.

Unknown to me how anyone could resist the smell, the scent that has taken us over.

Seething inside, I cannot resist the sweet taste of your crimson clover.

Touching, groping, laughing, moaning, gleefully tasting every inch that I can.

I can’t, I won’t stop this beastly carnality, the smell of your sex began.

Lips to flesh, so moist and sweet, your legs gripping tighter with every kiss.

Lust in love, the burden of desire, the flowing cataract of your shaking bliss.