Mark R Slaughter


Talons Of A Gothic Mind - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

She of talons, borne from gothic mind-
Steel of blue her chilly stare,
Pitch of black her fetid blood-
Whence there came an evil flare

To terrorise the weeping kind
Befogged in mental mire; to rape
The shore with phallic waves -
And all for lust, her one desire:

Corrupt the sand of innocence
Without a case for penitence,
Or cause for such as reticence -
While coming on her priapismic fire.


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Comments about Talons Of A Gothic Mind by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie - 484 Points Patti Masterman (11/17/2009 8:23:00 AM)

    Wow, that's come interesting language there you've used to capture the ideas with. Nice style. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, May 21, 2012


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