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    dots Submission Name: The Kingdots

    Author: DaleP
    ASL Info:    57/M/TX
    Elite Ratio:    6.21 - 629/553/330
    Words: 253
    Class/Type: Poetry/Satire
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    dotsThe Kingdots

    Under a sick and trumpery moon
    go the unwary, never realizing
    that beneath the shallow surface
    of their reality lurks a most gruesome
    guest. One who is flagrantly sentient,
    always on the verge of delirium,
    who speaks a truth only the eldritch gods
    will ever know.

    A deranged shadow,
    he writhes his hands, hands that have
    never shown mercy, hands that are
    not hands but talon claws.
    He whirls blackness into midnights
    of putrid creation.
    He allows his long dead thoughts to thrive
    within sores that once were citadels;
    He comes in the form of Golgotha winds
    to render stars in dimmer glow
    and make hearts flicker low.

    sanity living as a vague apparition
    of all monstrous things;
    things half-seen built with columns of blood,
    worshiped in tear drenched temples
    that abide on nameless stone
    in a void of space that
    drinks eternity and spews vibronic vapors
    he melds darkness into spheres of
    abysmal light.

    Moreover, through this his
    molting graveyard of a universe
    the rhythmic, loathsome beating of no remorse
    is heard as a bombination of drums. This combined
    with the shrill, monotone whine of profane
    flutes drifts to earth as a vision
    of inconceivable, black caverns.

    Deifying time, his abominable pounding
    and piping, leads him to a macabre ballet
    of evil incarnate, the ultimate farce
    of the gods his blind, voiceless, mindless
    cry, has become no more than
    the crawling chaos of his world.

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    ||| Comments |||
      Horns for a king? How about for a king as well as a Holy Roman Emperor? Quite suitable methinks.

    | Posted on 2011-01-19 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      I've got to hand it to ya , I'm almost at a loss for words . Of all the diabolically deviate denizens I've met down here at the bizarre bazaar you have definitely got your stranger weirdness down . Your estranged ensemble orchestrations , and mirador bartizan panorama tableaus are positive fabulist facade fantasias . Ghastly gruesome grotesque and hideously horrible awfully terrible . Maniacally macabre to the point of brusque . I feel like an atrociously impetuous impudent on the impromptu innuendo junctural where the only defense left is the heinously horrendous . What do you do late at night when the impending preponderance of all those residual harmonic vibrations collide ? It must be positively contusional when the indigenous endemic get together with the intrinsic inherency and sabbat conclave have an incarnate innate up germane . I know after reading them my in extremis extremity meld nuance armored nonce is having a cantankerous cantilever capacity holocaust . A cataclysmically catastrophic impetus intrigue , it's like my vituperatively vociferous obstreperously abstruse and apposite makes atomic bombs appear infantile . I mean to tell you , you really get my dander up . In a good way !

    | Posted on 2011-01-07 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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