Love Poem: Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss Collaboration With Robert J Lindley
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Written by: Kurt Ravidas

Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss Collaboration With Robert J Lindley

Dancing In Horror With Fate In Blackest Abyss 
Collaboration with Robert J. Lindley 

I walk mountain storm, step out to cut deep its edge
forever tempting that fall from its narrow ledge,
in the midst of ravenous rage and great sorrows
this beseeching spirit begs for more tomorrows;
yet as silence echoes from tumultuous skies
there is that cold ache telling me heaven denies!

I wade dark poison seas, with heart's pains in my head
begging night's deep cutting shadows leave my cold bed,
from walls revealing hellish pits in dark abodes
comes a beast, in its clawed hands agony it holds;
shrieking, it pushes epic sorrows down my throat
it surrounds my bed with its poison snake filled moat!

I follow, trails into oblivion's black lairs
weaving my own red blood into finely spun snares,
with decaying memories as forgotten host
dancing in tune with Fate's blackest accursed ghost,
as fading calls beg me to wake, seek my retreat
Raven smiles, summons me forth to its sweet bride meet!

I cross the edge between the living and the dead.
O, Raven, spread your wings and lead the way ahead
through the sulphureous  and bottomless abyss 
where ghosts of paramours lament for their lost bliss
into each other's arms and echo of the vows
of love fade slowly out in their postmortem drowse.

I pass through hades which no mortals ever passed
What mortals! Belphegor itself would be aghast 
at just a thought to look into the narrow eyes 
of the primordial chaos and fear. Here dies
last light: a shine of stellas, a brilliance of trope,
a glow of mind, a blaze of love, a ray of hope.

"You came a long way," Raven smiles again. "Behold
your true and only ladylove". And then my world -
the hell, the darkness, the despondency, the fright -
exploded like a supernova, and the light
was so intense that all the words are not enough
to turn it dark again… And it was you, my love.

Alas! Exists no words to express how I feel
is this just a dream or is it flesh and blood real
epic shock, was a lightning bolt sent through my veins
then Raven spoke, "I hold her because of your stains,
come child, watch as I make her cry out in sweet pain,
such is punishment for your youthful, evil gains"!

I falling down, then broke into total despair
from seeing my love chained, with red-soaked hair
not then knowing the red was only red grape wine
the threat was her sacrifice on which beasts would dine
I could plainly see the immense fear in her eyes
and with greatest anguish, hear her loud moaning cries!

Raven spoke, "Please how do you like my newest bride"?
I see your breaking heart, such pain can not you hide
now ask her if to save your life, me she will wed
or else on my command, this week, you will be dead
With that threat, I begged her, to please let me die
as I watched tears rain down from her sad blue eyes.

O, dream, the creature from the darkness, the minion
of the inferno that extends its dominion
to the most distant nooks and crannies of my mind!
Woe is me! Even in my dreams I cannot find
oblivion, sleep of the dead. Upon the earth
there is no place for me to hide from the dream’s curse.

Nightmare! I rue the night and its infernal mare
your ruthless torturer rides. I hear, over there,
in darkness of my brain, your harrowing chains clank!
blood drip! you cry in pain!.. I know it’s just a blank,
a void, a nothingness that plays its hellish game
with me, but my torn to shreds heart bleeds all the same.

O, skies and hells! How can I stop this endless dream?
I howl at the uncaring Luna, I blaspheme, 
I write the poems, I go mad, I go astray,
I cry, I drink myself to death, I curse, I pray...
Nor devils from the deep, nor angels from above, 
alas, don’t listen to my plea and curse, my love.


A Robert J. Lindley and Kurt Ravidas collaboration
Dark poetry, Rhyme, ( Raven, First Contact, And Direst Dread )

Note: I would like to express my deepest gratitude to Robert for giving me an chance to work with him. It was amazing experience and pleasure. Whatever he says, my poetry is just a pale shadow of his mightiest talent's tree.