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Theory Of The GrotesqueWithin these damasked patterned walls I hear the evening bellHeralding the death of day I fall unto its' spell, Then drown into wormwood reverie a merciful release from the toils of daily ritual – At last, an inner peace. But oh, this baleful union. Twice nightly do I slip into her The Goddess green; who holds me in her grip. Haunted am I by the unblinking gazes from ancestors mine, that stare 'neath cracked glazes Trapped in these moments, sleepless they watch. Sleepless and unblinking gaze, from myriad tableau, The gallery of gaunt aspects that stare from long ago. And still the Goddess pours her sweet poisons in my head- Whilst canvases are transformed into a landscape of the dead. Immersed in darkening waters deep midst sound of drownded bells And manuscripts from lightless crypts, one thousand rumoured Hells Crack the spines of these forbidden books - What creatures lie within? Each canto read - Dark paths to tread - Through verses soaked in sin. The faces at the window that only come at night. The result of a family evil too terrible to impart- These crumbling walls: my skin - This inner room: my heart I have no fear of danger Only in its in ultimate effect: in terror. And the shadows grow...and the shadows grow Daily drawn to the distant spire that rises from the sea of roofs I stare transfixed I hear its' call: "My walls are cursed and so must fall" Entranced as the ancient minaret points blasphemously at heaven Hypnotised by the silhouette, that fast becomes obsession: It's feathered minions sweep and dive and ride the autumn air Circling the lofty spire -Yet never settling there. For beneath that rotting campanile a ghastly secret lies that holds me to its' legacy of autumn midnight skies. Bound am I to howl alone amidst those rotting eaves And through those characters and galleries a deeper darkness weaves: Beyond Life and beyond Death' twixt truth and balanced reason No way out - or turning back. Here in the season of the grotesque. |