The Romance Of Death
The Romance Of Death
by Charles E S Fairey
Laudanum fumes with Coleridge
Our tomes are dark sacrilege,
Poe and the drinking den Ravens
Sat amongst the tombs graven cravens,
Milton and our Paradise Lost
The soul sold for oblivion’s cost,
Shelley and her reanimated dead
Upon debauched Dorian we’ve fed,
The Starry Night of swirly minded Gogh’s
Wormwooded absinth overflows,
Whether paper and inks or canvas and paints
Us dark Romantics are no virtuous saints,
Please Pass the mind altering intoxicants
Love The Muse of mighty hierophants,
Mephistopheles and the serpent tangents
Salivated orgies and vain establishments,
The ghosts of what we were haunts
But our hearts crave twisted jaunts,
For our dark souls no matter the true cost
Inspired and wickedly gifted our souls lost,
Remembered by all contracted to repeat our masterpiece
For Dark Wonders never fail and never really cease,
To grab the gothic heart of human minds
For the Romance of Death truly shines!
Famous Jack and his legionary rippers grow
Whitechapel’s ghosts gin and nightly ladies glow,
Modern Burton and his All Hallows every Christ mass
Dark Shadows Depp and his allure to every lass,
Like Stoker and hypnotising Vampire
We all love our heartfelt dark desire,
Edvard Munch and his expressing Scream
But have you felt the ghost’s caressing dream?
Awoken watered with sweetly sweat?
Even though the shadows juices let?
The mad and the bad Marquis de Sade
Doesn’t Lord Byron deal your every card,
No matter the artist be Mephistopheles Bard
The reflection doesn’t shine in the mirror’s shard,
Only the darkness stares back to wishful eye
For the Romance of Death desires never die.
The Coming Doom of Edward Bulwer-Lytton
The fascination of dark future’s hidden yet written,
The Rosicrucian Shelley’s alchemical obsession
Now take the bloodied waters of Geneva’s poison,
The madness of Hanoverian zoo like asylums
The Lords, the Ladies and the Maid’s delusions,
The Theatre of the Blood lusting fiend
If Polidori’s lust had been crowned queen,
Penny Dreadful’s serial fantastic celebrities
The beauty of the Gothic Muse and Mephistopheles,
Reynolds’ soulless Faust and Necromancer
His howling Were-wolf and Wagner,
Hammer Horror emblazoned upon the moving screen
Cushing, Lee and Price Hollywood Dreams,
Karloff, Lugosi, Kinski, Rathbone and Lorre
The fascination of Armageddon and zombie,
Sydow, Nicholson, Hopkins, Pleasance and Chaney
The Business of sold out seats is so so Uncanny,
The Seventh Seal and Ingmar Bergman
The Chess pieces and Master sell sell them,
The lure of the debauched self and money
Everyone wants a belly of milk and honey!
The Bronte’s and lonesome lover Eyre
Lovesick Heathcliff Cathy’s only care,
Upon the bleak Moors the Baskerville Hound
And Signal-Man and Iron thudding wheels round,
Holmes violin strumming opiate fiend of Doyle
Dicken’s Twist and Victorian Revolutions toil,
The Dark Satanic Mills of the Big Smoke’s smog
Mephistopheles clocks and moving work cogs,
Stevenson’s Doctor Jekyll and gruesome Hyde
The grave robbers and unknowing autopsy brides,
The Turning of the torturing ghostly Screw
The Operatic Phantom his inner beauty true,
The eye of the beholder truly hideous
The heart and Romance of Death delirious!
Hitchcock and the brooding resting murder
Psycho and Birds you’ll only scream louder,
King, Herbert, Carpenter, Englund and Maginn
Even the lambs and marbly baa Sheep are Sin,
Polanski and his Johnny Devil and Nine Gates
Queen of the Damned and Cult Goth salivates,
The Ring and its recorded raising from the Well
The Romance of Death certainly sells sells,
Whether now, then, here or ever
Our dark desires with us forever,
Our love of the masters of Horror
For a Penny Dreadful soul ta’ borra’,
The corridors of coffins within the beauty laced
The Muse the Mephistopheles always embraced,
The gruesome and hideous with open eyes faced
The salivating kiss the Devil’s pulsating taste,
The heart beating beneath the oaken boards
Oh what deviant wonder dark hearts adored,
The Lust of Life yet Death and Devil calls
The orgy of hells not God’s heavenly halls,
We are allured by the Dark and Gothic
Our abodes of the dead haunting and terrific,
So Come and ‘Dance with the Dead’ “God Bless yer!”
For you don’t want your Romance with Death to Fester!
Death - The Romantic