Let no unheard muses call their stages.
Sink them into soundlessness down below.
Take no unsung makers to their pages.
Sink them into uselessness down below.
Grant no untouched prophets for their sages.
Sink them into soulessness down below.
Have no undrawn breathers hale their ages.
Sink them into lifelessness ...

Inhale, the calm of a time now broken
Exhale, the balm of a sinister grave
Inhale, the song of a star awakened
Exhale, the gong of an ominous day
Inhale, the fang of a blood still aching
Exhale, the bang of a beautiful way


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

This sunday's EPIC poem is contributed by DD member TheDeeMan. This is “Beware the Necromancer”: Verse four, by Darryl Hughes aka TheDeeMan

On a vacant black morn, was darkness stillborn, a poor and fatherless bastard.

To swirl in the mass, of hell's foul warpath, and evil redeemed for ...