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A Crypt Keeper's Notebook : A Raven's Search for Solace
A Crypt Keeper's Notebook : A Raven's Search for Solace
A Crypt Keeper's Notebook : A Raven's Search for Solace
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A Crypt Keeper's Notebook : A Raven's Search for Solace

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Gothic Fantasy poetry that hints at trauma and survival. The first volume of verse from a poet whose soul is captured in the verse written .

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFae Corps Publishing
Release dateNov 26, 2024
ISBN9798227684424
A Crypt Keeper's Notebook : A Raven's Search for Solace
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    A Crypt Keeper's Notebook - Zyhren Song

    The Crypt Keeper’s Notebook:

    A Raven’s Search For Solace

    ~ZyhrenSong~

    Copyright ©2024 ZyhrenSong

    Publisher Fae Corps LLC

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    All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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    Dedicated to my wife and Daughter and to Chris Avery, who was taken from us far too soon.

    Unsung lullabies:

    Dead baby in the womb. Taken from us far too soon. Painful memories of a name. A name we chose.

    Tears for a baby we will never get to hold. dripped from our eyes, like rain dripping from the skies.

    Holding on to thoughts of unsung lullabies. Nights filled with pain. It's  insane to think we can never call your name, and ask if you want to play a game.

    Days that are empty of the sounds of your voice. Void of the fights you would've had with a sister you may never meet. Void of the sound of your very unique little heartbeat.

    The Pain I've Learned To Love:

    One little spark, the wind blows, and it departs

    Embers gone dark, pain leaves its mark

    Now a burning black flame, trauma's chains

    Binding hearts, black flames growing, funeral pyres remain

    Within the ash, reflective glass, identity cracked

    Bent over, picking up pieces, facing the fact

    Even if I put them back, it won't be exact

    Reflections shattered, shards slicing deep, trying to react

    Maybe that's why I wear black, funeral attire

    Burial of my former self, ashes, cold, dead core

    Phantom haunting desolate shores, no rebirth in sight

    Eternal darkness consumes, hope replaced by malice, sinister guide

    In shadows I dwell, spectral art, broken vessel

    Shattered heart, no warmth, cold eternal night

    But then I see, through the dark glass, a glimmer of light

    A spark to embark, curious stride, silvering in sight

    Metallic coating, thin layer, fine, reflects my image

    Work of art divine, glass barrier, past and present collide

    Confronting shadows, newfound sight, shards of my soul

    Reflecting back, light and dark, emotional masochism's role

    I'm drawn to the flame, moth to the fire

    Pain's familiar comfort, my heart's darkest desire

    A strange reprieve, solace in the hurt

    Embracing the ache, my soul's twisted flirt

    Black flames dwindle, dirge fades away

    But I remain, stuck in this reflective gray

    Trapped in the mirror, prisoner of my mind

    Comfortable in darkness, left behind

    Mirror's glass, once a bridge, now a snare

    Holds me captive, endless darkest lair

    One side painted black, reminder of the pain

    I've grown to attract, emotional masochism's refrain

    A Heart With Teeth:

    A broken ribcage, a blackened heart with sharpened teeth.

    Poetic words, abuse created me.

    A monster, a tragedy.

    A fire inside, from the ashes a Phoenix screams.

    I rise from the depths, defying life's extremes.

    But shadows cling, a parasitic breed, Consuming sanity, a wicked seed.

    A hollowed shell, where madness resides, In haunted chambers, where darkness abides.

    With laughter echoing, a chilling refrain, A puppet of torment, dancing in pain.

    A fractured mind, a shattered soul's art, A prisoner of shadows, a broken heart.

    No phoenix rising, just ashes and night, Lost in the abyss, a fading light.

    Gaslit whispers, twisting truth's core, A labyrinth of lies, I can't ignore.

    Isolation's chains, binding body and mind, A prisoner of silence, left behind.

    With stolen choices, and shattered esteem, A fragile existence, a haunting dream.

    In the shadows I cower, a trembling soul, As the darkness consumes, taking its toll.

    A broken spirit, a withered bloom, Lost in the echoes of a silent room.

    No escape in sight, just endless despair, Trapped in a nightmare, beyond repair.

    In the echoes of a silent room, A whispered truth, a heart's tomb.

    The shadows dance, a wicked delight, As darkness feasts, on the fading light.

    A soul once whole, now shattered lies, A reflection of a thousand sighs.

    The weight of chains, that bound and tied, A prisoner of pain, where tears have dried.

    In this abyss, where hope doth fade, A whispered promise, of a brighter shade.

    A light in the distance, a guiding ray, A chance to rise, from the darkest day.

    But the shadows cling, with a deadly might, And the heart trembles, in the dark of night.

    For in silence, a voice does speak, A reminder of the wounds, that still seek.

    To heal, to mend, to rise above, A journey through pain, a labor of love.

    To find the strength, to let go of the past, And in the darkness, find a light that lasts.

    Tears once fell, like autumn's rain, But now, my heart is dry, in vain.

    The well of sorrow, drained and grey, A reflection of the abuse, day by day.

    The pain has numbed, my soul's dark night, I'm left with emptiness, a hollowed light.

    No tears fall, no sobs, no mournful sighs, Just a dull ache, a heart that's died.

    The abuse has stolen, my tears, my voice, Leaving me silent, with a heart of choice.

    To feel nothing, to show no pain, A survival tactic, a heart in vain.

    But deep inside, a spark remains, A glimmer of hope, a light that sustains.

    A chance to heal, to rise above, To find my voice, my tears, my endless love.

    The Bleeding Pen (Antithesis):

    Pen

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