Farrant of the Shadows

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
edited April 2020 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
New song today. Here are the words: the theme is spoof folk-horror. Google David Farrant and the Highgate Vampire and get the feel. 

Come all ye moonbarkers, and list while I rave

of the movings of marble and gapings of grave;

Of the tree creak, the owl screech, and Hecate apparent;

Come list while I sing of the night, and of Farrant.

 

Ten tombs in one night met one decapitator;

While Farrant, of stoop like a ghost-vessel waiter,

Held crucifix high and an eye low, on flickers

of orbs, red as hell, at his black winkle-pickers.

 

He cried, ‘Out! All ye geists and ye demons disbarred

from celestial heights, sons of Jack Alucard!

Out!, ye, creatures who feast on the worm of the marrow;

Out!, ye specters that fester in cracks deep and narrow!

 

‘All these bodies are torn from their catacomb houses

And their mummified hearts are impaled into pieces!

Out!, ye plague! Out!, ye pestilence! Vapor and fetor!

Come out to the man in the turtle-neck sweater.

 

‘Out!, ye brags and ye barghests, and old Peggy Powler;

Out!, ye dunnies and freybugs and Shellycoat drowner;

Out!, ye shucks and ye hunkypunks; dark dogs of Dando;

Out! Yallory Brown; come ye out, in crescendo!’

 

And out from the back of the grave of Liz Siddal

Came a voice that cried, “Answer me this, and unriddle:

What takes from the top to complete at the middle?

A down-a-down down-a,” called out Lizzie Siddal.

 

And Farrant saw standing in rivers of fire

A woman of flame, and he bowed in desire;

His lover led gently, with: “Let us to bed,”

‘Till she mounted his body, then bit off his head.

 

Come all ye moonbarkers, and list while I rave

of the movings of marble and gapings of grave;

Of the tree creak, the owl screech, and Hecate apparent;

Come list while I sing of the night, and of Farrant.



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Comments

  • SpunkieSpunkie I come from downtown. Posts: 5,396
    There's still a fire in the engine room.

  • mysticweedmysticweed Posts: 3,710
    t dig the whole fucking vibe of this
    fuck 'em if they can't take a joke

    "what a long, strange trip it's been"
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