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Trapped Under Ice, by KremGothica

There is still life moving through these withered veins,

the sap of the plants and trees has dried up

and retreated into the core of my heart,

seeds frozen over

just as you are in Hell.

I cannot say that the world sleeps quietly

because of the grief that connects us,

because of your absence- it is a starving, lean torpor

a hateful loneliness

for the one who was meant to be mine,

my Other, my Self,

my ripped away will to thrive,

like the trees raped of their leaves by the bitter Borean wind.

Trees Encased in Ice, by Jane Walker

The life within me howls to be brought forth,

for my nature is to bring forth life

and if I have to brave that frigid Underworld,

the cold, cold marital bed your virgin body is shackled to

then I will come with torches blazing

and bring you into this world again,

my dark daughter, my dead bride, the soil seeded with death

invading the depths with my burning vitality

plundering the greatest, purest treasure of cryptic Hades

and grow ’round you like a vine made of adamant

thorny and vicious and dire,

never to be far from my sight again.

Trapped Under Ice, by killgannon2113

Another one of my poems for the Demeter devotional. The solicitation email if being drafted and it should go out soon. Now begins the period of harassment.

The image of trees being raped by the wind goes to my partner, Fr. Freeshadow.