The Ghoulish Vaults

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Is this a nightmare? Designs fold, with all the windGates rest still: hide around cornersAnd nasty creatures, smell, dead, they lay unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where strange manuscripts--:Dare, to tell the dead--what lies ahead.There amid many, odd items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black publications, rocks, legends and frowns.<br /><br />Alongside its route, crawls, only shadows--In ominous shapes: to not be determined,In these solitude vaults, down, way down....Haunted by monstrous nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!...<br /><br />Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] 821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a book recently, or last year or so, called 'The Macabre Poems,' it absolutely was his 27th book [now he's 31, which his new book coming out, 'Peruvian Poems,' next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his biggest book in this genre Talbot safe engineer Port Talbot. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets--in making this book--such poets as: Clark A. Jones, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in doing this he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a declaration on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: 'If you want to know who you're working with, you surely got to have a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe will not get you home.' Composition, as Dennis says: might be many points to many individuals, and denying the invisible world isn't the way to truth and reality. Therefore, this can be a poem that never managed to get into his book.

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