The Ghoulish Vaults

Is this a nightmare? Shapes bend, with the wind

Gates lie still: lurk around corners

And foul beings, smell, dead, they lay unseen.

Here, sounds of doom"”fill nameless rooms,

Where mysterious manuscripts"”:

Dare, to tell the dead"”what lies ahead.

There amid many, strange things I found:

Raving of madmen"”curses and clowns"”

Black books, stones, legends and frowns.

Along side its path, crawls, only shadows"”

In ominous shapes: not to be determined,

In these solitude vaults, down, way down"¦.

Haunted by monstrous nightmares

One lives by these monolith unbridled spirits

Drossy, dreamy, I say forever, screaming!...

Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821

Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk wrote a book recently, or a year ago or so, called "śThe Macabre Poems,"ť it was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book coming out, "śPeruvian Poems,"ť next month]; and his 4th book in poetry. And his deepest book in this genre. Matter-of-fact, he followed the path of such poets"”in creating this book"”such poets as: Clark A. Smith, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his favored, George Sterling; in doing so he centered on the more deeper assortment of adjectives for description, as he calls it; and made a statement on the book, and in public when the book came out, saying: "śIf you want to know who you"re dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the pits of hell; playing it safe will not get you home."ť Poetry, as Dennis says: can be many things to many people, and denying the invisible world is not the way to truth and reality. Thus, this is a poem that never made it into his book.

You can see Mr. Siluk's books at his site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com