The Ghoulish Vaults

Is this a pain? Styles bend, with the windGates rest still: lurk around cornersAnd strong beings, scent, dead, they put unseen.Here, looks of doom--fill nameless rooms,Where mystical manuscripts--:Dare, to inform the dead--what lies ahead safe engineer Bridgend.There amid many, odd items I found:Raving of madmen--curses and clowns--Black books, rocks, tales and frowns.Along area its journey, crawls, only shadows--In threatening shapes: never to be determined,In these isolation vaults, down, approach down....Haunted by massive nightmaresOne lives by these monolith unbridled spiritsDrossy, peaceful, I say forever, screaming!...Dlsiluk, 5/16/04 [revised: 9/102005] #821Note by Rosa: Dennis Siluk published a recently, or this past year or so, named "The Macabre Poems," it absolutely was his 27th book [now he has 31, which his new book developing, "Peruvian Poems," next month]; and his 4th book in composition. And his darkest guide in this style. Matter-of-fact, he followed the road of such poets--in creating this book--such poets as: Clark A. Jones, Lovecraft, Robert Howard, and of course his preferred, George Sterling; in this he concentrated on the more greater selection of adjectives for explanation, as he calls it; and made a statement on the book, and in public places when the book came out, saying: "If you need to know who you are dealing with, you got to take a muster-seed of faith with you to the sets of hell; playing it safe won't get you home." Poetry, as Dennis says: may be many points to many people, and denying the unseen world is not the best way to truth and fact. Therefore, this is a poem that never managed to get into his book.