Song of the Blind

The flames whisper
Feeding my corpse with fire
Horror to the light that laughs
Timid eyes look far
Amongst stars and ages
shining like vivid sword
Murmuring a mystic world
Phantom wings of night brood
Virtuous and vicious
Earth too is lonely and old
A nightmare of unutterable things
We look upon your face
The torn breast of night
A distant bell, void and null
I am mothered of a muse
Invisible as the grasp of fate
O' Mother of melancholy
Shattered, you and I are one
Only the child is soft with flowers
Deathless and divine

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; horror in its purest form: a calculated crime both against the aspirations of the soul and affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings and lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the night and is haunted by the memory of her cat. She is once again signed to Nostilevo Records in the near future. Her goth rock band, Ceremony 7 will be re-issued on this record label in the Fall.

Her fiction has been featured in The House of Pain, Screams of Terror, SpecFicWorld.com, The Official Fields of the Nephilim Site, SinisterCity, and U.K.'s Dark Of Night Magazine. Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising, Estronomicon eZine, Death Head Grin, Midnight Lullabies Anthology, Sein und Werden, The Horror Zine, and elsewhere. Her first collection of poetry, "Devil in the Clock," will be released in print in the future by Witchfinder Press.

Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/

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