The Sonnet of Lord Snuff


Deep en-cunted chambers,
Pressed in flesh they lie.
I force them to remember,
With camera’s for my eyes,
Scorched them with the embers,
I drink deep the cries.
In frosted past Decembers,
Upon my blade she dies
And quothe the Queen of winter
“Lord Fucking Snuff Arise!”

Copyright © 2002 R. D. Polson ( A Lord Snuff Production ©1998)

The right of R. D. Polson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Lord Snuff Reprise


Deep in incantations,
Too the moon she cries,
I offer up libations,
Demons fill my eyes,
Lycanthrope undulations
I cum unto the hive,
In Lunatic mutation
Upon their death I thrive
Out the lascivious tongue of Satan
“Lord Fucking Snuff Arise!”

Copyright © 2005 R. D. Polson ( A Lord Snuff Production ©1998)

The right of R. D. Polson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.


FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES

Premature evacuation of all reason,
Interrupts then ruptures,
Allowing the blood to flow,
Into the gaping maws of the “hungry children”.

(and they have no eyes, they have no eyes.)

But I sleep now in a narcotic state of bliss,
Deep within the chemical dreams
Of a woman I have not yet seen.

Then my train of thought interrupted, disrupted, mutated then corrupted,
As the children greedily drink their fill from my flowing veins.
Their bellies becoming bloated on my life’s essence,
They begin their sickening, agonized metamorphosis.
Becoming all manner of vile things (of which I cannot speak)

A feverish frenzy of bloodletting begins
For they are within me, with out me.
Inside me (my children)
Violating, defiling, raping and renewing me.
For I don’t not cry out in pain or fear,
But only to beg for more as I am filled up with their putrid agonies,
I beg for more.

Copyright © 2003 R. D. Polson ( A Lord Snuff Production ©1998)

The right of R. D. Polson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988


To One Far Away

Sylphine nymph, hypnotic and so sanguine in demean,
Lips of deep and bloodied rose,
And skin a sin in porcelain.
O’ Forest glade Enchantress
Be with me again
Captured in thy rapture
Enthralled I call again.

Listen to the Seraph sing and lo
Heart strings plucked fortissimo

And at a glance my heart ensnared
By blood flushed cheeks and raven hair
The Goddess of the moon divine
Kissed in symphonies of time.

The Envy cast upon my caste
Of Maidens chaste, now tied
Transfixed by the splendor,
Of another God denied.


Copyright © 2005 R. D. Polson (A Lord Snuff Production ©1998)

The right of R. D. Polson to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.



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