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    The Descent
    The Descent
    The Descent
    Ebook59 pages20 minutes

    The Descent

    By DL Mullan

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    This chapbook houses "a darker breed of poetry," from paranormal research topics to metaphysical literary iterations. There is a poem for everyone who is curious about genre-inspired poetry. DL Mullan's readers praise her work as easy to read, understand... and satisfying:

     

    "The poem [Breathe] is as scrumptious and sensual as it is dark and deep."

     

    "This is a first for me. I have never read genre poetry before. I love it. Hugely imaginative and utterly unique..."

     

    "As if Poe came right off the page. This homage is literally perfect."  

     

    "The language and flow here is superb, the description detailed. This also has an air of mystery, almost Halloween-ish." 

     

    "'Until once again, night revisits his kingdom and he is resurrected.' You know your subject. Are you reminiscing about an owl, or our immortal souls?" 

     

    "Both the language (the word choices) and the rich imagery here is exquisite! You have blended sound, description, meaning- all, in a way that shows precise crafting." 

     

    "A lot of thought has gone into this very interesting poem, which made me think, which is what poetry should be all about, 5-star poem[.]"

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSonoran Dawn Studios
    Release dateOct 9, 2023
    ISBN9798223172567
    The Descent
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    DL Mullan

    A writer at heart, Undawnted's own creative spark, DL Mullan, began writing short stories and poetry before adolescence. Over the years, Ms. Mullan has showcased her literary talents by self-publishing several collections of her poetry. She also writes novels, designs apparel, and creates digital art. Ms. Mullan‘s creative writing is available in digital and print collections, from academia to commercial anthologies. As an independent publisher, she produces her own book cover designs as well as maintains her own websites. She is an award-winning digital artist and poet. Currently, she has embarked on writing her multi-book Legacy Universe, Supernatural Superhero Series. With her education and experience in writing, DL Mullan shares her knowledge online. If you too want to become a Fearless Phile, then subscribe to her newsletter on Substack. Her innovative style teaches writers how to reach their creative potential, and write more effectively. Learn. Grow. Master… with Undawnted.

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      Book preview

      The Descent - DL Mullan

      Upon Reading Edgar Allan Poe

      Upon reading Edgar Allan Poe, scenes of

      the grotesque facilitates nightmares

      in my mind.

      By the candle light I stand, dreading to

      open my window for air; the night.

      The pendulum rock back and forth upon

      my desk, it makes the time of my

      existence even less.

      ––––––––

      Closed chambers of my mind, open, and

      unleash the imagination.

      I succumb to the horrors of recurrent dreams;

      Phantasms rambling anew transfusing

      idiosyncrasies throughout my room.

      Bleakness enshrouds my chambers,

      my bed the only refuge.

      ––––––––

      The kingly velvet comforter ripples in shadows

      of violet waves on a stormy night.

      The feather pillows acquiesce at the weight

      of my head and neck.

      The blue silk covers feel cold,

      where my body does not lay.

      Ghosts are amidst the murk in which I cannot see.

      ––––––––

      A peculiar doorway opens inside of me.

      Listen to the music playing, hear the voice,

      of beautiful Lenore.

      Sing to me a violent ballad of love.

      ––––––––

      The candle begins to wilt.

      I can still hear the horrible lore;

      Stop, and understand her words of death.

      ––––––––

      Of course, the bird outside my chamber-

      Rapping at my pane, quoath him, nevermore

      to the dead lover of Lenore.

      I hear the hauntings in my psyche of words,

      reality fights me, as I follow to the window.

      Eyes peer in and graves freshly dug,

      falter under the rain.

      ––––––––

      The drops wash away the footprints,

      made by another lover-Berenice.

      I hear the door open below me,

      unbridled silence fills the air;

      for the footsteps clatter up the stairs.

      ––––––––

      The shadow precedes the body

      in the candle lit hall,

      I see, underneath my door.

      The knob turns-cannot shriek-

      I’m not the

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