MAURICE KIMBALL
VITA MORTUIS
We all owe a debt to the crows teasing our sandbag of Life for payment.
Vita Mortuis is the mythical story of a haunted soul's twisted dreaming encounters measured through their four seasons of Life. It's written in poetic form intertwined with the tormented love story between Vita and Mortuis, Life and Death themselves.
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"I know what I see, what I see, I believe, but some things you see are meant to deceive."
- Maurice
SEETHE DOOR
I Fell fast awake. A dream within a restless dream
Silent knocking plagues my paralyzed drowning scream.
Panic shadows whisper on faint breath
Heart races toward my baptismal Death.
Tussle with the Knob with all my might
Blacking out, hairs raise my neck in fright.
Will it take me, break me, or reveal the truth of what makes me?
A sixth sense lies beyond what's instore
Fear is the leech that bonds my very core.
I awaken,
Never to open the seething door.
SCREAMING TREE
Do you hear it?
It bleeds an echoing scream
It screams to me
a curdling blood scream.
A shrieking scream that can't be found
Unless lost to hear the screaming sound
I must be lost to hear the devil's hound.
Do you hear it? Louder than before. Could this be the fear behind the seethe door?
It comes from the forest with a hunting jeer
Once you fear, you can never not hear.
Grisly tree roots deep in the vein form a shadowy black wood.
The screaming tree is a Witch that snatched me from where I once stood.
Once she has you in her bosom sound of stench mould
You will never be released from her ardent hold.
The screaming tree calls!
Do you hear it?
Slip away deep into a conscious sleep
The Witch's spell speaks.
Speak of screams, the screams I bawl
Those screams were my screams
now scream with me if you hear my call.
*SCREAM!
Pawn to the scream, it consumes us in torture
Now we wail together a shared nightmare of horror.
To the Witch's scream, I beg and plea
but can't be heard over the screaming tree.
*SCREAM!
- Maurice
- Maurice
"Dark shadow bending time
Mirrored waters, forgetful mind."
- Maurice
"Mortuis, warden of eternal Death, takes those of the condemned souls.
While Vita, curator of Life, teases hope in those with endless scrolls."