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Chateau de le Morte



The menu arrives, leather bound.
Guests, diners – anticipation, no sound.
Calligraphy – Gothic, beautiful but no prices.
No description of cooking, colouring or spices.
Where the hell on Earth are we now?


Chateau de la Morte, not healthy at best.
Gives a kick to the soul, a bite and a zest
For forbidden desires to those without soul
Who lay their life down on a hot bed of coal
To satisfy the craving that they need.


Fillets mignons, not the best British beef
Yet sliced, diced and fried by the restaurant chief.
A mysterious man, a gourmand, a sage
Who pays his staff an unholy wage
To keep the front of house firmly on the inside.


The starter arrives, aromatic and heady.
Diners strain at the leash, primed and now ready
For the thinly sliced meat with a damnable relish
Which to most would mean eat and ultimately perish.
The meat is forbidden but not by the law.


Dishes comprise if sinistral servants
Who give up their bodies in religious observance.
Man, the body of Christ should be shared
By those who love God, their judgement impaired.
Their view of the Bible, their menu, their credo.
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Chateau de la Morte

Contributed by aliopterix on Friday, 16th April 2010 @ 12:20:26 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry





Chateau de le Morte



The menu arrives, leather bound.
Guests, diners – anticipation, no sound.
Calligraphy – Gothic, beautiful but no prices.
No description of cooking, colouring or spices.
Where the hell on Earth are we now?


Chateau de la Morte, not healthy at best.
Gives a kick to the soul, a bite and a zest
For forbidden desires to those without soul
Who lay their life down on a hot bed of coal
To satisfy the craving that they need.


Fillets mignons, not the best British beef
Yet sliced, diced and fried by the restaurant chief.
A mysterious man, a gourmand, a sage
Who pays his staff an unholy wage
To keep the front of house firmly on the inside.


The starter arrives, aromatic and heady.
Diners strain at the leash, primed and now ready
For the thinly sliced meat with a damnable relish
Which to most would mean eat and ultimately perish.
The meat is forbidden but not by the law.


Dishes comprise if sinistral servants
Who give up their bodies in religious observance.
Man, the body of Christ should be shared
By those who love God, their judgement impaired.
Their view of the Bible, their menu, their credo.




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Re: Chateau de la Morte (User Rating: 1 )
by JakerBaker88 on Friday, 16th April 2010 @ 12:47:24 PM AEST
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Because of your poem, now I feel compelled to read Graham Masterton's work. This truly was an interesting, forboding, and sinister piece of poetry. Sent shivers down my spine. Good job.


Re: Chateau de la Morte (User Rating: 1 )
by Chamaron on Saturday, 17th April 2010 @ 07:51:58 AM AEST
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This accomplishes a sort of bravery in approaching the topic of cannibalism I've only yet seen in Shakespeare's Titus Andronicus. I love the rich, flowing style of this one, laced with irony I believe?

I hesitate to ask for more like this, but perhaps? Keep writing.




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