abstract, Art, Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, poetry

Tribunal of the dead.

Fuel and deliver that belief has to be seen,

that marks not of sight and felt to the touch.

Though doubt, fear and grief is all the same,

yet coupled with the remains of the ghost of all past,

wreathes to bicker and banter of graves of the mind,

thats speaks to you in vampiric order.


Poems and artwork by

© Oliver A Melendez


Art, Digital drawing, Dnd, Drawing/Sketch, Fantasy, poetry

Gathering moss

Gather to me my knights,

unfold the scales of your mail,

as the wraiths of time wail by the second hand that trails.

In the dusk of the night,

I dar3 tread the path of that beacon at midnight.

Then we shall see at dawn,

where all things do yawn,

in the first hour of the twillight morn

I will see your spear,

with my that rear of the axe i weild.


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude


Art, Drawing/Sketch, poetry

Wings of the dead

I wander,

as to wonder,

the lands of this dwellers,

that my robes cannot,

and would not touch the ground,

albeit my sinewy ones,

chills to my eye.

Death did not cast me,

nor life wanted not to ressurect me,


do i will,

ever. . .

Wander as i worry,

wail as to lament.

So please if you do see me, look not at me,

yet never speak,

nor touch,

thus your eyes see,

the truth lies not in front but never forget

what is in past and back of your history.


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude


Art, Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, poetry

Shock me over

The will of all that is,

that were,

that longs to have each other,

is that forloned effect,

when you had died loving one so obssessively

obtused not by life,

nor love,

nor what ever humor of a horror,

that entails and snares my bone

to no other lover.


© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

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