note: as I was playing in the word sandbox, I found myself wondering how this form might translate into the "gothic side" - so I pseudo channeled Poe and asked him to dip his nib, which is where things really get weird. It's a good thing, in my opinion, that he didn't wander too far across the veil. I on the other hand, well - mea culpa.
So here are my "out-takes" -
in the now
night falls shortly
taking a last breath, I am lost for dreams
distance cries in
breath taken away, close the door softly
genies bottled up, release pent-up hounds
as furies drape
beaks drawn open
rent the air dead
but for the ashes, the raven matters
looking glass smashes, whose soul is set free
the wind blows in
words fail to impress, my tongue dulls silent
edging hope no more, winded sentences
drop into teeth
a rite pass
swerving the curve
forgiveness offers, time bitten, I leave.
For further info. and examples, showcased by the poet who conceived of this form, Ray Stebbings, wander over here.