Horrors Abound

Good morning! Not sure if anybody’s guessed yet, but I like to write horror. Every once in a while I write a poem that I feel brings that energy to the forefront. The post today is just gonna be more of a fun one I wrote. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did writing! PS: First post I’m publishing on my phone. Let me know in the comments if it turns out alright.

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The Rookie

i sit upon this broken throne

a crown so sweetly laid upon my head

made from broken ash and broken bone

wishing and waiting and thinking of places i have tread

i pray upon the dead alright

sitting up, awake all night

shivering not from winter’s bite

but from all the things mind brings to sight

shadows play across a door

challenging me, they’re such a bore

a face i see, unflinchingly dour

finding out your mind’s gone sour

eyes grow wide at the center

clutch tight your rosary

hold fast, you’ve found the dissenter

careful, lest you wake dread coterie

quiet, silence, quiet silence

give a mouse a cookie…

and they ask infernal parlance

seems to me, you’re the rookie

pray upon your stillborn altar

grab and grasp for some handle

you know not that with which you palter

it’s just too easy, watching you falter