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Fratricide

Howdy, howdy! New poem for y’all today. It’s a little horror writing for your Tuesday morning. I was going to attempt to set the scene but honestly I’m pretty tired so instead I’m just gonna wish you the best. Enjoy this! Without further ado…

Fratricide

Emblazoned upon his chest,

that mark,

that… brand.

A covenant with the dark

shall never let him rest.

Eyes shone like lanterns

in that infernal nest.

Still mapping the caverns,

he’s trying his best.

A voice that beckons

from the black…

Ready your weapons.

You’re under attack.

Sweet nothings then,

whispered in your ear.

Hairs on your neck then,

raised in quiet fear.

The monsters all but know you’re here.

A clash,

a spark,

a face?

One you recognize.

Sweat drips from your brow,

and blood from your breast

as claws sink in,

and give you no rest.

When at last you hear

one demonic screech,

through flashing sear

does your mind beseech

your legs to go

far away from here.

For in the flash you’ve seen

a thousand tiny hungry eyes,

and only now does it seem

that you are the prize.

Reconciliation in the Dark

Afternoon, everybody! You’ve got a brand new poem coming straight at you, from yours truly. It’s all about something you may understand. Without further ado…

Reconciliation in the Dark

And so it was

that the darkness was inspired by the light,

and in this…

inspiration,

balance was found.

The passenger,

the voice,

the one that tells.

Shine the light and quell the spells.

For a while.

Chaos in the dark

begets peace in the light

and terrors fall

to utter mundanity

as balance denies calamity.

Do others see so clearly?

Do others see that faces in the dark

appear quite differently

than in the light,

yet remain unchanged?

Reconciliation

in this time of need

despite that desire

for something to bleed.

Erstwhile Failure

Howdy howdy. I’ve got a new poem for you today. Another sad one I know, but I think you’ll really enjoy. Let me know what you think in the comments below! Without further ado…

Erstwhile Failure

So there he sat,

surrounded by his closest friends,

at the edge of the world

wondering again.

Lies, he thought,

seemed all they taught.

His being alone was evidence of this,

evidence of his jubilant bliss.

It was always a shame

they never got along,

for now he thought it might be wrong

to lie upon a bed of blame.

He wanted.

That was all.

He couldn’t be but vaunted.

He always did stand too tall.

Here at the edge of the world,

he sits and wonders

if his tapestry of blunders

has yet been unfurled.

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Howdy, everybody! I’ve got something new for you guys today. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

The Devil Comes to Take Us All

Bludgeoned by a trembling hand,

one might be seen by a terrifying man,

a man who plays about the land

getting on and on without a tan.

He’ll ride the six in two different cities

taking great pride in gross salacities

on his way to desolate things once pretty.

Down the coast in an ancient Plymouth

with skin that looks of chalky bismuth,

he’ll call upon the evil things within us.

Where he goes, follows the rot

and all those dark little thoughts

that dot your mind like a pox

that’s just escaped Pandora’s box.

When you alone hear the crow’s caw,

careful now,

you’ll be frozen in awe

when the Devil comes to take us all.

You Don’t Bug Me

Howdy howdy, folks. I’m fittin’ to show y’all a brand spankin’ new poem I’ve just written. It’s about the feelings you get when you’re trying something new. Without further ado…

You Don’t Bug Me

Cicada, cicada,

what do you see?

Much like a dog,

you bark up the tree.

~

Blasted blasphemers

that scheme and abscond…

What do they do

at the edge of the pond?

~

Tempted now

by shadows in the deep,

dip your toes,

and then you weep…

~

But weeping then,

is valorous and honorable

when it is the fragile pen

with which you struggle.

~

In the corner of your ears,

someone hears

the whirring vibrations

that stem from a thousand carnations.

~

And every color of the rainbow

sings a happy lullaby

to that one

happy little butterfly.