Magpie On The GallowsMagpie On The Gallows6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by: CliveBarker
Magpie on the Gallows
High above my head,
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Is my lover dead?
When he went away to war,
To me eternal love he swore
Tell me truly, bird of gloom,
Where his bed and what his doom?
From the gallows hear the magpie screech:
From now on your lover’s out of reach.
In a bed of mud he died
Soldiers slept at either side,
He has never been faithless dear,
And never will be now, I fear.
Magpie on the Gallows
Feathered white and black,
My brother went a–hunting
Will he not come back?
He was tall and he was strong,
Face was fair and limb was long.
Tell me truly, maggot–pie,
Did he live or did he die?
From the gallows hear the magpie scream
Now your brother is left alone to dream.
There’s no need for you to fret
He’s still fair to look at yet,
He lay in the snow to doze,
And while he slept the poor lad froze.
Magpie on the gallows
Where the death–rope cr
Colorcoded: I Just Needed RedThe clock on the mantle imploded, my friend.Colorcoded: I Just Needed Red1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watched as those arrows just started to bend.
They swiveled and wobbled right down to the floor,
And then-yes I swear it-they walked right out the door.
Time really wasn't quite right after that,
I lost notion of living-even where I was at.
They said Christmas was coming and I said "please no!"
"No presents, no music, no barrels of the snow!!"
Then I padlocked my door and rolled myself tight,
and colored the the tiles on the ceiling that night.
When the guests came they rejoiced, I started to scream-
-in my head, you see-I'd have made such a scene.
They told me to come out to serve up the cake,
but I couldn't be bothered, the table was fake.
And so it went on, with treaties and fees,
to join in the lunacy...I don't aim to please.
I colored the wreath on my pillow in bed...
...but I just didn't have that dark cherry red.
And the voices they whispered inside of my brain,
you claim I slowly was going insane.
I suppose it was tri
SamhainGhostSamhain1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dance with me
across the graveyard,
betwixt dreaming and waking
as life and death lose meaning
our worlds start to merge
The Elementals [A Mythos Look]The ElementalsThe Elementals [A Mythos Look]1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Mythos Look
The most abundant element
Water, water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
Water winding everywhere
And the boards on the ship did shrink
A tsunami shook both front and aft
The crew did stare in awe
Then the gigantic thing emerged from below
And fed the whole ship into its maw
The captain knew that great things dwelt at the floor
But one thing he never knew
The largest and deadliest of all
Was great Cthulhu
Fire gave man light and heat
It warms our hearths and homes
But one day we will rue
That we did not leave it well alone
In the fireplace of homes far away
A strange entity appeared
From the flames and glow of the fire
That suddenly seemed so near
They knew not its name nor could they speak
But their fates were dreadful dire
One by one they were cast into the flames
Then the entity disappeared
Madness OverwhelmsMadness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
The Vampire's ArtBloodThe Vampire's Art6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ask for blood
Not that of another
But that of myself
I know that you're scared
But I'm living in Hell
That's why, my dear friend
You would do just as well
To give what I want
Don't ask, never tell
I ask for pain
Not that of the innocent
That of the cursed
Black hearts and black smiles
We're always the worst
Don't save me for last
Or, by God, you're the first
I get what I want
Or violence will burst
I ask for blood
Not that of the world
But that of my heart
You scream it's enough
Oh, poor angel, don't start
I have strength enough
To tear Reason apart
It's why we all die
The vampire's art
MonstersDo you hear the screams at night?Monsters1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The eerie laughter which will not cease
while our children beg for peace
upon their beds they fearfully wait
until the sun decides to sedate
Do you see the shadows at night?
The frightful movement upon the wall
the ghastly mourners who rise and fall
they terrify whom ever they like
but hide when light decides to strike
Do you know the monsters at night?
The chilling ghouls with menacing eyes
whose faces can tell no lies
other than, "this won't hurt a bit"
then, we throw a match which is lit
Gone are the horrifying screams,
which sing of dripping blood
Gone are the menacing shadows,
which dance upon graves
Gone are the terrible monsters,
which party in the night
Do you welcome the blazing fire at night?
The vanquishing element which consumes
leaving behind only make-shift tombs
in their eternal
Beyond the MistBeyond the MistBeyond the Mist2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From "Strange High House in the Mist"
Beyond the mist
That enshrouds these woods
In a remote corner of the land
Concealed from the eyes of common men
A tall dark castle stood
Of some unknown dark stone
Hitherto not found on earth
There are those who tell of strange events
Of parties unlike those we celebrate
And dark mutterings of names,
To things that lived before our births
They cannot tell who dwelt within
'T is known they never went inside
And they insist that whoever had gone in
Certainly must have died
So the castle stands in the mist
An eerie and foreboding sight
The Gruesome Tale of Bobby BobbinsLittle Bobby Bobbins was born same as the rest;The Gruesome Tale of Bobby Bobbins1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
brought home from the hospital suckling mommy's breast.
He was doted on as much as the highest majesty,
free from petty discontent, indeed even the most trivial tragedy.
Mother and father loved him dearly, his every whim their command;
I couldn't imagine there ever being a more merry lad in the land.
As the years went by, as often they do,
little Bobby Bobbins grew and he grew.
The only off kilter way about him was his voracious zeal for food,
but ah! he was only a growing boy his parents did conclude.
Other than that he seemed the perfect child, obedient and kind,
yet even then there was something malevolent churning in his mind.
It started with a furry spider Bobby spied crawling up his wall.
For some odd reason he snatched it up and gobbled it all.
What dark impulse inspired the boy that far astray
is cause for speculation even today.
Next came the lust for worms, elevating to lizards, then to
TormentorDon your crown of avariceTormentor2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And fill your ranks with cowards
Make examples of the weak
To emphasis your power
Burn down every bridge you've built
Until there's no return
Burn down every bridge you've built
Until you yourself will burn
Every soul that you devour
Is another hook you'll win
Ten-thousand hooks to hang you from
Ten-thousand in your skin
So I think it'd better suit you
This lesson to learn well
After every soul's devoured
You'll feast on shit in hell
Asylum: The Subject (1/3)A number is my name, like many more,Asylum: The Subject (1/3)3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A record of a life now meaningless,
My home, a cage is what it was before,
These stark-white walls containing happiness.
Another morning passes, calling me,
The stinging echoes of my memories,
I've lost my arms, and they won't leave me be,
No silence for my bitter melodies.
The monsters, they will come for me today,
I need the table, leather straps and all,
Hold me down, say it's goin' to be okay,
Just drug me up until the silence falls.
I am the Subject of a twisted mind,
A puppet who would leave his fears behind.
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
Unsettling RevelationsUnsettling RevelationsUnsettling Revelations1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A rather strange visit and a souvenir
That misty night in November
When there was not a stir in the air
And people and their pets lay to rest
In their homes in the town, everywhere
There came a low murmur
As if something stirred in a wind
Or a voice calling from afar
Yet nobody went outside to find
Then there followed the faint sound of footsteps
And the tall silhouette of a man
But only his shadow
Then the murmur came again
The footsteps passed a block of houses
Those within must have heard
But nobody opened a door or window
Nor did they say one word
Then the silhouette changed to something bigger
And the arms were sinewy and long
The stirring sensation resumed just then
But nobody perceived of any wrong
But the howling of hounds brought their masters to the gate
The men carried candles to see through the darkness
But they discovered that they were too late....
Lying still as a corpse was a neighbor
His eyes gaping straight ahead
They could not think of how he d
TimesTimesTimes3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
Night of ScaresHalloween is comingNight of Scares8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's no need to fear;
Well...except for the creatures
Of the night,
That under the pale moonlight
& starry sky,
From their eternal slumber they
Zombies rise from
Their graves & seek to feast
As witches stir their brews,
While casting a wicked spell or two,
As they ride throughout the night
On their brooms,
It is a night that will surely keep you
Up at night, my friend.
Do you dare to venture out
Into the night alone?
As voices whisper in your ear,
Flooding your thoughts with fear,
Convincing you that there's something
You better make sure you have a flashlight
With you, dear,
Otherwise you won't survive on your own.
Don't worry if you see ghosts, goblins
Or hear a lost spirit's low eerie moan,
Wandering endlessly all alone,
Through the dark corridors of haunted homes,
They just might come looking for you.
Shadows crawl upon the walls
As you feel a hand
Asylum: The Doctor (2/3)Like children to a mother's warm embrace,Asylum: The Doctor (2/3)3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like pious men to simple-minded priests,
They flock to me, they see my tired face,
Like starving wolves before their finest feast.
A dose, a milligram, a measurement,
My daily chore to save their sanity,
Society would hate their temperament,
Their heads all tainted with profanity.
My burden can't be held by common hands,
Straitjackets are but theirs to have and wear,
I can't deny the rage in their demands,
Their screams of mental agony, I bear.
Just one more day, I tell myself today,
Just one more day, one more day, one more day...
A Child Amidst DevastationThe war has begun with no resolution or end in sight,A Child Amidst Devastation2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with brother against brother, it's an internal fight.
Daddy says somethings happening but our life wont change,
that we are too far away from the capitol, way out of range.
But just in case I have to go inside when I hear the bell,
and if anyone asks whats said in our family I cant ever tell.
Three weeks since the war began with no end in sight,
a mandatory curfew is in effect, no ones allowed out at night.
Mommy says that I cant go out to play after dark,
it's part of a game, we have to avoid the mean dogs bark.
And in this game we also cant go near the windows,
if I go unseen Mommy will tell me stories about rainbows.
One month since the war began with no end in sight,
all the stores are closed, tensions grow to a new height.
Daddy says that I don’t have to go to school anymore,
Sis said she'll teach me, that that’s what books are for.
Daddy didn’t say why just that I have to stay here,
saying we're safe at home,
From the Catacombs [full edition]From the CatacombsFrom the Catacombs [full edition]6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Far off in mist shrouded woods
Lie catacombs unexplored
The entombed and dead lie unwakened
The whole place is much abhorred
But one still night in late October
While the dead so silently lie
A thing crept forth from those catacombs
It's dead eyes glowing like two stars in the sky
It stood upright like a man
With long thick limbs
And sinewy, bony hands
It turned its skull to the near north
Where the local village stood
Then it raised its self from the site
And wandered off through the woods
It reached the edge of the village
Within little more than one hour
It caught a whiff of fresh human flesh
And went off to devour
Where it walked, people ran
Overcome by awe and fear
Voices screamed throughout the night
Wherever it came near
It leapt like a jungle cat from a tree
And gouged flesh from bone
Not a soul was left alive
Until it wandered away at dawn
Nobody could be certain then
Whether it would come to stalk again
A Midnight Hayride.~Collab with :iconredhawk1986:~A Midnight Hayride.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The moon is full,
Time for a midnight hayride;
Darkness reigns in the
Forest of nightmares eternal,
the pumpkin moon shining like an orange crystal.
Ghouls restless and blood-thirsty,
something breathes down Your neck,
Hair standing on end.
"What could this be?
A demon of the night?
A simple gust of wind?
or a phantom left unchecked?"
"Could just be our Imagination
Playing mind games;
Wait...I think I heard a twig
Snap from the shadows!"
My eyes closed,
the worry boiling in my gut,
and with a bite of my lip,
I turned towards the shadows,
letting the wind bite my face.
I feel a cold hand on
My shoulder & a cold chill
Running up my spine;
Sinister laughter is heard,
My spine straightens up,
goosebumps sprouting on my skin,
"What is this monster?
Or is it just a mindless spin?"
Red eyes peer at me
I hear a low demonic growl;
My mind is telling me to flee,
Shh..The Pumpkin is Talking.Hush Hush..Shh..The Pumpkin is Talking.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the dead man's wish come true..
Let the broken doll explode with flames..
Halloween is coming.
The voices are right..
The pumpkin is talking..
Save the darknes..
NO!! That is wrong?!
NO!! I can't! I can't!
Not on this silent Halloween night!
Not when the children are collecting candy,
and playing their tricks!
The killing should be postponed..
until I place it.
The razor blade in the chocolate bar..
The Blood Is the LifeIf the blood is the life, as Bram's novel foretellsThe Blood Is the Life4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then by all means, I shall live on!
But I've cut somewhat deeper than mortals allow
It's a gravestone that I walk upon
It's a trick to be careful, for heartbeats can stop
And I've found that road too many times
I'm a man, and a man must give in to his lusts
Like a demon in demonic climes
Oh, my knife is so pretty
So flawless and free
Could it be that the Devil
Is living in me?
Could it be that his love
Is what I've cause to fear?
Don't ask me this now, and
Don't ask me this here
I can find a vein easily (careful, my pet)
You cut it, and oh, Life is born!
I will not remember what I can't forget
No master, no servant to scorn
But my knife is so pretty
So flawless, so free
Could it be that the Devil
Is pand'ring to me?
Could it be that his malice
Is what I have caused
Don't ask me to answer
Hell has its own laws
If the blood is the life, as dear Stoker predicts
Then I shall not pay mind to my sins
Stand back, my poor friend, for you need
Zombies Will Eat You.When I am part of the living deadZombies Will Eat You.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You’ll regret your ignorance and laughs
I won’t think about a single word you said
We’ll see which one of us lasts.
My flesh may be rotting off every bone
As I follow you through the dark
I won’t have to deal with you alone
When we surround you at the park.
My army of undead friends
Are here, rotting and hungry for you
It’s far too late to make amends
You won’t take long to chew.
Jack O'Lantern [ver.2]Jack O'Lantern ver.2Jack O'Lantern [ver.2]2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Before the old wooden cottage,sitting on the earth,
Burning brightly with an eerie light,
The pumpkin lamp, the infamous Jack o' lantern,
Stood glowing throughout the night.
Whenever a good man or woman passed,
The glow that emanated was not so bright;
Yet whenever a wicked or dubious soul came
The glow intensified.
It lit up the hollow features of the face
The light burned through the holes of the eyes
Until the last man came and went
Then it burned high and slowly died.
The morning came and passers-by discovered
The corpse of that guilty soul lying in plain sight.