Madness OverwhelmsMadness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms4 days 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
TimesTimesTimes2 days 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
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before5 days 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 week 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
It's So Quiet NowDarkness settles inIt's So Quiet Now1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our star has gone away
Although it may be hard
I believe the black is here to stay
It's so quiet now
Silent and serene
The rustling outside though
Makes it hard not to scream
You wrap your arms around me
Squeezing tighter with more grip
You bury your head in my chest
Nervously biting your lip
The screams could be heard
From outside the door
Death hollers I was sure
It's so quiet now
It sounds as though they've left
Although the real truth is
Tomorrow comes death
Love From the GraveI awaken from somber dreamsLove From the Grave3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where nothing is as it first seams,
your voice speaks from beyond the gray,
the unseen watch me with blank eyes,
lost among storm torn ocean skies
to the forgotten gods I prey,
let me sleep amid the tombstones
and wish on the oracle bones,
if only I knew you would stay.
Unhallowed Journey...Last night, seeking my soul to save,Unhallowed Journey...1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walked right over my own grave
And sank down into the worm-eaten earth
Where, shuddering, I saw the horrid birth
Of Things that gnawed on my gelid corpse,
Stealing all my dreams and hopes...
I fought with the fiends, I gouged and bit
Their revolting flesh--the taste of it!
Retching, I clawed my way up and out,
Only to be seized by a hideous rout
Of gibbering Ghouls who welcomed me
To their noxious revels, down by a sea
Choked with the corpses of unnumbered years,
The hideous nadir of all of my fears...
macabre circuscome one, come allmacabre circus2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to the macabre carnival that is my mind,
where appearances truly are deceiving.
the price of a ticket is only your soul.
it will paint your true colors black,
capture your soul and lock it away in an antique circus trunk, among a downward spiral of other collected, trapped souls.
the adorable little balloon girl
pure wickedness hidden beneath her curls,
sells them, each black, white and blood red balloon representing a kidnapped spirit
it will recycle your body into a sinister freak, forever in the land of nightmares,
and there is no escape.
it appears a vivid and striking scene, visually charming and quaint
the sugary sweet and salty aromas will lure you in,
they disguise the stench of putrid, rotting flesh.
cotton candy, a tangled mass of webs spun by the deadliest spiders
and delicious caramel apples with a razorblade core
the merry music will lure you in; such splendid and uplifting notes lingering among the raucous of the delighted crowd
to conceal the tortured
dinner with the devilI had dinner with the devil,dinner with the devil4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one Friday afternoon.
We feasted on cheesecake,
and strawberry macaroons.
"Why shouldn't we indulge?"
sang he so flowery,
as he poured me a cup,
of rose-petal tea.
He was rather charismatic,
though in a salty sort of way.
"I make friends with enemies."
I often heard him say.
Not to say I'd hug the devil,
it's just so very cold outside,
all this rain and frigid lightning;
and the devil’s arms are wide.
"The world's a selfish place, my dear,
a sharpened blade is how you survive."
He leered in close and with a smile he sang,
"Little girls get eaten alive."
I can resist temptation,
even if it's crawling at my feet.
"But it's the glory of sin you want,"
and sin often tastes so sweet.
"Dear, you wouldn't be the only one,"
he said, "Everyone does bad."
And I've noticed everyone lately.
And everyone seems glad.
And then he lead me to the window,
to see with my own eyes,
to show me ignorance is bliss,
I saw people walking in lies!
I must admit I'm young and th
RevengeHow I crave that crimson liquid...Revenge5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That sharp, metallic taste...
The blood pouring from your body...
Gushing from your face...
"You'll see what I had to suffer
Throughout these years..."
It's time for me to finally
Face my biggest fears.
I pull out the knife from my pocket,
The knife I used to cut my wrist.
And I use it now to cut my bully.
My, what a twist~
"You used to make me suffer,
Isn't that strange~?"
I gave a twisted smile.
"Now I'll get my revenge~"
Pretty soon, I finished up,
And I chuckle darkly.
That'll show everyone
Not to mess with me.
Sonta-Ha!Superb soldiers,Sonta-Ha!5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of dwarfish height.
Never turning their back on the enemy.
Taking whatever is to their advantage,
And conquering planets for breeding space.
Races masacured at their hands,
All in the name of their home planet.
Nothing can stand in their way,
So if you see them coming...RUN!!!
Spells and InvocationsSpells and InvocationsSpells and Invocations6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On the reading and application of black books
Spells need one's boldest mind
To insure that they do not reverberate
Upon the utterer instead
For some spells are cast to find secret things
And others to enhance power
Or induce death
The ancients had printed many books
Some names are known but to a few
Books like Necronomicon, Mesaf Resk, and Nameless Cults
Still fewer men knew what they would do
Invocations need knowledge of mystic names
Like Yogsothoth and Cthulhu
Hold the text firmly in one hand
Raise it high into the air
Then read the inscription on the page
And utter the names if you dare
For once released they may not depart
They crave more power than our kings
The Old Ones are bizarre and unmentionable things
ghostly breathThe void which sleeps,ghostly breath11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beneath the surface,
Void which love,
crawling an creep,
void which fills,
Yanking my chains,
I repose abreast,
voices which sleep,
beneath my surface,
Our discourse abed,
lay wrapped in bondage,
wrapped, eaten, derelicts,
I've been muttering,
friendship which seeps,
beyond such epochs,
times which lie infinite.
The brain which lay upon my bed,
speaks to me with voices,
caged within my head,
It seems the voices want me dead
Shadowy Obelisk ~ CinquainTowerShadowy Obelisk ~ Cinquain3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A baleful dance of death
Reflection of a wan lady
The BugsThe door was open. Why? I don't know. It just was, okay. It was sitting there, open. The soft breeze was blowing in my face and I couldn't help but wonder, what was on the other side? The outside? Would it be dangerous? I was safe here, protected by the walls of love and warmth. My mother in the other room was humming, my father planning another fishing trip. Wasn't this supposed to be the life? Wasn't I supposed to love this and never want to leave? Nevertheless, I did... Was this curiosity? My grip on my teddy bear tightened. Maybe I should. Shouldn't I? Just a simple touch at the rocks. Moreover, dirt. Oh, how amazing it would be... My barefoot stepped outside and I immediately felt free. No more bedtime! I was free! My parents wouldn't notice, for they much too busy slaving away! I could be whoever I wanted to be, whenever, however! No worries, right!? I ran, and I ran. It was beautiful, the breeze, the colors, the plants, everything. The dirt was just as pretty. It shimmered and sThe Bugs3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Test Subject #02Her eyes are covered with the blindfold of liesTest Subject #021 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hands are bounded by the chain from the skies
Her wings so pure now tainted with wounds and scars
Her heart so strong have been crushed by the stars
The angel of happiness captured by time
The guardian of joy cannot escape the crime
For she was lured into the trap of our eyes
Where no one can ever hear the maiden's cries
In just one snap, the subject is on the bed
Fate is against her, the victim of the dead
Every blood that drops is equal to a scream
Sing for me, my lady, and complete my dream!
A demon prisoner whose voice is now gone
Life slowly escapes the breath of this poor one
Must I remind that this place is no heaven?
She will be revived along with the seven