She, on the Canvas of Terror


She smiles, and teeth are shown;

and she grins, and her cover is blown-

for her teeth, just like her demise, brown like wooden horrors;

and just inside, is just in store;

for any so man that honors-

the mask that she wears, tears skin to a shred;

and the thorns that prickle against naughty skin;

throw severing blades, upon the bed-

her laugh, turns eyes glazed over white as snow; devouring fools, and devouring souls-

and her lashes, a bristle bunch nestled tightly against each eye;

make crimson to trickle down from each hole-

for walking, hand in hand with darkness, makes you forget the light;

why, it crashes the shadows against all that you love;

and burns it down into flames with all might-

…and it is she that shone doom, like a ray of light shone rays;

and it is she that whistles the siren song,

and it is she, that so dare all enslaves-

Copyrightcopyright December 19, 2016

A Man Fell Down into Hell


PHOTO_20141216_220507~2_HagridA man fell down, through a crack in the ground.

Then fell even farther, as the shadows grew darker. His body hit the ground, and made a thud sound. His eyes opened wide, to a terrible sight. Men that were not, danced in fires made hot. Their eyes gleaming wicked, their head hairs twisted. And rock was everywhere, dressed as a stone, the very ground littered with bone. The man felt the heat, and felt it well;

he had indeed, fallen into hell. And evil giggled, just like girls, as one another vomited up the souls devoured and hurled. Slop was as skin, slopped up and eaten. Horns, just like a bull’s, on every single head;

The dance of fire indeed, was the very dance of the dead! Loud noises clashed like pots;

and wailing noises rang loud, like gun shots. Blood was like juice, slurped on by the fiends;

never any sleep, never any sleep.

And the man looked down, and saw he had no legs. Yet floated. And the man looked up, and saw black darkness. And yet no end to this…

And skin was like bones, as the man floated forth. And his body turned to skeleton, by way of the fire born source. His eyes opened horrible, shaking with fear. And the things there that saw him, bore eyes black like a deer’s. The man yelled with a fumbling cry, and died a never-ending death;

all tears from him, evaporated as he wept. The things giggled like kiddies, with evil faces. Wearing bits of flesh on their teeth, as if braces. The things snatched up the man, bone by bone;

They played pick-up-sticks, with his very soul. And from out of the corner of his ear, the man could still hear;

the other man he killed, just before coming here…

Copyrightcopyright December 17, 2014

The Day the Juice Drank Down


The juice drank down, and then gushed the inner throat;

gobbled down like water, and slurped warm like a coat. The evening day that was, like a glass of good juice;

slurp, slurp, slurp! And shaking the tonsils loose! Gulp, went the thirst quencher, all the way down. The day the juice drank down real good, sliding down ounce by ounce. The blood from the drops colored the tongue red, and red as red as can be;

Boy, that drink sure did hit the spot! No more thirsty me!

Poem meaning: Refers to vampires drinking blood


Copyrightcopyright October 16, 2014

The Banshee that So Searches


The Banshee brings with her, a cry that silences life;

and just like a self-sword armed, her screech cuts at the heart, like a knife-

She wanders alone, just skin and bones;

a hollow walking corpse, with naught a soul-

she searches out for love, she searches out for blood;

and blood doth fills her, her appetite for lunch-

and she shall screech and screech, with her crooked o’l teeth-

the banshee that so searches, and searches for me…

Copyrightcopyright June 30, 2014

The Sky That was Fell


A sky turned to fire, at the blink of an eye;

fire and thunder, combined into an light-

swords took up, like taking up arms;

and soldiers in the sky, fell ontop of cement hard-

each poniard like wood, splintered into shards-

And men after men, waged war with the sky;

the day it was to fell, itself, until died-

clouds pounded bricks, and crumbled mortar, and just like a tornado,

spiraling like a vortex were their every single borders;

kingdoms great and many, all faded with their orders-

inevitable was the sky that fell, and was felled into gravity’s embrace;

as carved into the impeccable blackened clouds, were the sculptures of a face..!

Copyrightcopyright May 24, 2014

Death on a Horse



Death on a Horse

Death on a Horse

Poison hath stricken!

Leaping to and fro!

thar be it a gleam’s glow;

coming forth with all haste, to go gather souls-

Cause it is time, the heart feels ill;

the flies have all gathered, amongst the window sill-

and clumsy was, as clumsy as can be;

from the head up and down, to the bottom of the knees-

SLASH! Thar goes the chin hairs clipped off;

BOOM! Thar ye be crashed into doom!

Death on a horse, just like a knight;

Doom with four limbs, to bring forth a terrible fright;

Coming forth with all speed, to snatch up life..!

Copyrightcopyright May 17, 2014