Mortal Serenade

black petals
dotting white
pristine blanket
droplets of blood
hunger in the night
calling out
whining
whimpering
seduction in the night
men
lead astray
wives
left in disarray
deep in the forest
deep in the night
lusts an evil
consuming
wanting
needing
vitality
to continue her blighted curse.
creep through
axe in hand
try not to trip
roots of trees
bent to her will
knowingly try to trip
ensnare
making prey easy
for a huntress age old.
glamour worn
sucking in
making them want to seduce
for freshly given
tastes better
then that stolen life force
often she has to truck
for danger is known
so few come
unless stricken
walking passed
with the lure
of Siren’s call
deep in the woods
down by the falls
upon pristine white bed
all will be lost.
©Oct. 29/20
Picture via Pinterest

Untitled Dark Poem #3

Snow drifts
flakes fall
silence all around
I stand there
pressed to side
staring in
watching
family of four
should have been mine.
If only
my thirst
had not been such
to lead me down
darkened path
into arts
black
tainting
good
evil
no turning back
price to be paid.
I hover
linger
next to your bed
watching
chest
rise and fall
laying my head
listening to heartbeat
strong
constant
soothing
should have been mine.
Glowering
vicious gaze
woman next to you
sidle
face to face
I want to disappear her
take her place
You owe me…..
you promised me…..
you left me.
Shudder
vapor breath
step back
shrill scream
child so sensitive
how can it see
when others deny
even the sense of me?
I linger in corners.
I am a forgotten scent on the wind.
I am a breeze in the dark hallway…..
the nightmare
you swore to protect from
even
as I stand behind
sending her malevolent force.
You were mine.
I was yours.
She came between
what should have been ours.
Driven in madness
driven in fear
my blood lust such
I called for her death.
In vicious lash
it came to pass
upon myself
a wraith now
haunting you
forever more.
©Oct. 28/20
Picture via Pinterest
BeingMomIsaBliss

Learning Motherhood on the GO !!!

Milsy Girl

I'm a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mum but don't forget I'm me!

A Perturbed Virgo

A Cacophony Of A Single Mother’s Musings

A Musing Clio 🤍

Celebrating history one afternoon tea at a time

Thomas W. P. Slatin

American Writer, Photographer, and Website Designer. Former career Fire and EMS Lieutenant.

Word of the Day Challenge

Alternative haven for the Daily Post's mourners!

Question Asking with April

A Blog asking questions about life, love and what the hell we are doing in this crazy world!

Arturo's Stories Bizarre

Stories Bizarre, a fabulous collection of weird, extremely bizarre short stories, as well as some highly strange but very interesting poems, written by author and poet Arturo Hernandez.

utahan15

poetry and prose

Eddie silver

not a whole lot really

EllPoet Emotionally Raw Poetry.

I write poetry that is unexpected, raw, from the heart & mind, I don’t shy away from being emotional, & real in my writing.

Triangle Writes...

Poetry/Poems, Photography, Travels, Musings, Quotes, Challenges, Awards, Reblogs, Uncategorized

Thought Fountain

Always overflow with the Positive Thoughts &Let drain the Negative Thoughts

Shristy Singh

Adding Creativity Through Brush...........

Boomer Eco Crusader

Helping you save time, money and the environment

%d bloggers like this: