Nightmare Delights

Dance macabre
dungeon of death
everyone loves role play.
Being afraid
one night out of the year
the inner beast
finally released.
Ghouls
draped in rotted cloaks
faces hidden
no one wants to see
half a jaw worn through
cannot be unseen.
Mummies
bandaged with sand
cursed to plunder the sea
of a time where none believe
that they can be real
deserving of royal accolades.
Giant web
strands of silken gold
drawing in the unwary.
Clutch close
beware the demon blessed
they will consume your soul.
Screams
laughter
giggles all throughout the night
at the Haunted Horror House.
Death strolls
holding the hand
his protege
his child
his time of renewed innocence.
As the moon begins to slip
sun begins to rise
all the monsters
all the beasts
head back home
to await the next night.

©Oct. 13/19
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Scarlet Kisses

When dusk burns away
fires flare
sparks
tiny fireflies
soaring to the heavens.
Voices call
left
right
fore
aft
head turning
eyes straining
you cannot see.
Shrill calls within the night
edging
nails dragged upon the chalk
glance about
feel the burgeoning fear
the closer we get
to All Hallow’s Eve.
Blink of an eye
what once was there
is no longer found
haven shorn
giggles torn
I know what I want
I know what I will see.
Come closer
come near
I shall stroke you
my dear.
Flip and flop
tie the lock
your fortune
I can be.
Sit upon the graveyard gate
hanging in the wind
swing
back
forth
my heart bleeds for you
it truly does
as I lick off your blood.
©Oct. 12/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #67-Untitled Poem

I am afraid.
None would think
to look at me
that there could reside
in my being
a fear so deep
a fear so intense
it causes me to overthink
to over analyze
with no definitive answer.
When the words cease to whisper
when the lines will not write
dread begins to rise
is it happening again
am I falling down the rabbit hole
unable to see
how much damage I am doing
but I am not
doing damage that is.
I walk the fine line
betwixt
normality
freakiness
murky needs hidden
please
I do not want to fall
I do not want to crawl at your feet.
I fret
I frown
I gnaw on my thoughts
unable to hold them clear
nervous I am
that insanity is calling my name.
Plastered smile
cheers
drink in hand
falling down
let me drown
that is all I am asking.
©Oct. 11/19
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Dreaded Huntress

Stalking through the night
bringer of death
of justice
of revenge.
Hounds upon a leash
baying
blood thirsting hunger
never abates
never slaked.
Above each man
each woman
each child
sealed with a kiss
death
life
torture…….
the last tends to be a favorite.
Villains ride upon white hats
under watchful eyes
mask made real
huntress
dead huntress
of the night
looking for a heart to eat.
Shameless
delves into the fantasies
revealed illusion
draws them in near.
Within those last few moments
as death hangs in the air
reality sets in
facades are dropped
seen is the deception
demi-god of death.
My mistress
she rides upon the mares of night
her justice harsh to see
and yet
I have no qualms
with marking foul humans for death
they deserve their doom.

©Oct. 8/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #66-Untitled Poem

Velvet flashes
satin slips
caress over broken skin
softened with lotions
fragranced with sandalwood 
desired by man
owned by one party.
Shadow smiles 
under lit with despair
glide down the stairway
fairy tale goddess
come here.
Innocence
brokered
sold
handed down
one to the next
rage smolders
soldered red
chocked down with bitter bliss.
Hallowed eyes
grim in death
locked on target
slither in.
Come closer
fetid breath
upon bent neck
death’s close kiss
cold tongue run down
wormwood
bite back horrified shrieks.
Lips streaked
blood red
glide upon the floor
hand to hand
zest for life
reanimated
if only for awhile.
©Oct. 7/19
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Winter’s Veracity

Fall surrenders
bowing before the King of Winter
death all around
covered in greying snow
crossroads deep with grief
at all the bodies laying there.
Creep along
tinkle of icicles as they break
hit the glass
out he walks
you had better run
before he finds ye.
Words spoken in mistake
call forth an evil
deep from Winter’s fold
he comes
he dances
he is waiting for his true love.
Skin porcelain white
lips
carmine
move through the street
sacrifice
given to end the siege.
Move
each step crackles beneath
breath fogs the air
single tear falls from deadened eyes.
Head bowed
on your knees
hoping he will come close
look into your eyes
see the hate
the determination
to be the end of all girls fate.
Mocking laughter
piercing
grating
look up at the man afore
terror
all dressed in white
bleeding into the snow.
‘Come sweet child
allow me to explore
mayhap you shall be the one
to sate all my desires.’
Lips crease in practiced grimace
standing hands behind your back
waiting
he believes tied you are
never knowing
never dreaming
this was to be the end.
Hands reach out
skeletal
blue frozen fingers
entwined in your hair
pulling back
bending your neck to see.
Your disgust
barely hidden
allows him to draw close.
Putrid breath
ripe with death
within his maw
he shall try to dispense
his hellish ideals of pleasure.
Bending close
smelling rose
eyes closed
leaning down for a kiss
never seeing the burning in your eyes
only feeling
dark searing pain
as you stab in his side.
Covered in blood
in visceral goo
throw your head back
howling with rage
a frisson of dismay
as you realize the truth.
Tis not death that kills the Winter.
Tis not the kiss of a maiden.
Tis the death of knowledge.
Tis not the man.
Tis not the woman.
Tis the curse…..
that afflicts us all.

©Oct. 6/19
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Restoration of Self

This poem has been inspired by Christine of Poetry for Healing.

Her Daily Haiku-Sat. October 5, 2019

I saw a young woman
standing beneath crystal falls
head back
eyes closed
cleansing herself of her past.
Dark
depression
anger so raw
ravaged her soul
tore her apart.
Year upon year
she abused herself
she took the drugs
she drank the booze
hiding from the truth
blade driven into her heart
time was coming
she needed to mend.
Suicide was not upon her mind
the night it came crashing down
all there was
a howling void
being fed
stop shrieking
stop raging
stop
stop
stop
stop
I can take it no longer.
Yes
for that is me
young
old
middle
I am all of that
and so much more.
Look into the mirror
see no longer shame
beautiful woman
you have grown.
Entwine
image old and new
behold
glorious woman
you are renewed.
I saw a young woman
she stood beneath the falls
washing away perceived sins.
Pushing back
long golden locks
I realized it was me.
Forgiveness is a place
deep deep inside
that is where to heal begins.
I grow
I love
I desire
a new life for me
one where I am strong.
©Oct. 5/19
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