Villainess of the Night

Clip Clop
Clip Clop
horses on the trot
taken from behind
gloomy gas lit night
come play with me
hither and yon.
Nimble
dance with misted wraiths
shadows prey
hungry
blade
razor rapier
tear into your heart.
Cry
moan
beg for me
beg that I release you
to death
to anything
but the dying pain.
Butterfly strength
mask covered face
sweet mint breath
hot on the neck
flick my tongue
tasting your fear
tinged in copper blood.
Race through darkened streets
terror filled glance
back
should have stared forward
my ability to track
to move
cat like grace
so well known.
Gore dipped blade
my breath
my breast
not ragged
not rent
turn
skip
walk away
Jane the Ripper
here to play.
©Feb. 18/20
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Hunger Abated

Time
history glutted on myths
on tales told true
forgetting though
those tales of old
about monsters and what’s due.
Close the shutters.
Lock
bar them tight
ignore that tapping you hear
for should you open the door
no one be found
for no one is there.
Yet once the door is closed
a chill descends
mystery odor
cabbage mixed with sewer
mixed with blood?
Prowl the house
check under the bed
closets are sealed tight
sashes locked
low mocking laughter
are you just being paranoid?
Family manor
derelict
run down
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
burning it down
would bring relief.
Candle light flickers
cool breeze
licks your ears
sudden screech
piercing to the inner core.
Drop the candle
run run run
my sweet little one…..
as always
I shall dawdle
letting you get a head start
before I swoop in.

©Oct. 30/19
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Tortured Innocence (Or so they thought)

I made a deal with the devil
giving him my soul
solely for a chance at retribution.
He gave it to me so willingly
promising he would see me when I arrived home.
I haunt desolate moors
busy side streets
rooms dusty with misuse
those burnished bright beneath a layer of wax
awaiting the dance to begin.
I am the hidden desire
bleak truth that you harbor
nightmares I bring
to make you shudder
to make you fear
to make you look over your shoulder
wondering
if I am near.
Croon softly in your ear
melody of death
played when you carved your initials
into my flesh.
I ran away in my head
away from the pain
the tears
the fears roiling within.
Your mutilated love
which you professed it to be
made me into this succubus
that you do so see.
You and the Devil
naive you thought I be
only to discover
I am far worse than both of you
together
two to my one.

©Oct. 29/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #69-Untitled Poem

Prancing down the streets
peering in windows
wondering where I will crawl in
what I am going to find
in these houses
charmed to keep me out.
A shadow spilled over the streets
gliding between shades of grey
an image
captured from the corner of your eye
enough to make you
cringe
second guess your senses
whimper in fear.
Clackity clack
nails tipped in black
tap-ity-tap
nails shaped as talons
my voice
a sinuous whisper
curling around your ear
causing you to rise
to pull down the blinds
before reassuring yourself as is well.
Sidle in
shape shifter
call for the kitty
and in I come.
Almost you won
almost you fought the war
stare into my eyes
beg and plead
as I drink your life’s blood.

©Oct. 23/19
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Deadly Tumble

Twisted tongue
curdled words
hurled
willy nilly
not a one caring
the damage done.
I am so sorry.
I really did try.
Just…..
you were really horrid.
Bad in bed.
Bad in life.
Bad at love.
I could not last any longer
hanging around with you.
I slipped you a mickey
watched your eyes glaze over
took your hand
and out the door we walked
you were never coming back.
Walk along the cliff
I am on the inside
you closest to the edge.
When I stumble
you do not try to catch me
which makes it easy
to bump into you.
Cliff crumbling beneath clawed nails
you stare up at me
desperate
screaming for help
will I watched you.
Slowly step forward
watching you let go
slip
fall away
your body crumpled on the rocks.

©Oct. 19/19
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Gentle Death

Oh that is right little one
This is your first time
Awwwwwww
I am so proud
The student
outfoxing the master
I should have seen this coming
You did not preen
You did not give off
The aura
The halo
That gave away the others
Come closer
Do not hesitate
Do not become jittery
Steady the shaking hand
Grimace of remorse
Slash the blade
Arterial spray
Paint the walls
Paint yourself
Bathe in
The blood of the conquered.
I hand off my mantle
With gladness
And not without
a hint of sadness
For I would love to see
To watch the escalation
The staging of your plays.
How long before they caught on?
With my final breath
I bid you adieu.
Do not mourn me little one
I have always told you
There could only be one great one
One serial killer
To perplex
To play
With those too dimwitted.
Good-bye child
Thank you for the gentle dying.

©Oct. 18/19
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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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