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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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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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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Word of the Day Challenge #64-Untitled Poem

I bow before you
a masquerade
kingly in all your touches.
You…..
you called for me
beseeched the night skies
hoping for
needing to
herald a new beginning.
I am death
slithering
snaking
striding through the halls
the darkness
smoke in the mirrors.
My face never seen.
My presence
the stirring of small hairs
on the back of your neck.
You beckoned
wanted to know the truth
beat your chest
bare your heart
someone…..
someone must pay.
Would that it were that simple
my lord
to find the culprit
to make them pay
it will not bring back the victims
you must let them lay.
Your initial wrath
simmers to rage
becomes slow sorrow
as reality is shown to you.
Some lies need must play
some truths need must be hidden.
Blades secreted
payment in blood
time will come
when your revenge is done.

©Sept. 28/19
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Miss Hyde

Grey desolation
bleeds through the colors
stalking me
daring me to run
so it may hunt me.
Hurling through the abyss
I hear mocking laughter
screaming in my ears.
I shriek.
Rip at my hair.
Cover my ears.
Shed tears of sorrow
of hopelessness
of despair.
When did I become so lost?
When did my world go from sun
from flowers
from moonlight dinners
to this?
It hurt.
I sit alone
at a table for two
a single glass of wine.
I sip it slowly
eyes scanning
until I find you…..
my love.
I gave you everything.
He stole from you.
I put aside my hopes
my dreams.
He took your future.
I float in a fog
there is no more worth living
he no longer loves me
he no longer cares.
He never did.
It was all a game.
You lost.
He stole your everything.
Voices
grim
screeching with righteousness.
I grip my head
stronger then they am I.
Stumbling back
I run and hide.

©Sept. 25/19
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