Friday, May 29, 2020

dark of night

Deep in the dark of an October night,
We wait to see the nocturnal light,
A slight glow from the forest comes,
Creeping along the ground it runs,
With eyes as red as the sun at dawn,
It makes its way toward the living who are having fun,
The trick or treat crowd is walking along,
Not knowing the creature is on the run,
With snarling teeth and pointed ears,
It steadily follows the little dears,
When they reach the house and play a prank,
It leaps at them and in fear they tank,
Running for their lives in the dark of night,
It follows them as they seek the light,
One trickster cries out in fear,
As the snarling creature comes near,
Suddenly they realize its the neighbors dog,
Dressed up to resemble a wolf in the fog,
Now the prank is on the tricksters,
It not so funny to be chased by hungry eaters,
Maybe next year they will forget the pranks,
And just collect candy where last year their hearts sank

Scattered

scattered pieces of my heart
lying around
shadows of my soul
haunting the world
sharp splinters of my smile
gone forever
lost whispers of my sanity
hurting the night
wandering emptiness of my thoughts
killing me
black fragments of my future
suffocating love
broken bits of life
annihilating whats left of me
the chains of your lost life
are binding my black wings
I am unable to fly
unable to be free
and unable to heal

Monday, May 11, 2020

the children of the night

The moon is full and shining,
it fills us with delight.
It's time we went out hunting,
we children of the night
Listen to us calling.
The night is clear and still,
and nature sits with bated breath
as we run down our kill.
The mystery of our Moon Song
will fill your heart with dread.
We come as bat or werewolf
to take you from your bed.
The screaming of our victims,
beaten, bloody, raw
is music to our monstrous ears
as we regale in gore.
When once we take your virtue
betray you with our bite,
then you must come and join us,
we children of the night.
Come join in the love songs
we render to the Moon.
Come take part in our ritual
and dance the Devil's tune.
For we are Satan's children.
We run before the light,
delighting in dark kingdoms,
we children of the night.

Saturday, May 2, 2020

Black

black are my wings
dark as the night
produce a fake smile
not worth the fight

black are the days
lying behind
no golden sunrays
staring blind

black are the thoughts
wandering in my head
cant connect the dots
between good and bad

black in the world
pitch dark outside
and all is swirled
nowhere to hide

black is all that remains
if I am fighting no more
dark clouds
will be my chains

behind a black prison door