Hunter Becomes Hunted

(An unlucky human has the tables turned as this huge brown bear exacts brutal revenge for being hunted!)

Gun jamming, the bullet is unable to be fired.
Staring at an enormous beast closing in.
Too late to run as the creature overtakes me.
One swing of its massive paw shatters my shoulder,
Ripping skin and snapping bone as blood pours,
Leaving my arm hanging from the socket.
Ribs are broken by the force of powerful jaws.
Falling to the ground, I try to play dead.
Injured and crippled, staying still is my only hope.
A vain attempt at preserving life, failure is the result.
Eaten alive, this enraged animal rips me to pieces!
Gorging on the mutilated body of human prey!

On Sacred Ground

I stray onto sacred ground
The resting place of souls bygone.
Solace is what I seek,
But there is no solace
No succor to be found
Not here among broken, fallen stones.
Nor bent, wilting trees.
I search for you under the moon
Thoughts of you race through my mind
Feelings better left unspoken.
This was our place
The fertile earth from which the black rose of our love took seed.
We exchanged blood amidst these graves.
Transfused our darkest thoughts and dreams.
It is here too that our love died.
A fitting place for something that is no more

night walk

As I walked down the leaf bestrewn path
The trees seemed to show their wrath
As the wind violently attacked
In the obscure pitch black
The nearby hot spring was a steam bath

In the moonlight it steamed, gleamed, and screamed
The night was just like a dream
Only it was a nightmare:
Frightening, fateful, freakish, fear
Nothing was as it seemed.

Alone, abandoned, afraid and ambivalent
I must have looked very innocent
As I opened up the gate
Leading to my ominous fate
I opened the doors to imprisonment, which kept me alert and vigilant


The paved graves, brave and gray
Ghosts glanced at me and waved
I stood frozen in the night
There was only one street light
The ghosts raved; they were a cold urgent wave
Craving to be saved

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

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.

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