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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

I Could Feel a Presence



The windows should remain covered at all times

A voice echoed in my mind
Why?
What secret did this house hold?
I know something is there
I could feel the presence
As I peered into its soul
The giggling, the laughter
Almost chastising my every thought

Do not worry about the statues

The same voice called out
Why?
Was it not odd that these religious statues would just appear?
Someone or something had to move them
Could it be the same force I feel from afar?
I guess it is possible
The invisible entity at play
Chanting scripture at my feet

Do not let anyone else inside

The stern voice grew louder
Why?
Even after 10 years, I dread opening the door
I am sure I am unwanted
A guest uninvited
Just once I wish they would appear though
These spirits
My only friends

Be careful what you wish for

The last sound I remember
For once, I discovered the grand entranceway alive
The sun, setting through the stained glass
Then she appeared
Pale, yet beautiful
Like a starlet from my youth
The brightness of her lips
The gleam in her eyes
Was she the one?
The vision in my dreams
The monster of my fears
No, worse

Sunday, September 19, 2010

His Legend Secure



His Legend Secure
(as seen in  Realm of Horrotica)

Suddenly the message is clear
Embers to ashes
Day to night
The tapestry falls silently into the ravine
Spirits of the lost engulf this realm
Their homecoming is near
Ignite the torch
Open the void
Raise the dead
Another victim will appear

This night if foreign
The angels have vanished
The recluse lives
The madams' parlor is full
Her crystal reflecting every tear
Her coffers bursting from remorse
Silence befalls the guilty
His hand grasps the knife
Torturous exploits so refined
Yet, horrific

The blade slices her abdomen
Mutilates the face
Blood stained tears appear on the pillow
Her soul in limbo
Trophies line the library walls
Trinkets of pleasure found in a ravenous rage
The head of a lion
The heart of a whore
The flavor untouched
The thrill unmatched

The next victim on the corner
Her perfume masks the disease
The viral rot infesting her womb
A daggers edge silenced the wench
Milk oozing from her bosom
Time for the sacrifice
927 yards to the East lay another sow
Her labia in hand
Her virginity destroyed
Panic rises from the calm

Suddenly his message is clear
Charcoal to embers
Night to day
The dissertation is just
His rise to prominence foretold
More streetwalkers return for their wage
A new day on tap
His knife sharpened
His bag in place
His legend secure