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cowered in the darkness, in the darkest of dark,

where the moon is just a hope,

and where shadows-shadow steals at will,

he waits, breathless, a stranger to himself,

a slave to an even darker heart.

hate and lust fashions his blade,

where all deserve the sweeping boundary of his steel,

and the lunge, that frees them from their sins.

death flows languidly at a terrible price,

when corpses chase their souls for sufferings peace,

always claimed by others, as he finds none himself,

for his slithering traces only back to the flames,

where he sports bloods stain as his penance,

and waits once more the awakening of a twisted soul,

as the blade sharpens slowly at the wheel,

and a madman’s prayers find their way back to hell. 

Down the Road

footsteps hesitant in fogs devour

as the path well known deceives

my pace once measured falls silent

distance and direction lost with time

streetlamps but shrouded mysteries

a swirl of breeze caresses in menace

imaginations fear drains all senses

and frights kiss preys on the mind

when a whisper from behind startles

and the shapeless figure approaches

with its scream the last sound heard

 as life itself vanishes into deaths mist

The Moon Whispers Murder

loves memory begs forgiveness,

as she cries for my soul,

knowing still its vile sins,

when the animal demands release,

under the moons curse,

where silence devours screams,

as the rush of blood, pools,

sating the shadows hollow thirst,

and staining forever a memories path.

the profanity of what I am,

of what I have become,

causes me no hate,

nor allows me empathy,

for mankind is my prey,

when the moon whispers murder,

and fear fills their very being,

as the evil again feeds.

Footsteps

they followed along the path,

far too deep into the woods,

until their footsteps were lost,

in a mist that chilled their very soul,

to be swallowed by time’s feast,

where shadows whispered their name,

and in the dying of light’s last breath,

darkness screamed their fate,

searching each other’s eyes, terror

and tears reflected the absence of hope,

and they were consumed by each other’s sins,

to be spit out into the darkness,

becoming bits of darkness themselves,

waiting at the paths end,

straining for the whispers,

 and the sounds of innocent footsteps.