Dark

Fey

Folder: 
Tales and Fables

The heart within me turned to stone

Like a wolf pack's lonesome cries

Darkness woven in my bones

But starlight fading in my eyes

I hear the whispers in the trees

A wisp's song fluttering on the breeze

But ne'er will I go home again

Ne'er will I go

 

I heard the call of maiden fair

But swore again I'd go not there

My lonesome crying in the night

Has formed me as a sullen wight

Oh cursed fairy! How could you lead

A child to such an awful deed

For ne'er can I return again

Ne'er to return

 

Alone at last, my will is done

Now, forever this must be

Before my mind be overrun

To hurt no more, my final plea

My past is lost, the future nigh

My story dead on sands of time

To home I must return again

Again I must turn home

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Scars

If life was like a letter

And reality a dream

If love was somewhat better

Alive but less extreme

 

If the past was dead and rotten

And Death was just a door,

Then I could bear your loving scars

For now and evermore

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My Masterpiece

Folder: 
Stages of Change

I found him small

    when he was happy

        and oh so innocent

 

When at night I could see him,

     he would close his eyes

         and wished he was normal

             like everyone else

 

So he began calling out

     and there I was 

          guiding him to his normalization.

 

I wrapped real tight

      he had trouble speaking

         so he had no choice

              but hear my whispering voice

 

I got his arms so he could stop

       stop fighting and let me consume him.

 

When one night he did.

       Now look at him,

           My Masterpiece

 

He was different, and now he is like everyone else

You can't tell from which is which.

Which stone is his?

 

      

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not my greatest but sure is the newest. I made it in the perspective of the "devil" or the inner demons that whisper and whisper until you can't take it anymore.

 

Let me Know if you have any questions.

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Figment of my Imagination

Figment of my Imagination

By JFarrell

 

I am just a figment of your imagination

I don’t exist

The grumbling of a piece of cheese

Eaten too late at night

 

A shadow stirred by a

Tap-tap-tapping on your door

Memories awakened by

A howling on the wind

 

The breath on your neck

Of “Spring-Heeled” Jack

The knife at your throat

In Whitechapel

 

A ghost, a wisp

A vivid dream

Already forgotten

As you wake

 

The flea bites me

Then bites the arm of God

And I am nothing, forever

Just a figment, an echo

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i'm i my imagination or yours?

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On Nights, Such as This…

On Nights, Such as This…

By JFarrell

 

On nights, such as this…

 

The rain teems down in sheets

From a deep indigo sky

Laden with thick, heavy, ominous clouds

 

The lightening strikes down as serrated blades

Followed by, at first, a quiet, almost unnoticeable murmur

Which grows in depth and volume to become a deafening rumble

 

The only other sound

is the hypnotic sibilance of the rain

Droning out a tattoo

 

On nights, such as this…

 

Guy Fawkes and his conspirators plotted

ISIS contrive their next act of cowardice

The dark creatures feel stronger

 

Highywaymen held up coaches

Punks with knives rob the weak

And those that thrive in darkness feel braver

 

On nights, like this

Vermin are given more courage

To rob, rape, kill…..  

anything a coward thinks will make him a man

 

Because, the day shows the shameful, pathetic excuse for the man he really is

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

yep, raining here :)

Baharna - Part 2

Folder: 
Poetry

O great island Oriab,

Mighty port city.

Twin beacons:

Thon and Thal

Where ships sail...

 

The city rises steeply

The very flight of steps

Into this beautiful city,

Where the night calls all!

 

A canal which leads

To the lake of Yath.

On the shore of this lake,

Is an unnamed city...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

Azathoth - Mighty Flutist God

Folder: 
Poetry

At the center of the Universe,

Is Azathoth, in all His might.

Corpulent mass of swirling,

Chaotic forms and more.

 

Piping an odd sound,

Which is muted at its bone.

Without melody or rhythm,

A sound lonely through His madness.

 

Like a Sultan on His throne,

They dance around the dome.

The 12 Dancing Gods so blind,

Of which Nyarlathotep did depart in His might.

 

Azathoth, the insane and formless God

The mad mass of Chaos

Piping the world to an end...

 

Insanity is what He is about!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

Astral Plane Magick

Folder: 
Poetry

I drew my magick in Arts,

In front of the altar starts

The Magick Circle around,

The Demon was abound.

 

He bowed over me,

"What doth thee?"

 

Magick on the Astral Plane,

This way invocations are safe...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts.

Armageddon-Bullet

Folder: 
Short Stories

Thunder was heard from outside, I saw the lightning through a hole in my curtains. I knew they had come, I started to walk around. Then on a bookshelf I saw the statue of the Demon, the Demon I knew but instantly again (and to my frustration) forgot his name. Then He spoke to me, the Demon; He discussed with a fierce voice the upcoming end of the world and many other things of which I had no understanding.

 

The Demon showed me a vision of great Anubis-beasts who made the ground tremble, black they were, with great Anubis-heads and vast bodies without roundings (at least none were such as visible). On top of these Anubis-beasts rode great Pharaohs dressed in white and gold, but immediately through or split from their chests bloody open came zombies, leaving the pharaohs cut open and dead, falling away from the great beasts. That was my vision of the end of the world, which always seems to include zombies.

 

Ramses came into the room after I heard the alarm of war outside, he said we had to hide from the bullets that would kill a man so he said he would hide me in the cellar. As ridiculous as he is, he put me under the table in a sleeping-bag, that was his cellar, I don't know, maybe he was already mad at this point; it just didn't make much sense to keep lying there so I stood up and walked towards the window. Then a bullet came through the glass, but it was a strange bullet; it seeks its target and keeps bumping to the walls until it has find a target. This time the bullet didn't hit me but almost did as I was unbalanced and had great difficulty avoiding the bullet.

 

I decided to go to the cellar myself. There were strange colored glass windows (which I don't recall seeing before) in the many rooms (which were all mine as I claimed them before due to the reason that nobody wanted to live there because of the evil things possibly dwelling there). I had really huge rooms but I decided to remain in the small rooms...

 

Then it happened, the bullet came through one of the windows, as it started to seek its target people came running down the stairs towards me (including Ramses). They all saw it when the bullet hit me, but then something weird happened: it didn't kill me, it made me mad, really insane, delirium in a chaotic way...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

(A dream I had).

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