DP: Evil Exists

It’s been a long time since I posted anything. There are reasons for that, but I will not go into them here. However, I saw the Daily Prompt today and it gives me the opportunity to at least reblog something. I hope you like this.

“Write about evil: how you understand it (or don’t), what you think it means, or a way it’s manifested, either in the world at large or in your life.”

Born of hell-fire
and firmament black;
evil incarnate
with devil made pact.

Gruesome in countenance
vicious in deed;
pleasure in flesh
that easily bleeds.

Fire and brimstone
the promise in truth;
freely corrupting
all passionate youth.

Unreasoning wickedness
creeping in sin;
blissfully freeing
the beast from within.

A killer at night-time
the darkness a friend;
not caring for righteous
sweet heaven forfend.

To sacrifice innocence
on alter of pain;
there’s nothing to lose
and a shadow to gain.

This cruelty embodied
that darkly persists;
gives proof to the concept
that evil exists.


I wrote this to take part in the Whimword latest challenge, using the word “locket”. Hope you like it.

It shines upon her beating chest,
This tiny store of hopes and dreams,
An image kept at loves behest,
But he, alas, not as he seems.

The fragile chain that holds it there,
Made of gold with tender clasp,
Formed by hands of love and care,
And with its links this heart to grasp.

A single catch to keep it closed,
And hold such secrets deep within,
Hid from the world when fully clothed,
But seen by all when dressed in skin.

This treasured locket kept for years,
The love inside shown as a lie,
And though the truth has brought forth tears,
She’ll keep his image locked inside.


My output has slowed down of late – a combination of things has conspired to reduce my creativity and inspiration. This one came to me last night, finished today. It’s quite short, but it’s something new. I hope you like it.

With wine such lips are easy freed;
Such truths emerge in shadowed room,
Where guilt revealed ensures thy doom,
And lovers trust is gone too soon,
All for the sin of greed.

With wine thy actions show their cast;
To turn away when love is shown,
Dismissive queen upon her throne,
With crown of sadness thou shall own,
All joy is in the past.

With wine the scales fall from my eyes;
No more illusions holding sway,
All subterfuge is drawn away,
Now truth forever come what may,
No more to live with lies.

Too Early

I saw a tweet today – a pub has already got a Christmas tree up. In September. That’s ridiculous. It drove me to write this. Hope you like it.

Before the autumn’s been and gone,
Before the pumpkin faces seen,
What madness takes an early hold
With Christmas on our screens?
Too early for the tinselled trees,
The glittered baubles garish glow,
Such crass commercials everywhere
With fake and sprayed on snow.
Where once a sainted holiday,
Religion as it’s central theme,
Now a gross and rich parade
Of money, gifts and greed.
Save me from the false bonhomie,
The drive to purchase more and more,
We’ve not yet welcomed Halloween
Yet reefs are on the door.
Yule tide is for winter only,
When cold and dark nights wander in,
It’s far too early here abouts
For Christmas to begin.

The Girl Upon The Stairs

After a fairly long hiatus, it seems my muse has slowly started to return. I hope you like this one.

Every day she passed me by,
The girl upon the stairs;
I wished to know her secret name,
And where she went to play her games,
I never caught her eye.

Soft her tread and smooth her step,
The girl upon the stairs;
As if a shadow passing by,
Whispered silk with gentle sigh,
Her memory I kept.

Scent of summer followed on,
The girl upon the stairs;
As if a window open wide,
Had conjured here the world outside,
Lingered when she had gone.

More than all I wish to know,
The girl upon the stairs;
There’s nought by her within my mind,
But only on the stairs I find,
This girl that I love so.

A Room At The Top

There’s a room in a house
You shared with a girl,
A window that showed the
Dark streets;
It sat at the top of
A three storied stair,
A pillow that always
Smelled sweet.

The first night I stayed there
You offered me wine,
You told me I would not
Drive home;
We shared a hot evening
A night under stars,
Such moves I had never
Been shown.

The drive the next morning
That took me away,
A route to be etched in
My mind;
This journey I’d follow
Again and again,
To room where our bodies

This house in the city
The room at the top,
Forever I just longed
To be;
A climb to the top of
The three storied stairs,
The whole world then made sense
To me.

Once More

I am really not sure about this one. The whole ‘Once more…’ repeating motif. I read it and it seems to work, but I’m not the best judge of this stuff. Anyway… I hope you like it. Thank you for reading.

Once more down dark and twisting roads,
Once more among the black,
Once more into the nightly fray,
Once more no looking back;

Once more my safety in my hands,
Once more a fear of death,
Once more the swiftly beating heart,
Once more a lack of breath;

Once more the light retreats from me,
Once more the darkness grows,
Once more my voice screams in the night,
Once more no other knows;

Once more my nightmares come for me,
Once more my terror wins,
Once more so lost inside the night,
Once more my fear has wings;

Once more the never ending sleep,
Once more a world in mind,
Once more I fear to never wake,
Once more forever blind;

Once more I wake in early hour,
Once more I’m left to be,
But soon the night returns again,
Once more to torture me.


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