Black Flowers

Come.
Walk the path with me,
Where nightmares lead the way.
The path is cracked, and
Overgrown;
The windows dark, with
No one home;
Just shadows hidden from
The day.

Come.
Through the door with me,
This portal old and grim.
A hallway dark, no
Light abroad;
Crooked the floor, warped
The boards;
Who knows what evil lies
Within.

Come.
See this room with me,
With dust and dirt about.
No laughter now, to
Lift the beams;
The moving shapes, not
What they seem;
With silent mouths they wish
To shout.

Come.
Lay and stay with me,
To still your beating heart.
Give up the ghost, let
Loose your soul;
Let bone and flesh,
Grow ever cold;
Like black flowers grown in
The dark.

An Unknown Land

This one didn’t come out as I’d hoped, but I’m publishing anyway. Hope you like it.

A land that drifts, through morning mists,
With blanketed fog abound.
Where rain can fall, on oak trees tall,
And cold upon the ground.

A dream of gold, of stories told,
Where history writes itself.
No lies allowed, nor mis’ries shroud,
For shadows hide it’s wealth.

Amongst the trees, the dancing breeze,
The scent of summers past.
A sky that’s wide, no place to hide,
A winter set to last.

A shadow grows, the darkness flows,
No sign of light returning.
With eyes that spy, and softly pry,
What faces are they spurning?

This secret place, where none are safe,
A place of untrue sanctuary.
Tread soft my dear, hold tight to fear,
This place traps all unwary.

A land that waits, for love or hate,
It cares not what is planted.
For shadows grow, and darkness knows,
That peace will soon be granted.

The Demon And The Priest

The girl who cried among the pews,
Looked lost and so alone.
What sin so great to shame the stars,
Could call her to atone.

The priest in black with holy eye,
Beseeched her, take her bow.
But stood before this diety false,
She never would kow tow.

“But child”, he spake among the dark,
“What chance to be redeemed,
If not the knee you take to bend,
And ‘fore the Lord be seen?”

The tears from eyes not innocent,
Then dried upon her cheek.
And with a voice not of the earth,
She then began to speak.

“False priest”, she calmly said to him,
“Do not mistake this form. 
I am so come to free you from
Your piety so forlorn.”

As holy candles lost their flame,
A darkness fell about.
But from the pews a glow was seen,
And priest gave forth a shout.

“Begone foul spawn, I know thy name,
O damn-ed Lord of flies,
Lest I call down the one true God,
To smite you from the skies.”

A rumbled laugh rolled through the church,
To shake the very soul.
This demon foul would not be swayed,
The priest would be his goal.

“Your vows are weak, your faith has gone,
Your prayers no more are heard.
Your followers have fled the field,
You have no flock to herd.”

The priest knew then that all was lost,
He’d failed this final test.
No longer now live in the light,
Be at the darks behest.

Where once a church stood proud and true,
There are now only stones.
Where once a priest held strong to faith,
There is now only bones. 

Darkness

This started quite short, but then I wanted to try and turn it into a bit of a longer one. Not sure I’ve got all the imagery right, but I hope you like it.

Foul deeds occur
In darkened rooms where eyes
And ears are not allowed;
Hidden so from
Innocence and all that
Common men avow.

Where light denied
By shadowed walls will cause
The heart to fade and die;
Final thought of
Redemption sweet that life
In haste has soon gone by.

Remove thyself
From out the light for none
May save thy damaged soul;
Beneath the earth
In halls of dust forsook
By heavens angels all.

No more comfort
To be found for shadows
Now thy only cover;
The burning sun
Now turns it face away
As though a spurned lover.

And there within
This cell of night a man
Bent double cloaked in jet;
The glint of eyes
Of inner hell that speaks
To pain not tasted yet.

Call not for help
From passers by as you
Are long forsaken now;
Behold your fate
At gnarl-ed claw and so
To knee you make your bow.

No more the sun
Will dance on skin as you
Assume your place in hell;
In darkness deep
Where souls are lost you now
Forever are to dwell.

The Man Who Died Alone

Dear readers…
This came to me this evening. Not sure where from (my muse is obviously in a maudlin mood) but the image I saw was a man who died alone in a dark and dusty room. I hope you like it.

No songs were sung in honour
Of a life spent as a stone,
Hard and cold in penance
For sins he can’t atone,
The clocks are stopped and silent
For the man who died alone.

No faces touched by sorrow
No pain felt to the bone,
He squandered all his chances
And reaped all that was sown,
So now the dust will settle on
The man who died alone.

The doors he closed on friendship
And joy he could have known,
The salting of his garden where
Loves flowers may have grown,
He chose a life so empty
The man who died alone.

Ring not the bells in mourning
Sound not a somber tone,
The mirrors are uncovered
The cawing crows are flown,
He does not merit such a grief
The man who died alone.

Time will dull his memory
His name will be unknown,
The castle of his lonely soul
Will hold an empty throne,
The world will turn and leave behind
The man who died alone.

Reblog : Courted By Terror

As I’m struggling a little bit with inspiration, I thought I’d show those of you who have not seen much of my writing how a collaboration can work. This piece was written in collaboration with the exceedingly talented ScottishMomus. If anyone is tempted to try a collaboration themselves, and they’ve never done it before, drop me an email using the ‘Something to say’ link to the right, and we’ll see what we can do. I hope you like reading this one as much as I liked writing it..

Eyes open wide, I lie quite still
In nightmare’s frozen grasp
While chilling hands reach out to me.
In silence, I scream and gasp.

This latest victim gripped by fear
In night, my precious friend,
With stealth I move, ever close
Another soul to tend.

Paralysed hold has made me bold,
My insides start to quiver,
Limbs cannot move to aid or flee
But tremors, inside, shiver.

I sense her terror, intoxicating
A drug that spurs me on,
Her beating heart and panting breath
To me a sirens song.

Only wakened eyes can see the one
And terror courts my soul,
While human manifested lust
Envelops body whole.

Revealed to her in gloried form
Such fear so swift engendered,
Dark desires so physical
Soon powerfully rendered.

The fear, such fear, does haunt me still,
Suppressed as best I can.
This darkened lover in the night
Had not the face of man.

These glowing eyes of hellish depths
Of fire and ice in fusion,
Drink in her form so prostrated
From a face not one bit human.

At shudders end, I claimed my body
But sat up staring wide
Who had penetrated me, untouched,
But felt so deep inside?

Withdrawn from deed so darkly done
My presence deep within,
No touch of flesh so needed
To grant an inner sin.

I looked to see in mirror’s frame
And laughter I heard there,
A distant sense of eyes beheld,
Reaching from some lair.

I watch reaction from afar
As she stares at her reflection,
My wicked mirth I cannot hide
At our newly formed connection.

Molested by the darkest night
And darkest soul of all.
Orgasmic pleasure be subdued,
Temptation from the fall.

Born On A Dark Night

Born on a wild night
Wicked and black
I appear in your mirror
Just as you turn your back.

Eyes that transfix
As you cry burning tears
Staring too long
Reveals deepest held fears.

The shadow that passes
The sound in the night
The breath on your pillow
To cause nightmares in flight.

From what darkened hollow
Does this creature appear
When the moon is in waning
And the sky pure and clear.

What horror awaits
When you’re left all alone
And the king of your terror
Appears on his throne.

So sleep with a light on
And fear the dark night
For I will be watching
Until dawns saving light.