Something Wicked, This Way Come!
Edgar Allen Poe and the darkness he brought in most of his chilling works along with the sudden craze with vampires n werewolves made it all clear for me O.O
Howls are thy mere illusions
Those trickling blood by thy side, warm
Whose is it? Thy head shaketh with innocence
Tell me nothing more, dearest
Changes, darkest night are longest at times
Creeping us, sideways and up Front!
Heart felt, horror was none presumed
Apparitions hovering above thee
Whispering ghastly things that should not be
Enlighten me with such stories, of the Old
Where trees grew scarce, yet taller than the Sun
Thy heartbeat is bewildering, riling inside thee
Stop! Maketh sense please, o mon chér
Scared? No, that ain’t me
What glistening fangs thee have, whispers me.
Thy pupils, oh so Great and Wild!
Thy biceps, shredding me to pieces of no such Difficulties
I learnt the hard way, of thy Beauty
Nature has its own course, Magnetic and sombre
Judging thee, may I not be
Special thee is, for me and Forever more
Haunting tales, midwives jokes they are!
Kill me this very moment?
Why not yesteryears? Too late now
Sronger and Faster, I am to thee
Toying around, of no utmost importance
Shrilling laughters, heard thee not?
Slaughter thy own emotions, please Love!
Witches of the Great Trees, wandering for souls
Wait, thy eyes showed mercy for them
Ghouls of the Earth roaming free outside
It calmed me more, decapitation of thy Mind!
Serious intentions of Evil audacities, stupid!
Never thee bother, changeling you must
Full moon or the accursed Sun?
Neither, so scrape me skinless instead
Away from thy Monstrosity, nor Humanity
Both are worthless, pointy ears of thee
Listen to me, for Repetition it may never be!
Gasping for air, my throat on thy claws
Murder and mayhem, an overrated exaggeration
Sacred no more, this unholy alliance
Kill thee, of that I am offered now
Freed souls slapping me with Agony
Alone, I am as always without thee
Thy curses are a remedy for mine
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Mon coeur et Mon âme
PoetryAs the title goes, My Heart and My Soul. Poems of my own imagination, feelings and life experiences woven into a string of meaningful words which I would love to share with all of you. Different genres encapsulates the pure joy of workmanship and ta...
