Something wicked comes this way,
infecting all with the poison of dismay.
Fog descends over the gothic city,
lanterns lit dark and gritty.
From beasts to savages the prowlers mold,
sweltering blood pulsates thickening cold.
An ancient curse as old as time,
smothering all with hatred's grime.
Tonight is the night that men become fiends,
rigid steel contorts and cleans.
Rusted fangs bite through rotted meat,
paved in guts and scarlet sleet.
Kill your family and kill your friends,
this is how suffering meets a pleasant end.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...