Black clouds gather at my window, I see an expression of mirth,
the silhouette of a woman that's haunted me since birth.
A bloodied apron drags across the hollow tiles,
followed by cries of grief and unhinged hatred.
The ghastly portrait stalked me for miles,
her tortured soul knew that we were related.
I heard her approaching from the creaking halls,
her ghost fading through my bedroom walls.
She knew my name,
she knew the worst of my filthy secrets.
To slit my throat was nothing more than a game,
Of all the stains she left behind, I would receive the most wicked of treatments.
The apparition that murdered my sister and brother,
the vengeful ghost of our lunatic mother.
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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...