Dark / Gothic
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So…. ummmm… this is a little more different than usual. Also, a lot longer (which is why I didn’t finish it yesterday). If Lovecraft had written in rhyming couplets, he probably still would’ve had too much self-respect to write this. Regardless… enjoy! On The Hidden God “Come in and see! Come in and see!” He…
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I know it’s 03:30 on the 7th, but I haven’t been to bed yet so I’m going to count this one for the 6th. On The High Price Of Doing Business My wife beside me fast asleep, And no one else at home. Then who is walking in my hall, So late at night…
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It’s a little rambling and definitely a little dark, but I chalk it all up to being exposed to Lovecraft, Howard, Derleth and their ilk at an impressionable age. Whatever may be the explanation…. Enjoy! On Hubris I’d not believe had I not seen, The thing with my own eyes. Collapsed, my knees gone…
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ON GREED Oh once upon a time a King, Sat on a Royal Throne. While at his feet a Royal hound, Gnawed on a Royal bone. The bone belonged, or so it seemed, To the late former King. To normal folk, it’s murder clear, To them a different thing. Now heavy weighs the…
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So… it’s April 1st once again and the kick off of National Poetry Month which means the start of the annual poetry writing challenge. The last time I tried this, things came up and I failed to meet my target of one poem per day for the full month. But here we are again and…
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Morality For The Lost A demon danced in dead man’s shoes, His face turned to the rain. An angel raged on through the night, Adrift on seas of pain. A babe new born an orphan lost, Alone and powerless. A demon too far gone to curse, The angel cannot bless. The babe, a child, grows…
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To Know The Truth Another day has come and gone, Dusk spreads hen gentle cloak, The fog rolls in across the bay, Like slowly drifting smoke. All sound is muffled faint and far, The world fades away. A streetlight’s just a distant glow, ‘Round which some damp moths play. In darkness dense and damp and…
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Not What They Thought Beneath a cloudy midnight sky, A deeper sort of dark. Upon the air a cop’pry scent, Drifts slowly ‘cross the park. Through thinning clouds a wat’ry light, Sifts faintly through the trees. A shout, a shot, a bestial shape, Now topples to it’s knees. Not far away in these same woods,…
Brain Bits To Go 