I Was A King

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A welcomed sight for very sore eyes

Sturdy stone mansion high up on a hill

Weary from my travels, moon on the rise

A place to rest and fend off nights chill

 

A palace for Kings long ago many ages

Stories that could be told within these walls 

Of wise men, warriors, maidens and sages

Presence of nobility once roamed these halls

 

A quiet tension unmistakably evident inside

Walls seem to whisper and the floors loudly squeak

Wherein so many phantoms of past history reside

Spectral inhabitants have been waiting to speak

 

With fire in hearth, and warmth to the bone

I settle in for a peaceful nights sleep

Fire casts shadows on walls made of stone

Apparitions of the ages held in castles keep

 

Dark shadows dance and play in the light

As a chill strikes the air and swallows the heat

State of trance overwhelming, captive of the night

Frozen solid with fear no strength to retreat

 

Wild visions of this property and it’s horrific past

A power drunk King and his insatiable bloodlust

Centuries old nightmares have been freed at last

Crimes of the unspeakable and savagely unjust

 

Trapped in my own skin as history replays

Paralyzed in ice as the fire rages higher

Frozen grip of fear weakens as I meet His gaze

Acknowledgement of a past life my funeral pyre

Temptations Tyranny (Eve and the Serpent)

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It has been present since before the sun existed

Bringing it’s gruesome reality gnarled and twisted

Forcing even the most virtuous quickly to their knees

As no one else can observe what this serpent sees

 

Led astray by slight of hand or subtlest gesture

In hopes of discovering purest blissful treasure

Misguided down darkened path lit only by the moon

False promise made brings fates hand too soon

 

 Perfect beauty in His humble image ever to remain

Exquisite form of female perfections sensual domain

Coaxed by the silver tongue of this gardens keeper

To partake of forbidden fruit tainted by the reaper

 

Long gone is the euphoria of such simple ignorance

Carnal knowledge, greed and lust took our innocence

Seven deadly sins all feed our desire for satisfaction

Naïve disobedience brings about such dire exaction

 

Created in His image but now victims of His punishment

Forced to feel guilt and shame, a stain on the innocent

Certainly I am not alone thinking we are not all so cursed

Where would creation be if all our truths were reversed

 

We would not know the elation of pride, fair or unjust

Nor the transcendent ecstasy of passions fiery lust

The growing of wealth beyond greed’s comprehension

Or absolute power, corrupting absolutely without question

 

We’ve all been told of the snake in His garden of illusion

We are all here now to follow that story to it’s conclusion

Not surprising is Eve’s metaphorical “tasting of the fruit”

But the speed at which all others quickly followed suit

 

Young Eve knew not the consequences of her actions

What cost of such simple curiosity and lustful distraction

As was foretold by the seers, the wise men, and the sages

The tyranny of temptation shall go on throughout the ages

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Night Train (A Nightmare Concluded)

Some of you may recognize the first image from a prior flash fiction piece of mine entitled  “A Nightmare To Remember” . I had always intended to continue with that story and finally found a suitable image that inspired the rest of the story. This is a bit different in style to the original piece but tells the continuing story of the character’s quest for what lies below……

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed bringing it to it’s conclusion

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Familiarity for a place I have never physically been before

A sense of dread combined with an eager anticipation

Things my eyes show me to be the truths of my surroundings

Become both overwhelming and soothing to my sensibilities

As my dreamscapes overseer draws me downward once again

 

Shadows and voices return with renewed ferocity and tangibility

Past recurring theme of being led into the intriguing unknown

Curiosity and terror battle for control as I make my way down

A subterranean seduction of my desire to know the unnamed

To finally find what has been beckoning for so long in the night

 

Far beyond where I am repeatedly taken from my journey so abruptly

Further below than I have ever been or may have ever hoped to be

My fervent questioning of secrets within the shadows perhaps foolish

As my thirst for awareness is once again shrouded in paralyzing fear

My delivery to the origin of these eerie steps leaves me stupefied

 

A subway platform of the most odd and unimaginable exists

Far below the place where my delusional odyssey began

A sinister place seemingly alive with shadows and voices

Multitudes of dark and insistent voices that I know so well

Haunting me; taunting as they deliver me to my waiting train

 

As I cross the threshold I am struck by the foul stench of death

Telltale signs of those that came before me are ever present

Epiphany arises as I am struck by the dire truth of my destination

There can be only one place that this voyage will come to it’s conclusion

My fascination with what waited for me below brings me to my Hellish end

 

Greeted by a new yet too familiar figure as it draws me ever near

I am burdened with the memories of all my human indiscretions

Branded with a number to become my new and infinite identity

My headstrong will to survive is stolen with astonishing force

As a modern day Charon removes the pennies from my eyes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rise To The Occasion

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Once again an infrequent occasion is upon us

The time when calendar coincides with moon

In night sky our lunar bystander shines full

As if to cast a spotlight on dire circumstance

 

Time has arrived for the quiet to be interrupted

As the silent ones shall once again be heard

Some recently suppressed, others quelled for ages

Mystic prophecy proclaims they shall rise again

 

As the world turns, so now does the sacred earth

Coming alive with such a terrifying resurrection

Souls of the wrongfully dead reunite with mortal remains

As the unholiest of all reanimations comes into being

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From the ancient natives ruthlessly killed for their land

To innocent bystanders taken away from family and love

All shall now be given a chance at vengeful retribution

Their time for retaliation is upon us as corpses walk again

 

A reclamation of life to seek vengeance has been granted

With an evil twist that could not be expected or prevented

 Innocent and guilty alike shall fall victim to this uprising

There will be no escaping this insurrection of the damned

 

So hastily say your prayers, make peace with your maker

Plead that your fate should be dealt swiftly and mercifully

For our time has run out and the tables have been turned

Predestined apocalypse on this Friday the 13th’s full moon

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Sinful Veritas

Here is another piece co-written by me and my friend Hasty at www.Hastywords.wordpress.com. She is a truly gifted artist with the written word and I consider myself lucky to get to compose with her. I am also pleased to announce that she is now a published poet. Follow the link provided to open a brand new world of tremendous wordplay. “Darker Side of Night”. Be sure to check out her awesome blog site as well.

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Darker Side of Night is available at Amazon in paperback or ebook.

 SINFUL VERITAS

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Stormy clouds enveloped them

Hiding their meeting in the sky

Where dark angels congregated

With majestic ash covered wings

 

This gathering so dangerously forbidden

For the dark should never romance the light

But Heavenly allegiance holds no power here

As wings of white radiance tangle with those of fiery brilliance

 

Their passion rolling inside the thunder

Producing sparks that light up the sky

Their hungry appetite a clapping crescendo

Frightening earthly inhabitants with their rendezvous

 

The Demonic and the Divine twist eagerly in torrid revelry

Pushing boundaries of unspeakable eroticism and treacherous taboos

This heightening fervor becoming a furiously euphoric frenzy

The pure and possessed alike hunger for ecstasy and salacious satiation

 

  Will love overcome their bond and paint beautiful rainbows in the sky

Or will the deviance of dark wreck destruction outside our front doors

The romance of light battling the lust of dark within our atmosphere

Strong impassioned fervor between two forces longing to be one again

 

Nothing righteous could ever come from this unearthly carnal carnival

Writhing deities cast shadows of illicit acts performed by both angels and demons

Mankind is brought to it’s knees by lascivious desires sent down from a hole in the sky

The overpowering strength of reckless abandon spills forth casting a spell on all humanity

 

 

 

Written by Hastywords and JMC813

Bloody Mary

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  She can hear her friends giggling and joking outside the bathroom door. Teenagers can be so cruel. Even to their closest friends it seems. She stands in front of the mirror in pitch black darkness. Now locked in the tiny washroom she is beginning to regret saying she didn’t believe. Taking this stupid dare now seems like a mistake. Best to just get it done with and move on. The sooner she does this the sooner she will be able to continue drinking and carousing with her friends. Directly in front of the mirror she stands, barely able to make out her figure in the dark moonless night. She leans close to the mirror, and with false bravado speaks clearly.

 

                                           “Bloody Mary”

 

  A large howl erupts piercing the air as the strong wind pushes through the trees outside the little window. Startled, she  jumps back a step and her heart races at the sudden noise. She chuckles under her breath and shakes her head. “Chicken shit”. Her eyes start to adjust to the darkness all around. Her Imagination casts shadows on the wall behind her as she starts to feel the cold chill of terror. Again she leans into her reflection and she hears the words leave her lips.

 

                                            “Bloody Mary”

 

  This time the words come out much less confidently and with a slight tremble in her voice. Her friends still lurking near the door goading and taunting. The hair stands up on the back of her neck and every inch of flesh on her body raises in goose bumps.  Is it her imagination or did it really get that much colder in this small room? She truly believes that there is nothing to fear, yet with each passing moment her anxiety increases. Every tiny noise is amplified as she is overtaken by fright. Phantom shadows dance on the wall and in her mind as she draws deep from the well of her own courage. She shuts her eyes tight as a single tear runs down her cheek and with a catch in her throat and shaky articulation she softly whispers

 

                                             “Bloody Mary”

 

  The young girl opens her eyes wide and waits. Watching the mirror intently for this vengeful apparition to appear. Nothing… Absolute silence. Even the wind outside the window has died. Her tension begins to lift as a smile brings color back to her face. She will be the one laughing now. She turns to leave the bathroom thinking only of how she will tease and chastise her friends over more strong drink and general teenage mayhem. She swings open the door forcefully to loudly begin her onslaught of verbal revenge.

   In a split second of recognition everything changed forever. This poor girl’s screams could be heard three blocks away as tragedy worse than any nightmare was now reality before her very eyes. Her three very best friends on the planet lay scattered about on the floor in a sea of scarlet. Throats ripped wide open, and midsections dreadfully disemboweled. Even worse than all this was their eyes. Three sets of eyes still wide open and holding within them an expression of fear beyond any human comprehension.

  This gruesome scene discovered by parents the following morning. The poor girl was found blood soaked and curled up in a fetal position on the floor in the middle of her lifeless friends corpses. Arms around her knees, and eyes unblinking, she rocked slowly back and forth muttering the same three words again and again. “She is real…..she is real…..she is real…..she is……”

 

                                      “Bloody Mary” Exists.

The Widow Black

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  A cold winter chill filled the air and brought with it the bitter reality of the frailty of human existence. It was a large gathering this day. All here to pay their respects to the family, and most especially to the tragically misfortunate young widow.

  It seemed like no time at all had passed since many of these very same people were joyously witnessing the joining of these two people in holy matrimony. After suffering the heartbreaking loss of two previous companions to the most unfortunate of accidents, surely this was going to be the match made in heaven. The proof that paradise exists and can be found here on earth. But earth is what stole her happiness from her before it seemed. For her two previous shining knights were taken away by the ocean, and the dizzying heights of a mountain cliff. And while there were those that said this was all too coincidental, just one look at this beautiful fate stricken young woman would tell you right away that she was nowhere near capable of harm. These were just horrific accidents to be sure.

  And now here they all were, unbelievably mourning the death of the third man to fall so deeply in love with this tragically cursed, love deprived young lady. Again, the man she chose was taken by earthly accident. A fatal fire while the fair maiden was away. So lucky she was not to have died by his side that fateful night. Was this some evil conspiracy to drive this poor woman insane? Is she meant to be alone until her dying day? Perhaps we will never know.

  Overwhelming sadness is felt for the loss of this man by all in attendance, but it is engulfed by the compassion felt for his love forsaken wife. For nobody should have to endure the loss of a spouse even once, let alone for a third time in such a young life. Surely she must be damned by some powerful Demon to realize such tragedy and loss to the power of three. The sorrow and empathy were thick in the air, and the emotion could be felt by all that were there. Such raw feeling and strength of concern for this poor youthful matron. Sympathy so strong for her that the funereal reality seemed eclipsed by the pity being expressed for the lady in black.

  As the funeral proceedings were coming to a close and all were done paying respects and consoling the widowed bride, a young man approached and shyly, quietly said “excuse me miss? I could not forgive myself if I did not pay my respects properly. My name is Walter. I knew your husband as a child and considered him a dear friend. My deepest sympathies to you for your loss”. With this the young woman seemingly began to gently weep under her dark veil. Noticing this, the man meekly spoke again, and with a tremble in his voice said “You seem in no shape to drive miss, might I give you a ride to your next destination?” To which she replied,  “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance  kind sir. I thank you for your generosity and concern. While I am flattered by your gesture, I have arranged for my transportation previously. But I do hope we will meet again soon, and under more pleasant circumstances?” And with that, the young widow in black turned to make her departure. As she slowly walked away, and with her veil still masking her face, no one could ever possibly notice the malevolent gleam in her eye or the wicked smile as it spread across her lips.

Full Circle

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As a young and growing child 
Mental seeds were sown
He’s medicated to be mild
Side effects unknown

 

Said to be unmanageable
Too wild to control
Prescriptions all too viable
No care for future toll

 

Now this child gentle, meek
Falls victim to their taunts
Mistake this boy as being weak
He flees to sheltered haunts

 

Witness of horrendous things
Of which he will not speak
How can family, terror bring
His loved ones, havoc wreak

 

He finds his shelter safe and warm
He climbs inside his mind
His sanctuary from the storm
His thoughts help time unwind

 

As he grows and comes of age
He grows tired of his pills
Things to do and wars to wage
Newfound battle of the wills

 

He’s grown and reached maturity
After years mis-diagnosed
A dangerous threat to humanity
For no longer is he dosed

 

Now his head is free to think
Unclouded by that haze of mellow
To evil thoughts his focus sinks
For vengeance new voices bellow

 

His problem is with reality
Cruel twisting of his fate
It is Preying on his sanity
Ever filling him with hate

 

All those years of passive sedation
The malice that was endured
Now he realizes with exultation
His revenge can be secured

 

Unnoticeable from the outside
The rage within his head
A wicked smile, eyes open wide
The madman kills to see you dead

 

Horrific spree of death and hate
This killer caught and sent away
Caged like an animal to meet his fate
Asylum his home ’til end of days.

 

Far too dangerous to himself and the rest
He must be tranquilized, to take away the wild
A remedy concocted, one that seems the best
The same one it happens, he was given as a child

 

The anger and fury lose their grip on his mind
The memories of his childhood friend held close
Taken back to better days, now easier to find
Then five words bring clarity, “it’s time…..increase the dose”

 

Life and death cross paths as they wind
And all things are bound to repeat
Locked away in cage and mind
The circle is complete

The Girl In The Window

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   For the first time in many years I find myself in a new place. I needed to escape from the mundane existence I had grown so accustomed to for far too long. Where I am now matters not, but I must say I find it very refreshing to be somewhere different and unfamiliar. Even the constant rain and dismal weather does not seem to bother me. In fact, I have taken to walking most places within reasonable distance and find it a healthy way to clear the mind of distraction.

   On my usual route there is a cottage sitting on one corner that I find very unique. It is a quaint little place that seems to be caught in time. The home itself is kept in immaculate shape. I find it quite unusual that a home so well taken care of would have a yard that is so obviously neglected. Overgrown and unkempt. If it were not for the girl in the window, I would almost think that the place must be recently abandoned.

   Ah yes, the girl in the window. I find her the most compelling of all. She has been there every time I pass by. Day or night. Watching the rain fall and the world go by. More than once I have caught her gaze. She looks so sad. My mind has often strayed to thoughts of what has made this poor damsel seem so forlorn. Is she bound to a wheelchair? Sick with disease? Where are her parents? How long has she been in this state? The questions keep mounting. I am driven almost to the point of obsession with this young maidens plight.

   Once again on an evening stroll I pass by that corner house. Again, the young lady sits in waiting. I just shake my head as I think to myself how unfortunate her situation must be. It is evident in her eyes that her heart weeps. She looks so pale. My heart begins to weep for her as well.  

   A short while later I find myself in the local pub trying to shake off the cold and having a shot or two of liquid warmth. Being so new to the village I have refrained from asking, but with the comfort of strong spirits from the bottle, I am compelled to know once and for all the truth behind the cottage and this mysterious sad girl. Bringing it up in general conversation with the proprietor of this fine establishment, I asked in what I thought was the most respectful way possible if he knew anything of the property and the girl I see each time I stroll past.

   The response I received was both the most unexpected and chilling thing I have ever heard. I am sure to be haunted by these words in my nightmares and in my waking thoughts until the day I die. The man looked at me with a very stern face and said ” I know exactly the girl you speak of and I find your attempts at humor in extremely poor taste. Surely you know that a house no longer stands on that property. That lot has remained vacant ever since the fire”………….