Journeyman

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Poised and proud in his daily progression

Ready to leave behind every transgression

All new paths lead to his future unknown

Mists of doubt and cold shadows are shown

Light breaking through dark curtains of rain

Maybe just lightning, new infliction of pain

Carefully he treads through ominous places

Noting grim dispositions on everyone’s faces 

Though he grows increasingly weary and weak

He only hears the voices of his guardians speak

Onward as he carries his heart on both sleeves

His spirit rises in the night as he truly believes

A better place has been saved for him to reside

He quickens his pace and lengthens his stride

Moving away from physical things left behind

Watching his past, present, and future unwind

 

Rabbit Hole

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It seems that Alice has gone and done it again

Strayed too far from home and fallen further in

Ages have passed since her childhood adventures

Her downward spiral now brought swiftly to an end

As she crashes hard on once familiar ground

 

 

No more characters bending wild imaginations

For the clock has stopped ticking as Rabbit

found himself late again for the very last time.

 

 

Long gone is the Caterpillar, as all that remains

is the empty husk of an abandoned chrysalis

While the stench of stale smoke fills the air

 

 

The Hatter locked away deep in the confines

of his tragically warped and dangerous mind

Deemed too far gone to ever be rescued

 

 

And the Queen of Hearts hasn’t held court

Since the Cards buried her in white roses

After loudly shouting “Off with her head!”

 

 

This new land pales in comparison

to the Wonderland of her colorful youth

No longer does her imagination run wild

As shades of grey now preside over all

And the future seems desperately bleak

 

 

Looking back on it all now she wonders

about the validity of her grasp on sanity

Was all that she experienced genuine

or did she fall victim to a horribly vivid

surrealistic nightmare?

 

 

Was the trip she took a key to her inner self

or just a precursor to this plunge into oblivion?

The rabbit hole a chance to get acquainted

with her creativity and imaginative mind or

just a clumsy fall into a hole in the ground?

 

 

Pondering this as she picks herself up

Alice catches a glimpse of something familiar

She turns to see a very old and haggard

rabbit in tattered clothing clutching tightly

to a broken pocket watch

 

 

The last thing she hears before the skies

swallow her in eternal darkness is the voice

of her old friend Rabbit saying

“Very sorry to bring you this news Miss Alice,

but I am afraid we have BOTH run out of time.”

Styx (Forever Together)

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Panic stricken defines our victim’s calling

Into depths unknown and quickly falling

Frantic memories emerge while thinking

Pictures painted on a mind that’s sinking

 

She struggles against what she knows best

Devils tears torture with promised unrest

Darkness so terrifying that it truly burns

As a nightmarish reality twists and turns

 

The waters of Styx are bathed in hells fire

Set ablaze by a Demons ceremonial  pyre

Not one but two now descending at speed

Waters get darker where spirits are freed

 

Together forever was the deal they made

Blood on parchment so quickly betrayed

Forever together very soon they shall be

Devils promise of forever; not forever free

 

So now they are together forever it seems

In an ocean of torture, a sea of bad dreams

Reaching his love, once again they embrace

But all love is gone, only grief in it’s place

 

Lucifer’s ruthless game of deceit is at hand

While river consumes his prey on command

Drowning them all in sins of lust and desire

Delivering them to this infinite ocean of fire

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Final Nightmare (River of Damnation)

I would like to introduce my newest duet partner. I had the pleasure of writing this dark poetic adventure with Patty at petitemagique.wordpress.com.  Check out her blog and all the unique and tremendous talent she has to share with us. She is a true inspiration to me and I hope you will see the same incredible talent I have come to know. Check out “Just Patty” here http://petitemagique.wordpress.com/

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In the darkest of my hours, close to midnight

When I close my eyes, longing for a merciful dream

All I get is Nightmare’s solid bite

And my mind floats downstream

 

Behind guise of sleep my eyes pierce the veil of night’s tide

As I follow my consciousness down this passage dark

A shiny penny for the ferryman secures my ride

Along the rivers fiery current I shall embark

 

The movement of the waves sooth my withered heart

While the whispers of death guide my trip

Mind and body slowly drift apart

Strangely, I feel calm on this dead man’s ship

 

Flames reflect in liquid pools of Limbo’s estuary

As the faces of lost souls look up from below

Cast out into nothingness, no hope for sanctuary

I feel their grief, the emptiness they surely know

 

I wonder what will be my destiny

When this unbelievable journey comes to an end

Shall I burn or can I finally be free?

In which direction will my soul be sent?

 

Reflections in the depths of my life misspent

I watch my history dance in the rivers flow

My penance for wrongful deeds and what they meant

Too late for remorse as terror of hell-fire starts to grow

 

I see the consequences of a life lived in vain

An endless road of cowardly hiding away

In the end, all that remains is the pain

As I pass through this Devil’s gateway     

“Fear Itself”

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A speech for the ages heard these words loudly read

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself” was boldly voiced

Reckless words spoken without true understanding

Made to seem as if said fear is all just in your head

“Fear itself” comes in many guises but brings only dread

 

Fear is eerily quiet and stealthily ever so cunning

It paralyzes the body and holds hostage the mind

Exceedingly clever, steadfast and eternally patient

As it lies silently in wait, your downfall forthcoming

Yes the power of “fear itself” is really quite stunning

 

It hides in the shadows to immerse you in icy pain

It burns hot like the sun as it preys on your weakness

Ignoring your strengths it plays tricks in your head

It’s power undeniable until all sanity has waned

 Abandoned rationality and hope are all that remain

 

The fight against fear is a persons battle of wills

The man who spoke that day knew not what he said

Fear is a force not to be discounted or mocked for effect

Or our blood will stain dark as certainly as it spills

Because the undeniable truth is that “fear itself” kills.