Black, White, and Red

What, to my surprise, appears behind my bloodshot eyes

To deceive and delude another nights peaceful interlude

 Serenity interrupted by this sandman so corrupted

As my thoughts turn a cartwheel within the surreal

 

This maze full of nothing demands my mistrusting

Doors opening into bricks as my eyes they play tricks

Tumbling upwards shouting “why?!” into an oceanic sky

As nonsense fills my head, with black, white and red

 

The crazy ass clock mocks with it’s ticks and it’s tocks

Believing that I’m scared to see my rationality unspared

I hide in plain sight so illusions find me night after night

Because what they don’t know is this ain’t my first show

 

Patiently waiting at the station for my train to damnation

Mental bags are all packed full of the bizarre and abstract

So now I lay me down to sleep, my sanity surely yours to keep

Or at least to borrow, til the morning sun delivers tomorrow

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Blood Red

A path gets dark and twisty in the deepest wood

Easy to forget not to stray from an overgrown path

When the rain comes down it’s time to don your hood

Beware the dangers of a forest filled with fury and wrath

 

Stay on course and hastily make your way

With a purpose in mind and a goal to achieve

Un-frightened by ominous sounds of the day

Oblivious to peril inside a land of make believe

 

A coarse growl penetrates the mist and rain

A guttural noise that would bring a chill to the bone

An ageless cacophony only resembling torturous pain

Sacrificial feast to be made of a lost soul found all alone

 

Confrontation of the seemingly naïve and innocent

Not a care in the world under fragility of trusting youth

Apparently without knowledge of the outcome imminent

Literally a “Babe in the woods” unprepared for nail and tooth

 

A simple task conveyed; a thoughtful visitation the mission

On this bleak and dreary, wet and treacherous morning

To continue onward, safe passage required permission

Unready for anything resembling conflict without warning

 

What would Grandmother say about this gruesome scene?

When hackles were raised and razor sharp teeth were bared

Flesh ripped from bone and the mist obtained a scarlet sheen

After the events were relayed, Grandmother only declared…

 

Sakes alive my little Red

That poor, poor wolf

He never had a chance.

Night Light

Is there anything as terrifying

As an irrational fear of the dark?

Is that truly where the monsters play

And the Demons leave their mark?

 

Not just a frightened child’s torment

Or a figment of wild imagination

Never ever can it be honestly said

That this dread is of minds creation

 

Age or gender is of no consequence

When referring to matters of dark oblivion

For the creatures of the blackened realm

Exist within or without absolute obsidian

 

Truth be told they are always there

Needing not the shadows to hide inside

Free to roam under a midnight sky

Yet uncompelled to be nighttime’s bride

 

What you must understand as wholly true

Is that what lurks in obscurity just out of sight

Is not only the horror of what cannot be seen

But also thrives alongside us in the light

In Dark Corners

Brought back to life in a cold sweat

Snapping out of vivid imagination

Taken for a wild ride once again

As the spinning room settles down

Eyes open wide to the possibility

Of reality never coming into focus

An existence dances in the shadows

While illusion grabs up all the light

A place deep inside that takes hold

Playing keep away with proper sanity

Held prisoner inside these four walls

Sunlight and it’s absence are wardens

A jailbreak gets played out every night

Within the confines of a frantic dream

Conceived with careful forethought

Never to be brought to it’s fruition

As it is always deemed much safer

Inside the chain link and razor wire

In Dark Corners of a dangerous mind

Ring Of Fire

Borne within is the power to burn

A blistering razor wire lies in wait

For the ill-fated who dare oppose

Or the hatefully mindless aggressor

 

Step lightly where only Angels dared tread

Mindful of those who have gone before

Leave no trace of your undesired presence

Knowing a ripple causes permanent waves

 

Never look back at the river of flames

As the ferryman will wait for eternity

To carry you quickly and excruciatingly

Farther away from Dante’s doorway

 

Beware the hungry hounds at the gate

Held in molten chains about to break

Images of Hellfire inside ravenous eyes

Chops licked in such deadly anticipation

 

Once again I caution the boldly unaware

To seek absolution for their atrocities

The “Man In Black” welcomes with open arms

All who are willing to gamble with their soul

Me And My Shadow

Welcome back my grinning friend

You’ve been away far, far too long

Where the HELL have you been?

 

 

No wait, you best not answer me

You see, it is questions like this

That get me in all sorts of trouble

 

 

Like the time we……..never mind

I shudder to think of the damage

We have caused together, you and I

 

 

I see you creeping in my window

Your black toothed smile on display

With boundless Devilry in your eyes

 

 

As hard as I try to look the other way

You keep showing up at my feet

Seemingly taller every time

 

 

As my days get shorter and fewer

Can I rely on you my tried and trusted

To be there when any light shines?

 

 

Counting on me to look into that light

Finding the brighter side of circumstance

While you balance it with dark presence

 

 

Don’t be gone so long next time you stray

Stay close in case I am lacking distraction

You happen to be, after all…….My Shadow

I Was A King

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

Rabbit Hole

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.”

The Burning Times

The winds blow cold as darkness falls on Salem

The old fortress still visible in the night

Blood red skies bathe the moon in crimson

As the air grows thick with negative light

 

The screams of many can be heard here often

As horrific torture is relived in the cold

Relentless persecution of the innocent ones

Brought on by fears of stories they were told

 

False trials held with no intent to find justice

Prosecution at any cost the final decision

Penalty of death a high price for witchcraft

Thousands of lives ended with evil precision

 

Women of covens brought swiftly to justice

With the use of fire, water, axe, and rope

The truth of the witch brings supernatural life

While restoring the purity of newly found hope

 

Age old times of these burnings at the stake

Bringing shame upon the ones holding power

For revenge shall be sought from here ever after

As the Almighty hand of God strikes the hour

 

White light of the witch turned dark by the fearful

Once pure intentions are now turned malevolent

What was once true beauty of nature misunderstood

Now becomes Evil incarnate strong and prevalent

 

When the night bathes the moon in a crimson hue

Find yourself far away from the site of the burnings

For the sinister things that the wicked undertake

Are retaliations of the murdered innocent returning

Hell To Pay

A once shining beacon of purity

Spiritual young woman of God

See’s her faith find dark obscurity

As Demon’s seeds are put to sod

 

White light of love shone bright

An entire life so eternally devoted

Dark light brings fear in the night

As the Ferryman’s ship is floated

 

A pawn in this timeless conflict

Unarmed against evils cunning

Twisted turn impossible to predict

Vision of darkness truly stunning

 

She recollects nothing of her past

Her inner light has all but faded

As Satan’s hands are closing fast

Virginal spirit has now been traded

 

Put into the service of malevolence

Wickedly carrying out His commands

Tricking new souls to final deliverance

They in turn submit to His vile demands

 

Tragic sheep once found now ever lost

Driven mad with bloodlust so voracious

 Kneel at her feet as she counts the cost

Preying on lustful souls of the salacious

 

So should you cross her wicked path

Do not be fooled and be ever so wary

Keep your distance, avoid the wrath

Of she who was known as “Sister Mary”

 

Remember every soul is up for sale

As we are just spirits in an empty shell

So take note of our Sister Mary’s tale

Or our soul’s too will forever burn in Hell.