For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania.
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of
On judgment hill from on high,
Voices do echo downwards, as the
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west,
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you,
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Beware, out-Lander for thy tread on the sacred ground,
Of Louisiana, guarded by the ghosts of the Mississippi,
And here the dead tell know tails, of the living's returning,
After adventuring into the darkness of the night.
Rattle them bones, sister voodoo woman,
Black magic's high priestess, cast asunder the
Ivory teeth of the white devils, across the streets
Of old New Orleans, behold the ancient city of lost souls.
Hidden beneath the glittering mask, of La Carnival,
It is the celebration of the dead, my friend, and faceless
Figures, do toss the beads of evil, to the lustful
Crowds gathering, for Mardi-Grad's extravaganza.
Phantom walkers, without names or emotions, spirit stalkers,
Roaming the old French quarter, seeking to catch the
Innocent traveler unaware and unprotected.
A wall of realism and illusion, thin is the veils that divide
Light and darkness, sheer vaporous mist of transparency,
Existing in this the forgotten realm, where southern
Comfort invites the living to visit, but never allows them
To leave alive.
As the flickering rays of twilight fades, swallowed whole
By the spectral invaders, the creatures of light seek refuges,
Holy places, as the church bells ring, calling unto the innocent
Make heist to salvation's shelters of grace.
In he city's center, lays a dry leathery organ, sunken
And misshapen, feel the rising, the awakening of the
Heart of evil emerging, its veins arteries made of
Cobble stones brick, thus are the webbing's of streets leading,
Unto the deadened heart, metamorphosing it alive once more.
Slowly bloods spiritual essence rushes through
These ethereal veins, reaching this source most
Evil, it owns this city of lost souls, unto the tolling
Hour of dawns first rays of light, crossing the horizon.
Red bricked buildings lay side by side one
Another, in a design of Gothic manipulation, feeding
Stations made cozy for the living and dead to reside
Within, as the crimson curtains blow freely from the
Inside out, welcome my friends to the French quarters,
The threshold's crossing, between life and death.
Hear the low thumping of the Jamaican drum,
Mixed with African tongue, chanting in rhythm's
Echoing breeze, softly spoken in whispers are the spells
Of misfortune, a vow's crimson promise, written in blood
Long ago, a demonic pack made between the spiritual native
Inhabitance and the dark heart of the Cajun Bayou.
On bloods throne the Grim Reaper does so sit, next
To his bride, the Queen known as Mrs. New Orleans,
Both laughing in tandem, with the musical chorus
In this requiem of the dammed.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope
Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care
About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you
We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace
And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive
As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife
And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids
We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good
Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal
We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice
We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong
Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through
The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care
We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone
And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you
Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest
They come from a different era
where patriotism is a just cause
they would fight for the true blue
never mind who was right or wrong
they stood staunch and egos proud
their chest out, backs straight and chins up
they come from an old style of thinking
I fight today as my father and grandfather did too.
fighting for an eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
I will die to serve my country even if its a lie
if you try to invade our land
we will come and conquer you
we are defenders of the truth
but the old timers forget
and the young ones have a narrow point of view
there was a time when the immigrants were Irish, Italians and jews
racism was rampant and that hasn't changed
Christians today still preach
'Jesus is savior they say repent your evil ways
pushing their rhetoric just like the roman empire did
amazingly America seems to be doing the same
history seems to repeat itself time and time again
war, religion, oil and what we perceive as freedom
we invade again and again and call it defending democracy
yet the intelligence comes from spies and other governments
because they have shared interests in different types of policy
they all carefully choose their words
because one slip of the lip could trigger war as it has happened before
todays war on terrorism is a campaign designed to instill pain
and un-trust to drain our resources from us
And our leader claimed up front this is not a religious war
yet he paraphrases from the bible we'll get those evil doers
you see bush fooled our religious leaders too.
he used their belief in Jesus he tricked 'em all just to get their vote
he claims he's a born again Christian and this Christians embraced him holly
but then one day bush spoke to Jesus and asked what to do with Iraq
Jesus responded Invade that country
Now dont get me wrong Jesus was not about war
he taught of peace, love and compassion
however his message has been twisted and turned over time
and history shows the hands of Christian religious leaders are always bloody
because they twist the truth to control dictatorship is always the goal
Bush had been plaining war before a judge handed him the seat
on his first day he signed a bill into law prevent any criminal charges against him
This evening I listen to a Rock 'n' Roll band
Their track is Civil War, as our world now expands
To us it's the same size but to others they despise
For the want of greed exists in their killer hungry eyes
Where do I start, to say of their evil spread
A different starvation leaving the world in evil dread
It's not our today's but our yesterdays years
That our history tells us, of our everlasting torn tears
Cambodia, the Lebannon, and Sri Lanka's Indian sun
Rebels who demand better at the end of a gun
Guaetamala and Peru with their Shining Path
Villagers in terror decrying it's ever last
Democracy is our power in it's controllable exist
Like the Shining above, how long will our future paths persist
Recent news in the Arabic World, has taken tyrants by surprise
For decades they have stolen with their torturing infidel lies
I could go deeper and deeper to describe these evils acts
In wanton blood spillage, to increase civil war torn facts
For this is the world we live in, it appears we determine to live
Maybe in our lifetime it will be on our doorstep, we open, our lives will sieve
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
"Here's the village Idiot
Here comes the loony fool"
So many taunts did follow him
Oh kids can be so cruel!
The Alien, his face all cowed
With caution treads his way
As the gossip done, invades him every day.
He's a shade too short on mighty brawn
He's a pilgrim of the soul
He's a Sailor floating through his dreams
And he has no worldly goals
And when those kids kicked footy balls
And swore and carried on
The alien got lost within his own song.
He's been told that he be nothing
By so many through the years
And now his body broken
Still wading in his fears
The wings have made to open up
So the butterfly may rise
And so the mighty Phoenix
must head he for the skies.
Dec 22 2003.
In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die,
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown,
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
Copyright © 2013
Iranians are Persians,
devil worshipping pythons,
on the highway to Hades.
Hammer Sickle Ding Dong,
Vladimir Putin thinks he’s King Kong.
He conquered Crimea in a day.
Obama said: “What The Hey!
Doesn’t Vlad know that’s just plain wrong?”
of the megabyte cavalry
along private roads
on the plasma periphery
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
from acid-soaked cans
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet
I heard about a name
that gave it all to the evil game
taking in vain - the son of man
a few silver coins and little bit of fame.
for the main event
of his evil deeds
for ever be a slave in chains
thrown down to the deep
away from the earth
his name was revoked in a heartbeat - from the book
and the devil gave birth
to the betrayal of JESS
he implanted in his heart
treason with a kiss
giving up the light for the dark
good for wrong
life for death
and for ever he is gone
from the life giving breath
damned is he who will follow
evil man with a evil walk
so we all should swallow-the holy spit
when GOD shall speak
don't be like the dark prince
traitor with evil deeds
perhaps false messiah
having sex with 7 years old kids
do forgive me if I'm wrong
but at 7 years old-still a child
at nine she gave birth to another child
another creature that has to stop being a child - for a while
emotions are running wild
thinking the messiah was reborn
somewhere in the wild
as a animal
humble eyes and fake smile
slaughter with cannibals
messiah's favorite carnival
you could call me Hannibal
so I'll recruit another Army
to defeat the madness
and live in peace and harmony
As far as I know this is a true story about Alexandra the great...Peter
Alexander said to Dandamis
"Old man you come with me
For I need me a sannyasin
To take across the seas.
Hey you be just a beggar man
I'll make you rich indeed
You'll live a life of luxury
With everything you need.
Dandamis standing naked there
With silence in his essence
He had no fear at all did he
In the mighty leaders presence.
He said "I'll give you nothing friend
And there's nothing that I need
So Alexandra drew his sword
Tried to make the beggar plead.
Dandamis laughed and said these words
With power in his voice
"You can put that sword right through my heart
My friend, that be your choice.
But I left this body long ago
I have no use for it
So pierce this heart my fine young friend
It won't harm me a bit.
Alexander he was beaten
By a fearless beggar man
Though he had won most of the world
Dandamis foiled his plans.
The beggar said "You say you're great
But that's not true at all
For any man that thinks he's great
He be merely a fool
hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.
angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.
It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend,
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.
Boy the things throughout the centuries that I’ve seen.
I’ve been around a long time watching in the wings acutely aware and keen.
I was there when Nimrod proclaimed to the nations he was God and built the tower.
Ignoring the Father as he abused his nation and his power.
Going on in mans history came another tyrant his name was Nero.
He was absolutely insane he watched as Rome burned and his gain was zero.
Going on into mans future I observed another tyrant come to the scene he was Napoleon,
A dictator who became an emperor his personal war on Europe was obscene.
Being here for a long time mans history evolved to Adolf the mass murderer Hitler.
With his thugs he brought Germany death and destruction; he became the ultimate anti-Christ and a dictator.
Over ten million people died in that last World War.
To this day you can still see the deathly scars.
So far as I looked back all I see is mans nature to fight, make war, and to kill.
The wars started by these evil men have tried to break mans will.
Now in the present day a trend is continuing man knows no other way.
Their habits, their evil deeds are still here to this day.
Now as I look from the heavens an evil presence is rising again in the Middle East.
Only this time it’s different, it's the Prophesied rise of the beast.
You think carnal man would see this evil trend, because history is repeating.
The way of man is about to end, Our Father is angry, He’ll be seeking.
Our Fathers legions of angels will be returning to end mans reign on this earth.
Stopping mans madness and to stop them from annihilating himself, it’s all been predicted long before are births.
You might be thinking who is this speaking this way. Speaking for the Father? Who is he to say that God will prevail?
Well I’ve been around here waiting for God’s summoning since Adam, my name is the angel Gabriel.
We have been waiting in the heavens to fight the battle against the evil one.
Waiting for the Father to say it’s time, mans judgment has finally come.
The earth will be God’s spiritual kingdom and He will reign amongst men.
His truths His ways, His love, will prevail and all worthy will enter the kingdom.
The Crusades Began a Holy War
Which Continues to this Day.
We Kill, and Kill, and Now it Seems,
This shall Always be the Way.
One Side Scores, the Others Die,
Then the Cycle is Repeated.
It never Stops, It’s never Done;
The Battles Grow More Heated!
The Way to Peace, it Seems so Clear,
Is not Through Senseless Slaughter.
I Appeal to All, “Please Quit the Fight!”
Save our Sons and Daughters!
To Find Our Way out of the Dark,
We Need only Seek the Light.
A Solution Lies within our Grasp:
Forget who’s Wrong or Right!
This God or that, it Makes no Matter.
This Truth I have Acquired:
Be they Different, or the Same,
The Gods would Preach Cease Fire!
Oh bloody and evil Catherine de Medici.
The queen has acted impetuously.
Thousands have died because of her demands.
Witness her red bloodstained hands.
A wedding is a time of joy and jubilation.
Instead, there is death and devastation.
She thought the Huguenots would seek retaliation.
It started with an attempted assassination.
An attempt was made on Admiral Gaspard de Coligny.
He led the Huguenot protestant party.
Catherine took some Machiavellian action.
She wanted to eradicate this rebellious faction.
There had been widespread death throughout the land before.
Peace brought an end to civil war.
Margaret de Valois had married Henry of Navarre.
Once again, hostility permeated the air.
Killing spread from Paris to the countryside.
In just a few months, thousands had died.
No bloodier episode had ever been seen.
The culpable party was the evil queen.
I thank Wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Horrendous events took place today in a small eastern town.
People across the nation look at these events in shock and frown.
A lunatic gunning down children grownups taking his own life in the end.
Looking to the whys? How come? The reason is simple the devil is causing this alarming trend.
Our Father foretold of these times suffering, killing, in the Holy Bible. Why are we surprised?
The Father tells us that many horrors will inflict man; man by himself without the laws of God will never survive.
Our nation supposedly the greatest on earth has turned from the Creators laws.
To ignore Him to transgress, man has lost his way, and it really does make our Creator angry and it sticks in His craw.
This event wasn’t caused by God; the evil deceiver corrupter of all that is good has begun.
Our nation in debt our families in disarray love has taken a back seat true evil has started his run.
God tells us fear Him, our Creator knows what is to come.
Our country will be laid to waste. Our pride will be broken as our will has been broken and we are done.
Those who study the Holy Bible know that the Horseman of the apocalypse are riding and they are here.
God tells us very lovingly He is the one we should really fear.
Man’s time is coming to his end; God is who we should fear xxx rated movies, homosexuality, and gay pride corrupt politicians.
My God look at history Rome fell into lust and depravations, now their history is in museums.
No morals, no fear of the almighty killing and terrorizing innocents at will.
In a split second 20children and six adults were attacked at school, a maniac willing to kill.
The evil one, Satan, Lucifer is laughing at us and slapping God and man in the face.
He has one agenda, to conquer God and take control of the human race.
God blessed us with this land we wrote on our dollar bills “In God We Trust.”
Well we see how this has worked out’ we as a supposedly Christian nation are a total bust.
Colorado, theatre killings, Connecticut school massacre children and innocents slaughtered ending with the last one a coward taking his own life.
This my brothers and brethren is just the beginning the world in total chaos, our nation in moral strife.
Our only chance, turn to God ask for his forgiveness, obey His commandments and look to our Father for answers.
Never is going to happen, its God’s master plan in the end, now His anger and wrath will come upon this nation. A plan of unspeakable horrors.
Safe place? Nowhere to be found man is on the eve of his own destruction.
So brothers and brethren pray that you are worthy Fear God His will be done. Pray that you are deemed worthy, repent ask Jesus for His protection and hope you are part of the first resurrection.
All beliefs are based upon same precedent.
Good and evil battle until end is near.
Mankind is always ever so negligent.
Split between each person is true faith and fear.
Good shall overcome evil this we all know.
Humankind will always have their choice to show.
Good will never destroy good, this we know true.
Evil destroys evil; that is what they do.
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Rispetto
hands rub against plucked grain heads
-Inspired by Luke 6:1-11-
Sometimes I question what happened that night,
did I deserve everything he did to me.
I ask myself that question over and over again,
the answer I never did recieve.
I opened the door without hesitation,
and instantly my body froze with fear.
My mind wnet blank and I couldn't move,
my heartbeat was all I could hear.
There he was starring me in the face,
with his hands around my neck.
With a half crocked smile and evil in his eyes,
that was the moment my life became a wreck.
Tears filled my eyes with a lump in my throat,
honestly I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to scream but the words wouldn't come out,
I tried to prepare myself for what I was going to suffer through.
Holding me down with his hands still around my neck,
which was slowly killing me inside.
I remember thinking that I wanted to die,
to crawl into a hole and hide.
For hours I had to suffer through,
his payback, his torture and the pain.
I lost myself that October night,
only pieces of me remain.
Finally it stopped and he let go of my neck,
he had an evil smirck on his face.
He was looking down at me bawled up on the floor,
he said, "How do you like being put in your place?"
A king is also a man with single mind,
People in the kingdom with many minds,
The pool of minds of people,stronger than the king's sometimes,
"Your strength to compensate my weaknesses,
Your wisdom to help to minimize my mistakes",
To the hearts of his people President Jimmy Carter once spoke,
Kings have wiser,advisors,
People are the supervisors,
If the king ignores the verses of both,
The king is walking along the disastrous path!
Hold up that sword
when truth is violated...
don't destroy everything and everyone:
only evil must end for peace to survive!
Fight better than a warrior with a bloody urge
who seeks victory and revenge;
what satisfaction is there in being alive...
after all enemies are wounded and gone?
They would never learn love, but die tormented
as marthyrs, slaves and peacemakers have!
Hold up that sword,
by speaking your command
when peace is broken
and havoc spreads quicker than fire...
to bring all another dire:
remember Attila when he ransacked Rome?
Chalithra, have more compassion
towards mortified people who have been exploited:
you must explain to them that's wrong to be enslaved...
without having the vision of a place called, " Home. "
Barbarians were those who trashed everything
and killed, but they lived in different times:
violence against order and civility;
today there's another evil arising:
greed for power against truth and humility...
Chalithra, carefully choose your allies!
Pierce The Gloom
Pierce the gloom under purple sails
cold the rain that forever falls
False is the prophet that ever tells
great honor rang true in these halls
Hide ye behind golden false banners
dark spirits dwelling in your band
Deceit lies silkened in false manners
evil the Crown that rules your land
Purple King steals your life's bread
as hope eludes your soul's plight
Blows descend upon your bowed head
you, that forever declines to fight
Royal colors your minds enthrall
as evil lies in your shallow beds
Dark spirits birth wicked flowers
where evil reigns in crying hours
Of Pilgrims and Indians
By Elton Camp
In school we are taught a history filled with lies
In order that American history be well sanitized
The Pilgrims were a stern but gracious bunch
Who invited the Indians in to share their lunch
The Pilgrims were grateful to God to still be alive
And that with the Indian’s help, winter did survive
In their joy that they were still among the living,
Fed the savage natives at the first Thanksgiving
They thought themselves to be God’s chosen group
That those evil heathen it was God’s will they dupe
They were the new Canaanites in the promised land
Who, unless they converted, suffered a stern hand
In the name of Christ, they had every right to slaughter
Any the rebellious Indians: man, wife, son or daughter
The massacres of the Pequots are a very good example
Of what the Indians could expect was only a sample
Defenders of Pilgrims say that they were a hostile tribe
Murderous and far more vicious than one could describe
But, the Pequots were quite tranquil and living in peace
When Pilgrims hunted them like animals did that cease
It was in 1637, to the evil Pilgrim’s everlasting shame
Set a village on fire & shot those who escaped the flame
Before they set out with the intention to destroy a village
They prayed to their Lord to direct them in their pillage
To Indian captives, Pilgrims showed the extent of hate
To murder wasn’t enough, so they enjoyed to mutilate
So one Pequot man they literally tore limb-from-limb
Until Captain Underhill showed mercy and shot him
And by candid records written at that time, we’re told
Captives they decided not to kill, into slavery they sold
Other Indian tribes, to help, the Pilgrims did compel
And demanded body part of victims as success to tell
Some may teach we cannot know what motives they had
But their conduct speaks for itself and is so terribly bad
To viciously kill other people seemed to give them a thrill
Then they made it worse by claiming that it was God’ will
(The version of the Pilgrims we are taught is school is nearly a complete falsehood.
An example of spinning history. Sorry to crush any childhood delusions.)
I do not know?
Satin evil intrigues us so that he’s devastation enables souls to glow, Killing the
impossible of any growth, Leading to the fires of his satisfaction by implying his
whispers in our actions, where did such evil evolve but I found the answer to this
problem I solve, blessed among greatness and his power, he could’t even
understand the knowledge upon by the hour, So he used greed of seconds to
devour, Banished from the heavenly kingdom beneath the earth, But from the
beginning of man kind he simply was the curse of, Destruction,
But by Instructions this darkness turns into miracles of life, Joy is love and by this
it shall cover the night, So light brings forth faithful things, Turning Satin
nightmares into wonderful dreams, Anointed by my Savior presence and blessed
with my eyes seeing miraculous scenes by following my father, Instructions.
In Defeating You, I Slay The World You Live In
Stoning you, I slay you , cut into you
with hatred in my rapid surging heart
Such is very deserved and more is due
I try to break your body all apart
As you cry for sweet mercy try to think
you that lived and wallowed in darkest sin
Gleefully you drove me into the brink
as you grew the hate that I once lived in
Beg, graven coward for any relief
as I break another bone for sweet joy
Deriding my every moral belief
claimed power over me as a mere boy
You shame me so, my dark and evil twin
I defeat you, sink the world you live in
R. J. Lindley, 1973
Poetry Form: Sonnet
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On a cold eerie night they come out to feed.
No desire to kill they just have to fulfill a need.
Most evil things plan on doing cataclysmic wrong,
Vampires are made through no choice, even if strong.
One reverse bite is all that is needed to start desire.
Their souls thrown out into the dreaded Hells’ fire,
Sleeping thru daylight they hunt and feed at night.
They are presumed evil since death follows fright.
With no soul they are doomed to this world of dark.
They carry on with life un-chosen with makers mark.
Witches have choices between being evil or good.
Maybe Vampires would choose differently if they could.
This monster that has been crucified thru ages defined.
If given a chance would deliver perfection refined.