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
I am Reality’s angel
resting on the broad shoulders of discovery
the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target
ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you
there is a creator of all things
He is just and patient
many still have fallen into the masses of shadow
wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy
I have seen grown men fall like rose petals
and weaklings rise into unjust leaders
forever the follower of furtive evil
dominating only to remain inferior
the most important answers lie in the unseen regions
where no sense can fully give assurance
the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn
grows weary because of the distance it must take
and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates
it is knowing we are seeking something far
that could very possibly not exist,
that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense
it is knowing all we really think we know
and yes—even a lie
all that has been written thus far rests under my wings
under the warmth in which you refuse to feel
can you believe in me—
though I am completely unseen?
how much more difficult would it be to see
There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.
He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.
He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.
The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.
He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"
No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.
There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.
She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.
She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.
Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.
Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.
A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.
Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.
For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.
How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .
Now here I sit back at the start,
While my "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.
See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.
He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity.
We have since decided to compromise and things are much better.
We seen a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a dark shadow slipped by it in the midnight hour.
What was that? I asked my friend, I don't know
she said, but it looked like something that's met
The wind was blowing with such a strange howling
and all the city lights were off making it dark for
A loud, maddening laughter rang through the air and
stood on our arms, every one of our hairs. We ran like
crazy down the ally way and never looked back until
the light of day.
The next morning a crowd had gathered at the Bell House
Tower and every one was shocked to see it was the bell
ringer who rung the bell, hour upon hour.
Not a sign made anyone sure of what happened, but we know
what we heard in the midnight hour, mad laughter from upon
top the Bell House Tower.
whistling past a graveyard
Devil may care, but I have no regard
I walk among granite tombstones
six feet below are boxes full of bones
I find myself in a dark, dark room
only to realize it's a witch's tomb
gravedigger has bodies to retrieve
on this night, Saint Hollow's Eve
In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.
He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.
He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.
Socrares Dec 7 2003
For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable
"My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "
something has taken over his spirit
I do think I'll be his next ...
The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice.
" Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? "
Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard ..
a sketchy voice response..
I am here , can't you see me?
"is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection"
I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment !
" The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response
The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has
hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way
A loud Knock ! Again a knock , I slam the phone down , fearfully
lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing
a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back ..
Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police !
Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see
if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me "
The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street .
" Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter
your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down "
Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! "
That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person
driving by called prescient on a cell.
I try to get a line and the phone is dead ....
The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight .
As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt ,
Now he is laughing ..the phone rings ..
'you're in a Horror movie contest '
Why am I emerging from the dark
Staring at a bench in City Park.
Breathless air without a bird in song.
So I sit, unknowing, yet belong.
Sudden waves of anguish taunt my mind.
Vicious, senseless. feral bursts of time.
Then a calming whisper fills my ear
And my reason now, for being here.
Minutes of my final day proceed.
Mockingbirds and peanut squirrels to feed.
Speckled sun through breezy treetops sway
And two hidden figures inch my way.
Choking arms, a weakness, loss of breath;
Forced behind a thicket to my death.
Off they bolted free without a trace.
Now I'm vengeance. Patiently I wait.
I'm aware each footstep, as they move,
But this peaceful park is where I choose.
Soon they stalk again. I know the place.
Little do they know the wrath they face.
Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.
Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
When night face appears:
Hades erupts with the
hammer of death,stiring
Lemures dashing forth
and back preying on
odor pervading the
Resistance is like chasing
Shackles of bondage
looming,even the blue-
blooded under chains
harmonize with howls of
creatures of doom.
Splattered blood spread
like cancer: a norm of the
Mountains of carcasses
caressing the sky.
The world becomes
scene of blood bath,
screams perforating the
Long ago,a human
phoenix lived and died-lo
(Carpe diem)! He offers
hands of goodwill with