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Lantern of the Shadowed Glade :POTD:

Lantern of the Shadowed Glade

In shadowed glades where spirits dwell,
Beneath the boughs of an ancient spell. 
A pumpkin awaits, its fate foretold,
By tomes of old and tales untold.

Carved with care by children’s hands,
A toothy grin upon its face expands.
Yet, within those haunting, hollowed eyes,
Lies a deeper truth in dark disguise.

On Halloween, beneath pewter beams,
Wailing winds weave ominous screams,
The Jack-o’-lantern’s gaze ignites,
On ghoulish forms lurking in the night.

He sees the village, veiled in fear,
In costumes worn, yet souls austere,
For lurking ’neath the festive guise,
A darkness deep, where evil lies.

Children laugh with voices bright,
While shadows waltz in ghostly light,
Sinister secrets, whispers heard,
Carried on the wings of a devil bird.

But deeper still, the pumpkin knows,
The ancient lore, the forest’s throes,
For spirits rise on this cursed night,
To dance beneath the pale moonlight.

In solemn vigil, silent, and grim,
The gourd watches, a veil so thin,
‘Twixt shadowed realms of dark and light,
A sentinel of the Styx, in eternal night.

When dawn breaks o’er the ghastly glade,
The pumpkin’s light begins to fade,
In its heart, an ember of infernal lore,
A demonic lantern, cursed forevermore.

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To My Muse :POTD:

All night I was ensnared by the thought of you,
An unexpected yet enchanting muse,
Lost in the labyrinth of your deep, haunting eyes,
A smoldering ember of desire within me lies.

Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony,
Unapologetic affection setting us both free.
To trace the trails of your warm, silken skin,
Knocking softly at your door, as you let me in.

Your embrace, a refuge from the chill of the night,
As we entwine beneath the moon’s silver light,
Breathless sighs and fervent moans,
You ascend atop me, you’re my queen and I’m your throne

In this nocturnal realm, you reign supreme,
A midnight monarch in a gothic dream.

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Self-Sentenced Solitude :POTD:

Locked within the confines of my mind’s dark cell,
Both convict and captor, a self made hell.
Each thought a shackle, every memory a bar,
Confined by my own mind, a prisoner of psychological scars.

In this self-imposed exile, I am utterly alone,
A solitary figure locked in a world of dark, cold stone.
Forsaken by hope, abandoned by light,
I dwell in the shadows, a prisoner of everlasting night.

These lonely walls echo my silent screams,
As I fight with demons, trapped in dreadful dreams.
I reach out for redemption, but find none there,
In this self made prison, my remorseful soul lays bare.

For I am the architect of my own demise,
Sentenced to solitude, beneath storming skies.
Cramped within the confines of my own creation,
Condemned to a life of eternal damnation.

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The Hypocrite


The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while.
Release the Red Death Demon; give him an awful fright,
His impious shield of scripture fails against the night.

He preaches, "Kind words mend hearts, spirits ascend high,"
Yet barbed hypocrisy spreads, insipid platitudes take to the sky.
Spewing insolence on me and belittling with scorn,
Ripping hearts asunder, leaving broken spirits forlorn.

Yearning for light, yet veiled in religious guise,
Scoffing at Poe's gothic tales, behind pride's mask he hides.
Virtue signaling, claiming moral high ground,
But beneath the facade, echoes of pedantry abound.

An artist, a dreamer, a visionary, the bard claims to be,
"Agape love is the key," grandstanding for all to see.
Yet I, labeled "PSYCHO” in haste, these sentiments don’t reflect me.
For he knows naught of the darkness endured under violence's heir,
In nights wet with tears, gripped by my father's terror.
Am I undeserving of divine care?

Advocates for grace, yet shuns those in need,
Casting judgment with self-righteous creed.
His bigoted lips stuttering "Hallelujah," lacking praise sincere,
His pallid "Alleluia" fades in sanctimonious veneer.
A fallacious friend, a charlatan with deceitful intent,
His indignant hypocrisy knows no relent.

Proclaims peace, but pious actions call for blood,
Shunning us, the downtrodden, dragged through the mud.
Label me as 'evil', deemed lesser than thee,
Yet your moral compass falters in duplicity.

Atop his soapbox, venomous seeds he sows,
Slandering lost souls, spreading deceit as he goes.
A babbler of falsehoods, in darkness he'll debate,
Redemption lost, abatement comes too late.
Cloaked in false humility, pride leads him astray,
His self-righteous path leads only to dismay.

Alas! Plutonian specters gather at his side,
As the tolling clock tower heralds his demise—nowhere to hide.
Cast into the abyss, his blasphemous lips are stitched,
Bound by mournful threads, a silent scream of dreadful pitch.
In the shadows of his deceit, he finds no reprieve,
Condemned to silence, his lies tightly weave.

In shadowed sepulcher, where fate is sealed,
Adrift in purgatory, sins revealed.
No hymns sung at his grave, no tears to cleanse,
For his moral hypocrisy, no recompense.

Beneath the cold marble tombstone, he lies forsaken,
In the Pit where the Pendulum swings—his soul shaken.
You dared to kick the crypt of Edward Wraith, 
Now in my lair, an eternal torment of writhing despair,
As my devilish raven's caw resounds in the air.

-Edward

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Winter Sonnet

Beneath the pallid moon’s cool grace
Icy boughs in silence bow
Where frost veils the earth in lace
Winter whispers through them now.

The wind, a cello’s mournful cry
Its melody, a haunting dirge
A dark pall shrouds the twilight sky
As Death’s cold clasp begins to surge.

Yet still, ‘neath the chill, beauty lies
Winter weeps as ice melts away
A spark that stirs the soul to rise
As Spring’s soft breath revives the day.

As the sun warms the frozen land
Winter yields its frigid, cruel hand.

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Vanishing Ink

Memories flutter like Post-It notes,   
   with scribbles faint and worn.
Reminders fade in the winds they’ve made,
   my pages are tattered and torn.
Notes twist and swirl, then dip and curl, 
   in a wild and frantic breeze.
A cyclone spins where thoughts have been,
   scattering all my memories.

Papers alight and suddenly take flight,  
    spinning frantically far and near.
But the harder I try, the stronger they fly,
   increasingly more unclear.
I feel bold and reach to hold—
   but my notes slip further away.
And piece by piece, I lose my peace,
   as my library fades to gray.

The scattered scraps come fluttering back, 
   then flicker, furl, and flee.
A swift retreat, my memories fleet,   
   I’m not who I used to be. 
An unraveling mind, fading line by line, 
   my life in vanishing ink.
Clinging to time and what’s left of my mind, 
   my sanity is on the brink.

But the yellow storm still rages on,   
   the cruel winds blow with might,
And time will steal all that was real,    
   ‘til there’s nothing left but night.

-Edward

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My Empire of Ashes


My Empire of Ashes

Who am I without my dark throne?
I am the King of this crumbling castle, alone.
The ruler of this empire of ashes.
A child with an empty box of matches.
A King with a madness profound, 
Everything that I have loved, I’ve burnt to the ground.

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That was Then, and This is Now



That was Then, and This is Now

In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free,
Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow.
But secrets, whispers from the damned, you see,
Now haunt this desolate heart with bitter, icy woe.

Thy deceitful touch, a venomous bite, I now know,
That hath passed from then, to now.

Thy laughter once, a haunting dirge so sweet,
Our dreams of an eternal union, pure and true.
But lies now stain the sacred vows we'd greet,
And trust, like a shattered vase, lies strewn askew.

Thy beloved promises now broken, I avow,
That hath passed from then, to now.

The poison upon thy lips, the accursed kiss still stings,
Each deceitful syllable, a phantom’s scream, tears my soul.
In the pit of despair, echoes of love's anthem rings,
Now consumed by the lies that devour it whole.

Thy pleas for moral absolution, I disallow,
That hath passed from then, to now.

As the raven of betrayal seeks to amend its weary prey,
Thy sharp talons, ripping out my heart's core.
Once deemed invincible, our love, now rent in disarray,
Drifting further apart, forevermore.

No longer shall I heed thy entreaties, in sorrow we shall bow,
That hath passed from then, to now.

Memories of our cursed love, linger in the mist,
I'll forge ahead, embracing the darkness that we sow.
For in the ruins of our buried love, lost to a fateful tryst,
The price of your betrayal, in blood, I shall bestow.

Thus, that hath been us then, and this is I now!

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Someone to Care



Someone to Care


I’m weary of this haunted place,
Trapped by insecurities and fears' embrace.
I yearn for them to flee,
To vanish without a trace,
For this oppression still clings, a ceaseless chase,

And it won’t leave me be.
 
This mental anguish fails to mend,
The pain too raw, too real to comprehend,
Scars of abuse, time can not erase,
My arms reach out, in hope's embrace,

Praying for someone to care.
 
When tears fall, no hand to wipe them clear,
When screams cry, no solace from my fear,
Amidst the terror, trembling hand unclaimed,
No refuge found, from guilt and shame.
 
I once knew joy, beneath the sun's warm beam,
Now ensnared by darkness, a recurring theme,
Haunting demons in my darkest dreams,
Sanity lost, in silent screams.

They won’t leave me be.
 
This mental anguish fails to mend,
The pain too raw, too real to comprehend,
Scars of abuse, time can not erase,
My heart laid bare, seeking grace,

Longing for someone to care.
 
When tears fall, no hand to wipe them clear,
When screams cry, no solace from my fear,
Amidst the terror, trembling hand unclaimed,
No refuge found, from guilt and shame.
 
I've urged myself, time and again, to move on,
To gather strength, my resolve to don,
But these demons prove too much to bear,
They creep along the walls, by the candle's glare,
They linger still, drowning in despair.
 
Won’t someone save me?

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A Father's Decree

In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as life’s eternal cycle flows.

Fear not the cold, silent stone’s embrace,
For here, pitting bones and rotting flesh replace.
Seek instead the dawn’s hallowed, new light,
Enveloped in warm laughter, shared by friendships tight.

In your veins, my presence forever flows,
A soothing rhythm, amidst life’s highs and lows.
Through raging storms and stinging rain, I’ll be near,
In every Spring’s bloom, my presence vibrant and clear.

Discover me in the symphony of the surging sea,
In the starry night’s celestial harmony.
Like the moonbeams that color your eyes so bright,
I am your guide in the darkest of night.

I am the courage in your soul’s embrace,
The inner voice guiding you, through life’s relentless race.
Embrace all the world, let your free spirit soar,
For within its depths, I live on forevermore.

Treasure the memories, laughter, and love we’ve sown,
But know this, dear child, you are never alone.
In every sunrise, painting the sky with hues so rare,
I’ll be the golden warmth, a love beyond compare.

One day, an affair grand, we’ll rejoice again,
Ascending Heaven’s stairs together, hand in hand.