karen kissel Poet Rhyme

ILL INTENT EVENT

Deep into the dark, amid the shadows, dwells the blackest spark
Or no, wait, it'sa nightmare convening, and the park is screaming
Or perchance a ghoulish gathering, killing and preening
Bad dream screening, cloaked and masked with disbelieving
The curtains been pulled, the marriage annulled
Death and dulled, the demons are doin' well
All things considered, sanctimonious, and sick, this is all just swell

The fog flourishes while evil rings the graveyard's bell
This is certainly a show, don't tell
Sinister, cozy, and cold, the decadence and debauchery unfolds
Just as the days of centuries old played out
Victorian Gothic, historical, and classic, with all the Vamps sportin' a blood locket
The delicious allure of death dazzles
Causing desolation and loneliness to frazzle
A puzzle of phantoms, vast and not random
An Andy Warhol fandom, all the Nevermores gettin' their corpse on Forevermore
Outstanding

So what does one make of this funeral with a cake, dead roses
And the realization that love is fake
A ghostly compendium of dubious give and take, live the death
Enjoy the Devils Breath by the lake
Fascinate over the forsaken, disturb the unwaken
Go ahead, have a slice of liver or belly bacon
Here, it's yours for the takin'
Mayhem is a'makin', and this can very well be that Heinous exotic Hellish vacation
The one  Lucifer is always hailing or abating
Which reminds me of that abysmal sensation that follows him around
And why is he here? He belongs downtown - underground.....

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Alison A Smith nee Howarth September 9, 2026 at 2:38 AM At its heart, this feels like a satire of romanticised darkness: the speaker is fascinated by Gothic glamour—vampires, death, Victorian decadence, theatrical grief—but keeps undercutting it with absurd food, slang, commercial-sounding hype, and a final complaint that Lucifer is in the wrong neighbourhood. That mixture is the poem’s identity. The title, “Ill Intent Event,” is excellent. It sounds like a cursed social invitation or a themed party advertisement, perfectly matching the poem’s blend