Dark Fantasy Poems - Poems about Dark Fantasy

Slanderella

She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,  
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.  
From hilltop high she cast her spell—  
The art of slander, taught too well.  

They built her shrines in whispered breath,  
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.  
Her tongue, a blade that cuts

a match in the dark

a ghastly …

prospect ...
the ground torn open before him
a wound in the earth that called to his dark heart
pulled on his better judgement like lead ...
warm, the darkness -
warm and peaceful, if but a plunge away
he turned back around to the giant chess board
it's alternate squares dancing -
monochromatic patchwork of fealty and fate
with just seven

where no light penetrates

     where no light penetrates 
       the musty chamber of an existence
     gazing, otiose, in contemplation
 
     of erogenous zones 
       of paralysis and moans
     of the

Revenge of The Raven - POTD

“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.”  Ann Marie Eleazer  

She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with runes.
Stygian mists swirled all around, yet she had perfect aim.

Into the dark forest she went and spotted the raven.
A

Winter's Cruel kiss

She's out of this world, thinking of no one but herself,
The pain she caused on that fateful day,
A forgotten wound that refuses to heal,
A heartless queen, selfish in her own way."
In the shadows of her mind, the memories linger on,
The day she chose to shatter his heart,
A decision made without thought or care,
A broken prince,

The Garrid Oom - A Scary Tale

he brove a garrid oom
deemotted uve 
and lookied goom
  eek eek
he seddle as
his bladed morble
hoom

around the camp fire
all agogged
this tale hooed
  awoy awoy
then fobble fo
such gory scary
tooed

he brove a garrid oom
his beast now dead
by morble blade
  hay hay
to victory
and all aglad
they stayed

On The Morrow’s Morn - A Witches Tale

jabed in frilied thawn 
a witch blugued the trees
with her a wabled thag
did tread
and mollied at her knees

frool frool
the witch that dawn
opockied beebs and bubs
to seeb a charm
on the morrow’s morn
to make her beautolub

then to slame 
the wabled thag
who drooved a dan
with her
and he to seeb
some of the charm
wable he lover

and so that morn
agleeded frash
the

Loverboy

Loverboy staring out the window, the stars gleaming so prettily
The meadow's bathing in silver light of the moon; it is such a perfect night
Loverboy sighs at the darkness, candlelight dimming as the wind blows 
The night of love is here with me. I have found the one to call my own.

Dear dear what is your

Desolate Dynasty

Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise,  
A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table.  
Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors.  
The calligraphy carries echoes of triumphant battles,  
Vividly etched in ink.  

A revered legacy is forgotten in decades of decay,  
Its inked glory

Vampiress Unmasked

u play the part of death so well
The drama queen - welcome to home sweet hell
Ring a bell
Yeah I know your tell
Succubus nocturnal always on the make
Far too nefarious to suffer a mistake
Dressed to thrill, eyes that will
Priceless, will never be left to pay the bill
Anywhere you go there is an unmistakable chill.

You want it

Vampire Vexation

Eeevile in the realm of the Undead
Chilled blood red cold
Vampire vexation - sexy at best.
Wrapped in comfortable uncomfortable silence
Silence so sharp - you can feel the fangs at your neck.

Sanctimonium or sanctimonious
Vampires dripping of sophistication
They make a show of letting you know
That morally they ARE the BY FAR

With eyes so dark, so deep, so very

The shadows hope

night secrets that only the moon can hear.
Don't know why i can I see it clear ? 


The stars wink softly hiding truths they hold dear.
Met her eyes which were trembling in fear
Yet in that fear  few spark of hope appeared.
Wanted to ask something by whispering in ear 


 words got lost, got stuck

The Gift

A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness.
Green slips from shore, a purchased release.
Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds. 
Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip.
 
Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise. 
The last of life, extinction blazes black.
Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip.
A mist of remembrance where stone nuture once

soucouyant

you …

found your way in -
a keyhole that I had left unguarded
squeezing through
with fiery wings folded like leaves
I should’ve seen it coming
but your “goodbye” had been such
a jagged edge
and seemed so … determinate
I knew what you were
you never feigned another identity
and that’s why I was so attracted …
so compelled
your honesty was like a potion
and I

THE WITCHES FINGER

The witches finger

When night time falls on Halloween if you`re near the woods don’t linger
For if you stand to long this night you`ll feel the Witches finger.

It`s long and crooked with a pointy nail its skin is rough and grey
It comes alive on Halloween night but dead and black by day.

She wakens up but once

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