Dark Fantasy Poems - Poems about Dark Fantasy

“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...

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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,...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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marred this mead of honeyed brew yet flaxen still thy rotten spike and spoil it so inedible but haste unto her charge, she will and grail be this austere cup to carry off ignobleness and watch it drain through gullet of a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must and mete thy charm, ye witches grail ...

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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...

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Dark fantasies ride glistening moonbeams through my chamber window. They dance their strange ballet on cobwebs in the flickering candlelight, before they abide among the dusty tomes. The tapestries strain to muffle the sound of my breathing, and the frantic scratching of my quill across the dry parchment. The moon slowly retreats behind thick clouds, and the moonbeams are pierced by...

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