Dark Fantasy Poems - Poems about Dark Fantasy

From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed, I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead. Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night, I cloak my naked shame, to veil my plight. Reigning atop her...Read the rest...

I king of the hostile quasar ! stelliferous beast without origin anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional : fantastically obscure to the naked human eye and...Read the rest...

Beyond the grave of Beni Blue was an aging twisting branching Yew Young Beni liked to play and hide as he did the day he died In a forgotten graveyard corner it grew hiding a doorway known by few The thick...Read the rest...

Vampires and Mosquitos, they’re both out for blood each in their own way, one sucks the life out of you and the other just wants a taste But when it pertains to love there is a...Read the rest...

gather wares for market day and cauldrons of the land baneful stock for the boiling pot before the evening’s end tankards spill and taverns heave upon these Beltane days see magic folk and sorcerers on an otherwise malaise then pack the carts and...Read the rest...

Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn...Read the rest...

What is your biggest fear? My biggest fear is that when I'm away, I won't be able to save her and when I'm there, she'll need saving. Simultaneously, I'm killing her, leaving her open to...Read the rest...

Beware the young bastard that was birthed here by sin, The silver haired boy beneath large piles of bricks... Beware, beware, the young boy named Cage. Beware, beware, he can't feel a thing. He sits there chained down and...Read the rest...

Near the river, where the stones don't listen, a young girl sits near the high ground screaming. Her throat burns dry while mother's pride dissolves, But weeping willows aren't meant to hold… Wooden skin is meant to...Read the rest...

Two hundred feet above the ground, Our lives consist of endless nothing's. Earth is all but destroyed by our hands, People below scattered here & there, not wanting the life I chose. Governments have abandoned us. AI is our...Read the rest...

* This has become a fave genre for me, as I’ve always been fascinated by metamorphosis and introspection of a shadowy nature … I hope you enjoy it. * ...Read the rest...

I want more of what I cannot get enough of There is this longing Yearning Craving Wanting Depth and void that seem to be continually empty No matter how hard I try I feel like I am missing...Read the rest...

Ebony portals form in the shadows, and demons emerge from the depths of Hell. Exactly why this occurs, no one knows, but their presence is marked by a rank smell. Reality is skewed and soon dismissed, your imagination is in...Read the rest...

“O Judgement! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason.” Willian Shakespeare (from Julius Caesar, spoken by Marc Antony) The pendulum of time has swung, From yester years when virtues ruled. When love of...Read the rest...

Once upon a night so bleak, frozen silent laid the creek -- air of death, pushed, swore and swore...as if were fists pounded the frail, wood door; shutters noised, bolting and banging; metal hinges oddly clanging – cupboard glasses adding more tumultuous tang,...Read the rest...