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Nightmare - Freddy Krueger

You may cry
And the dead may rise
But my love for you
Can never die
The birds stopped singing
The river stopped running
All I hear 
Is the little children burning
How is it?
When the nights goes by
They all sing
They all cry
I hold my hand out
For you to take
But all you do
Is make it break
My eyes are bleeding out
My tears are going dry
You beat me
Till I die
My lips are trembling
I can not breathe
I’m going blind
Can not see
The hounds are howling
The children screaming
It’s a nightmare
Everyone is pleading
It’s time to wake up
But Death is with you
Will you survive?
Or does Freddy have you?

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013



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Life

This is the second poem I have ever written, I was nine or ten.


The love caused me pain
I’m no longer able to breathe
My bleeding soul
My enclosed throat
My blood-shot eyes
My dying words
All seem to fade away
I love to sing
I loved to laugh
I loved to love
Now they are no more
I have no sang in three years
I do not think I even can…
I try to laugh….
But it turns into a broken sob
I tried to love
But I just wreaked pain
Over and over…and over again
Can a broken soul ever heal?
No, I do not think so
Can a hollow voice ever have life?
No, not that either
Can a dead love be born again?
No
Life ends like it begins
We start out crying and frightened
We die crying and frightened
Life is a cruel joke
We all die at the end
Why be immortal?
Only those whom hate life get to forever live it
Fighting the whole time, crying
Crying for death
Because death is when memory is gone
We come back crying
There is a threat that in the end will win
No circles will save us
No praying will help
This threat has no compassion
Has no soul
Will kill many
And birth more
It has no mercy
Harbors no soul
It is here for one thing
And one thing alone
To kill us all
This great threat goes by one name
Life
The thing that few know is not a friend, a blessing
But is a threat, an enemy
This is one fight not many can win
Most will die
But a few can cheat death
Maybe even life
But that is up to you….
My choice? 
I will cheat death and survive life…

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Those Who Sing the Songs of the Earth

Deep within the earth

I can hear their song

A voice with a strange magic in it that I have never heard before

One with such sadness that it might break my heart

The song of the children

The songs of the skies

The songs of the rivers

And the songs of the nights

Softly they hum

One, two, then three

A symphony of voices

A symphony of pleads

A tale told of long ago

Words woven into the air

Memories reflected within the water

And only the children know





The sound, a memory

Of the storm of swords

The clash of kings

As blood painted the ground

And the feast of crows begun

Fallen kings, knights, common folk

It is all the same

Greed started the war

Humans are too blame

Their greed for power

Their greed for love

Their greed for gold

Nothing was ever enough

The skies darken to the shadow of wings

One white, one green, and one black

With the desire to roast the world

Only Mhysa can signal that attack

Winter has arrived now

The rivers will freeze

Like the blood in their veins

Because what is dead my never die

But only rise again

Too many games they played

Too many lives lost

The spiders carried their messages

Whispered in the ears of kings

But at what cost were these secrets sold?

The winter will take them all

Every wolf, every lion, every dragon, and every stag




After the snow melts

After the rivers break

After the trees can sigh in relief

Only the children of the forest will remain

And one, at first a child, merely a green boy

He has been crippled, abandoned, captured, orphaned, hung and burned

But now he sits on his throne, with his pack at his side

The king no one expected

The king who can fly




(Alternate ending)

After the snow melts

After the rivers break

After the trees can sigh in relief

Only the children of the forest will remain

Singing their bittersweet songs

Their songs of the forest

And their tales of the races lost

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2014

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Pulse of My Heart

Darkened were the nights
Oh were they cold
You had left me
Such a very long time ago
I cannot forget
The way you caressed my flesh
So tender, so loving
Alas! It is missed
The way we would sway
Barely licked by the flames of the bonfire
I could have stayed like that forever
Oh dear traveler where have you gone?
I know you warned you would leave
But yet my heart swelled with hope
What a retched thing now
For now I am broke
Your honey voice broke down my soul
You never gathered up the pieces
Now they lay cold
On the floor where you left them
Oh so many nights ago
I still look on the horizon
Praying for a glimpse of your face
On certain nights
I can feel your warmth
As if you were there
I fall to my knees
Whisper my pleads
Maybe you can hear
No matter the time that passes
I cannot forget the man
He revived my soul
Pulse of my heart
Stole my trust
Alas! For the traveler took so much more……..
I will wait for him forever on the moor.

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Perfect Canvas of Demise

A canvas smile of beauty
Prescience of delicate ease
What disruption could have done this?
Brought her to her knees
Once so strong
With Medusa's wrath
Now a frail Villa
Forgotten how to sing the song of the past
Losing a hold of time
Becoming lost in the marsh
Rejecting the light
Now resting in the dark
What happened to her soul?
Her aura of shimmering might
Now hidden behind retched scars
What made her loath her life?
She has grown mute
Hiding her precious voice, so sweet
Resigning in the company of the Dead
What made her give in to defeat?
It was he, the ghost of love
The reaper of the soul
He drank her tears
And he tore at her heart
Weaker now she slowly grows
On her knees she pleads
She could have wished for her life away
But instead she wished for a night of peace
In the darkness she still bleeds
Dreaming of her dying day

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013



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Fate

Venom laced words
Is all the world
Feeds the weak
But I can taste the brutal decay
Of all the slain souls
Now buried in the deep
Look through the eyes of the Taken
You will see this tainted world
You will see you’re mistaken
Those are not happy tears
They are laced with blood
No one feels a thing
They have all gone cold
And gone numb
You feast your eyes
On a beautiful Shamrock Shore
But instead I see waves of black
Swimming along are the snakes of wrath
Those sweet little lullabies
Causing you to sleep
They wake up the Demons
You are their feast
When will you stop?
Looking through the eyes of faith
Take a look through my eyes and see
Those born of innocence...
Their true damned Fate

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Brick Walls

Brick walls
Closing me in at all sides
The rattle of chains echoes as I sleep
Ankles rough
Wrists rough
Shackles screwed too tight
Forgotten how to dream
Trapped inside my own demise
Morsels of food is offered
But I know it is tainted
Tainted with poison
Just like their words
Just like their lies
Humid air chokes me
In my earth bond cell
I tried to escape
Tried to run
They knocked me down
With the butt of a gun
Now in a cell
Without any windows
I can only guess it is night
Everything is night down here
Everything black
No light is granted for me
Someone without stability they say
Someone who has lost their mind
But what they misunderstood is
That they will have to die
That is what the walls tell me
Whispers in my head
I used to not listen
But now I whisper back instead
The rat’s feet add to the sounds
Of whimpers, screams, and cries
I know they come from me
But this voice…it is not mine.

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Wasted

No matter how deep you think you dug
The earth on top still lies fresh
In a heartbeat
In a teardrop
In the flutter of a Raven’s wings
Mere seconds it takes
For those memories
Those feeling that ache
To be dug up and placed at your feet
Soiled from the time wasted
Bitter from the Chance lost
You feel sickened
Like you are nothing better than a flea bitten mutt
You see your failures
All you have done
The chances that you have lost
In the barrel of a gun
Where am I now?
Staring six feet down
At all I could have had
All I threw away
What am I?
Kicked on the ground by my own heal
Bleeding slowly by my own hand
Heart faltering by my own actions
At the edge of darkness I stand
Wondering what could have been
I should have corrected my sin
I should have buried myself with it all
For I am nothing without them
A man I should have cherished more
A friend I should have been there for
A stranger that I could not spare a kindness
I will dig a grave for myself
Close my eyes and dream
Imagine a life where I did not fail
And slowly forget to breathe.

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Lost Hope For a Broken Soul

When I think about things that are gone and passed
I mourn for the things that did not last
I feel the hurt and tears that fell
I cannot get free, trapped in this Hell
The fires of memories lick at my flesh
Burning up tears that I thought would always last
Coal black eyes, you can see my soul
I gave up everything, everything for a mole
But such rich eyes…
They beckoned me in, promising me everything
Using all of my sin
My heart still aches
My soul still bleeds
To hear that voice
So honey sweet
And yet I let you hold the knife
Feel you twist it in my back, and I never seem to fight
The blood starts to rip, taking with it some hope
That one day I will stop this nonsense
And take that one last fatal blow
But no, not to him
I want him to stay in perfection, I never can harm him
The knife is for me, to mortify my own flesh
Let the blood pour, like my tears once did
Maybe then he will understand
I regret the mistakes made
But no matter what, I would always belong to him

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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Free Hand

Ghost hums, his sweet little lullaby
Lulls her to sleep
Even when she is black and brown
Sore from being beat
He wipes away those spent tears
As she shakes late at night
Her fear feeds his sorrow
As he holds her tight
Screaming and fighting
Trying to escape
Hangs his head, not wanting to watch
For he already knows her fate
Dried blood on her cheek
Fresh pain in her eyes
Soon she will not fear at all
For soon she will have died
Moon shines on her face
Pleading to be free
He kisses her lips softly                                                                                                                                              For soon she will be with he
The dark night has come
Her screams is what he'll hum
It will take only moments
For her life to come undone
Time slowly comes
Whimpering on the floor she lays
Covered in her blood
Her nightmares come out to play
He holds her hands
Which are slowly growing cold
And he smiles at her, letting her know
That when her life drains out
It is a free hand he will hold......

Copyright © Arra Black | Year Posted 2013

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