Dark Poetry Thread

[Boots]

MORRIGAN

 

Her cape is of black feathers

She flaps her wings like a raven

And appears in many forms

Another world is her haven

 

She is the Dark Angel of death

Who leads the way to incarnation

And plies the soul from the body

She thrives in sources of temptation

 

She is fierce as a thunderhead

And moves as fast as lightening

She screams like a restless banshee

Her call is very frightening

 

Like a witch who casts a spell

She captures the weakest hearts

People enter her cauldron

Seeking wisdom in its parts

 

She provokes fear in everyone

And is the object of reverence

She morphs into a falcon guide

Or a death coach of omnipotence

 

Her death train is unyielding

It becomes an epic nightmare

People gravitate to it

Sins and desires carry them there

 

She leads souls on a journey

Fraught with pain and suffering

A trip filled with ugliness

Conjured by a vile being

 

She guides them through initiation

As they seek their worldly goals

They cry out for reintegration

While she frees their mortal souls

[Boots]

HADES

 

He sits at the helm of darkness

Baleful son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Poseidon and Zeus

And tormentor of Cassiopeia

 

Lord of the Underworld

The domain of gloom and mist

He hurts those who leave him

And schemes like an alchemist

 

Hades is the symbol of death

He personifies the afterlife

Those who betray him feel his wrath

They can never extricate the strife

 

His minion is a three-headed dog

The bloodhound called Cerberus

It wanders the abode of the dead

The dark realm of Erebus

 

His world possesses five rivers

Acheron spills both sorrow and woe

Cocytus drips lamentation

And Phlegethon where the fires flow

 

Lethe is nothing but oblivion

Styx is the river of hate

Their force is undeniably strong

The currents cannot abate

 

Hades longed for his own consort

He abducted young Persephone

The fair daughter of Demeter

He was enraptured by her beauty

 

She abides with him in the winter

Then returns to the earth in the spring

Where she remains with the deathless gods

To avert their doldrums and mourning

[Boots]

THE TIME TRAVELER

 

Jared built a time machine

It was his pride and joy

He made it with tempered steel

That no one could destroy

 

He traveled through ancient Egypt

In the time of the Pharoahs

He met a girl named Marissa

She was lovely as a rose

 

He cared for Marissa deeply

But was prone to wanderlust

He promised her a ring from Greece

And in him she placed her trust

 

Marissa waited for him

She held on patiently

Jared would return someday

From the blue Aegean Sea

 

He traveled at the speed of light

And went from place to place

He thought of Marissa daily

The memory of her face

 

Jared wandered through Athens

A city that was older than time

He flew through Rome and Madrid

The Apennine Mountains he did climb

 

He landed in western Europe

Before the outbreak of the war

He tried to warn the residents

And felt a duty to implore

 

His machine went ahead in time

There was a whole new world to see

He landed in America

And met President Kennedy

 

He knew what he had to do

Although time was running out

Oswald was too quick for him

There was panic all about

 

In tears, he leapt ahead again

To an old German town

The year was Nineteen Eighty-Nine

The wall came tumbling down

 

When the concrete crumbled

There was cause for celebration

East and West excited

For their reunification

 

Jared celebrated with them

Before he journeyed to Africa

He witnessed riots in Cape Town

In a prison he saw Mandela

 

Then he made one final stop

Before his wedding in Egypt

A woman in the White House

Rehearsed a presidential script

 

Jared was a fledgling explorer

When met his Egyptian queen

He married Marissa in Cairo

And retired his time machine

[Boots]

THE GHOULS

 

Finished with another year

Brady decided to unwind

The carnival came to town

All the attractions were aligned

 

Brady went to the ghoul house

He entered with his mates

It was a spooky dwelling

With creaky, rotted gates

 

Cobwebs and rubber spiders

Were strewn from all the walls

Brady and his mates shuddered

As they walked through the halls

 

Then Brady encountered Pain

She was a female ghoul

Her pallid skin was peeling

She sat on a bar stool

 

Pain brought only misery

Decay lingered on her breath

Brady put her behind him

To avoid the stench of death

 

Chains lay on a bed of nails

Iron cuffs bound his wrists

He was a sight to behold

With his tight, writhing fists

 

Though Chains desired liberty

Someone to rescue him

Brady found him revolting

His appearance was grim

 

Brady was all by himself

His mates nowhere in sight

He moved on to the next room

It was a dreadful night

 

Malice sought out his revenge

His heart was made of stone

He uttered threats constantly

While seated on his throne

 

Brady ran away from Malice

As fast as his legs would go

There was no happiness in there

It was a dismal freak show

 

The next ghoul he met was Sin

She was neither ugly nor pale

In fact she was enticing

She offered seduction for sale

 

Sin was a beautiful girl

Who wore a dress made of gold

Adorned with many diamonds

Her manner frightfully bold

 

But Brady could never love Sin

She was evil like the others

He searched high and low for his mates

They hurried home to their mothers

[Boots]

UNHOLY NIGHT

 

There is madness in the air

People cry out in despair

Good folks panic everywhere

The Almighty does not care

 

Horsemen at the End of Days

Ride on into the night

Exuding their doom and gloom

They wreak supernal fright

 

There is war and corruption

Famine, disease and crime

Those once exalted crumble

They fall for the last time

 

Demons rule the government

Some are television hosts

They play fatherly figures

Their memoirs replete with ghosts

 

There are signs on the highway

Harbingers of things to come

Tolls and taxes on the meek

To finance the King's ransom

 

The future in the distance

Is a hangman with a rope

He brings pain and suffering

It is the end of all hope

 

Good fortune fades away

As the wind rattles the chimes

Love lies in the past now

People cling to better times

 

A strong sense of foreboding

Reigns on this unholy night

Darkness descends on the world

Marking a sinister sight

 

Children are fragile and helpless

As they accept their dreary fate

Women are captured and abused

There is nothing to do but wait

 

Nobody could have foreseen it

How the planet would become

The unholy night brings havoc

To a once mighty Kingdom

[Boots]

THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE

 

Damon was a sorcerer

He knew how to concoct potions

He could cast a magic spell

And cure disease with his lotions

 

He mingled with young creatives

They enabled his sorcery

In the hamlet of Adrian

The locale of fine wizardry

 

This lasted for four decades

Till he lost his vitality

Then he sought an apprentice

To pass on his great legacy

 

Damon found his apprentice

Who would conjure when he was gone

There was hope for the morrow

The magic would somehow live on

 

The apprentice was a lanky boy

Named Jordan at his christening

Though he had a humble upbringing

He absorbed almost everything

 

One day Damon sat in his study

As he read a sorcerer's tale

And when it was time for his breakfast

Jordan brought him rye bread and ale

 

The ale tasted sickly sweet

Like nothing he'd known before

It made him feel much younger

So he asked Jordan for more

 

Damon drank all day and night

Until he lost his clever mind

It became an addiction

The ale was a magical kind

 

Jordan slipped a rare herb

Into his master's sparkling ale

It worked its dark magic

Until Damon was deathly pale

 

The herb was a languid poison

That impaired the old conjuror

The apprentice tricked his master

And became the new sorcerer

[JohnnyBlaze]

THE DEVIL AND PEYTON MANNING

 

Peyton Manning was a behemoth;

He was never a pretty boy.

He dominated the field for years

And governed it like a viceroy.

 

Peyton was All American,

The burly leader of the pack.

Forever the fan favorite,

He was the people's quarterback.

 

He had everything he ever wanted,

A great mansion and a charming wife.

But for some reason he still wanted more;

There was something missing from his life.

 

His coach and his fans were relentless;

Peyton heard their phantom screams.

The clock was ticking away for him

Along with his hopes and dreams.

 

He tried to find some allies in Denver

And another Super Bowl ring.

He was supposed to be the game changer;

They thought he could do anything.

 

He drank a can of Heineken

As he sat on his patio deck.

The Dark One appeared before him;

He placed his hands around Peyton's neck.

 

The Devil shed droplets of sulfur

On the patio where he leaned.

In spite of his large, bulky stature,

Peyton was frightened by the fiend.

 

He said, "I know you, Peyton;

I can sense your greatest desire.

It dwells deep inside your heart

And burns violently like a fire."

 

Peyton asked, "How can you know me?

And where, pray tell, did you come from?"

To the dark beast who gripped his neck

Who could send him to Kingdom Come.

 

"I know more than the eyes can see,

And I can hear your innermost thoughts,"

Said the Devil in his terse way

While Peyton's stomach was tied in knots.

 

The Devil said, "What you covet most is

Another shot at the Super Bowl.

I have the power to help you succeed,

But you will have to give up your soul."

 

Peyton reflected for a long time

As the Devil relaxed his death grip.

He wondered if he needed his soul

And if his team were a sinking ship.

 

Then after much consideration,

Peyton made a deal with the jinn.

In his next season with the Broncos,

He would trade his soul for the win.

 

His game improved at lightning speed

As if he were a young buck again.

He rushed the field like a soldier,

And he had the strength of twenty men.

 

As the Dark One had promised him,

Denver made it to the final round.

Peyton was hailed as a hero;

A finer quarterback couldn't be found.

 

His team played like never before;

They put their opponents to shame.

The Broncos owned the football field,

And they won the Super Bowl game.

 

Peyton hoisted the trophy above his head,

But the Dark One returned to collect his soul.

The crowd gasped at the horror before their eyes,

This ghastly conclusion to the Super Bowl.

 

The Devil's cloak billowed behind him;

His glowing eyes and horns were a sight.

Black smoke filled the air all around him;

He stole the entire show that night.

 

It was quite an unfortunate ending

For a glorious, eventful day.

The Devil latched onto Peyton's helmet,

And then he carried him away.

 

[April 27, 2013]

 

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[Mr. Not]

The Breakup

 

I'm dead

That's it, I'm dead

What am I gonna do now? Die?

You're breaking up with me.

Three years down the drain, and for what?

I don't even know anyone else who I can date.

I'm dead, that's it.

Game over for me.

[Mr. Not]

Oh Man I'm So Angry

 

Despair

All around me are sheep

I just wanna put a bullet in each one of their heads

I feel the rage bubbling up inside me

Oh man I'm pissed off

Don't even look at me funny, or you're in for a world of hurt

[Mr. Not]

It's obvious that all poetry, when broken down, is about death...

 

(No its not that's just what pretentious and misguided High School English teachers say)

 

One of your English teachers said that? Good stuff.