Category: Writings

There is a thing,A dark creature,A shadowy beingFilled with hate and evil.It’s been aliveSince Vlad put his victimsTo the stake.When Ivan took Siberia,The thing was thereWhispering hazardous thoughtsInto his mind.It’s up to no good,Never has beenAnd it is very hard to see,Never allowing itself,To be in my direct line of sight.It comes to my roomAt…

Where am I?I’m walking down the street, on the sidewalk,A normal, everyday scenario.There are people here with me,Walking up and down, hurrying here and thereCarrying out the tasks relevant to their daily lives.There is something odd here,I can’t put my finger on it,But all of these people going to and fro,I can’t see their faces.Each…

A man,In the middle of the night,Alone, he knows exactly what he is doing.On his knees, before a stone,Digging, bare handed,Digging down, down to what he doesn’t want to find.It is raining, pouring,Massive, bulging drops of waterBleeding from a terrible wound in the clouds,The man wails as the lightning flashes,He howls with an unsettling laughter,As…

I saw you today.Walking up the sidewalk, coming towards me,with a look on your face as though you had somewhereimportant to go to. Really.I said ‘Hello’,you replied the same,and went on by me, ourpolite exchange now over.I rolled my eyes in disgust,now that you can’t see me.That’s what I really think of you,you random person.

In the House of Shadows,There we were.Seventeen of us,A meeting, of sorts,A coming together, a merging,Of all our special talents.Some of us able to think odd thoughts,Some able to see betweenThe wind and the air,Some of us with no particular talent at all,Just there to even the number.Around midnight,There came a shout,From outside, in the…

As I was walking,Down the endless road,A road that led to nowhere,A road with no beginningAnd no end,A grassy byway,With sorrow behind,And anger ahead,A vague description of a path,Lit by permanent twilight,As I was walking down this road,I saw many things,Creatures, animals maybe,Some real, many not,Things with huge eyes,Things with many teeth,Things with a seething…

I stand atop a furious peak,On a mountain made of the circuitry of nightmares,Master of Rage,Commander of Madness,I stand my ground,Through eons untold.I’ve made my stay,Here on this mountain,Since the moon was a young man,Since the humans,Were first flung into existence,Since before mighty steel met titanic flint,And struck the sun alight.And here I stand, continuously,On…

You filled the air,With your ravings and lunacies,And I copied it all down,In my Book of Ashes.My Book of Ashes is a rarity indeed,Parchments of goat-skin,From the most ancient,And unknown,Of Egyptian crypts.Thread made of sinews,From a griffin,Who has long since taken wing,To soar over the mountains of the dead.Ink made from ashes from the burning,Of…

Fate, fortune, destiny,They drive us, they hasten us,Down our avenues of circumstance,That assign us eachOur personal histories,That we are remembered by.And it was fate, fortune, destiny,That hurried you along,In your vile and spiteful quest,Your heinous malevolence,Your ill-natured plan,To destroy me once and for all. And my destruction was complete,A kind word, a good meal,A vial…

I never thoughtI’d dance again.Never thoughtI’d come out of my shroud,Or that the lightOf the celestial candle,That gives us each day,Would brush againstThe no-more grin,I now hold forever.Never thoughtMy friends and my family,Would laugh with me,Eat and drink with me,Twirl me round and round,As I rattle and reel and jigIn time to the music,From a…

There’s a bone man conducting the orchestra,Waving his bone baton,A dowel of ulna from a long dead composer,In the hand of this relic of the Italian Lully.He swings his wand,In a time signature replete with evil portent,Driving the deranged orchestra,Full of dementia and mayhem,To a score written,By the devil himself.The orchestra plays,They blow and they…

Well.Hello there, my old friend.It’s nice to see you,It’s been so long.You look just the same as you didThe last time I picked you up.Yellowed pages,Tattered cover,The smell of the dust between pages.We’ve aged nicely together,Haven’t we?How long have we known each other?Lets see, I must have been 9 or 10,that would make it thirty…