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the other side....

What is this I feel now calling
Darkness above
Anything at all inside
I hear your voice calling my heart
Void of Life
Yet I feel your arms around me
Tightening O'glove
Making love
From the other side


But it does not matter how I feel
For your heaven's a lie
I feel your voice within
A knife of cold steel
Release me from your cursed repeal
Set me free from the other side


You call me in the night
Your breath upon the skin of dark’s bride
I call you in my heart, without fight
Nightly, bringing such misery to life
You're moving on the other side


Your love calls my death
Haunting my dreams at night
"I'm not alone," calls my last breath
We’ll never be apart in death
My tears follow on the other side


I cried aloud
Trying to free my heart
All my tears have dried
You moved to the dark, forever apart
Feel my love calling you to start again
Darkness drowning me
From the other side


As I ramble on this piece of paper
Haunting lyrics of our love to decide
Feeling your arms, sweet heavenly rapture
Trapped inside your smothering vapor
Falling, falling, taking me to the other side


You are closing my eyes
Leaving darkness
Your love disguised
Feeling your veins surround my heart
Embracing tightly, trapping the dark
Dragging me down
To the other side
To the dark side

Written by
Asha
2010©

Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 01-04-2011 at 12:02:58 PM

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Here's just one more log on HellHearth's fire:

HellHearth

Prologue:

"If my impending doom is greeted by such darkened gloom,
As Raven black in cold, crushed tomb
Nightmares light this lost realm."

Dreams singe, they swirl free, leaping.
Course thoughts out time are keeping,
As my tepid flesh cries, creeping,
There stabs grief as none before.

Red flames lap live, ail ticking,
Morbid thoughts grow sour, sickening.
Up flue is hellish clicking
Shadows, black, rise off the floor.

My pounding pulse yet races,
Discerning what the case is:
I flee the spectered faces,
Having suffered all my gore.

In stealth marks quiets’ hour
When reason vetoes power,
Surrenders mind’s frail flower,
Such memories I deplore!

In flames there is no saving
Their heat and light, engraving
That likens my enslaving
To the reapers sickle, scored.

Life’s bonds loosed free, shred, breaking
Spirit transforms mind’s aching,
Light of life sifts raking:
Unshackles my mortal cord.

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Dance


Taunted, tangled and trembling

Imprisoned in hard arms and spinning



Taut, tense and terrified

Ensnared by a whisper and mortified



Tracing, touching and tempting

A mouth blisters my flesh, ripping



Tapping, tussling and trepidation

Hips part and yield for penetration



Tasting, tonguing and tumult

Take me; enter full hilt



Tossing, tumbling, and trance

To die in the dark is to dance.

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Impaled by His Kiss

Bloodless lips beckon my soul to bliss

impaled by his seductive kiss,


screams echo in still of night

terror only heightens his delight,


twitching in spasmodic fashion

devoured by his frenzied passion


the elixir of my coppery flow

defiles the freshly fallen snow,


bleeding out as vision dims

strangely love that I'm his sin

touching me in hideous lies

now surrendered to ruby eyes,


my existence doomed by hate

in dead of night he raped my fate

Selena Howard © 2011

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Willow Weeping


Fragile flowers twist themselves in March wind

But have the strength to straighten again



Seeds down below spring into fantastic gems

Regaling us with hearty flowers on fresh stems



Summer and fall come, then leafless winter

Bending low is the willow weeping, all a-splinter



Bare arms reach for Centauri’s blinding beam

Dry limbs crack and fall, tearing from seam



Tree so young, unable to stand and grow beyond

Has given herself to Death who will faithfully respond.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 01-10-2011 at 08:24:43 PM

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Amongst the Aspens

Lying amongst the aspens

deaths freshly picked bouquet

darkness empathized it's beauty

an echoing stillness chills the air

death's been a knocking at your door

distantly watching,silent,hungry,

slithering shadows eerily creeping,

oh delightful terror floods your eyes

my engorged lips lick them clean

sucking- savoring your copper flow

spray hitting my throat like rain

achieving orgasmic reaction

oozing blood escapes

beneath your form

hovered over

drinking deeply

till parchment dry

Selena Howard © 2011

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The Blood Lust Crow
Fly in our heavens of wind and snow.
Searching our world, is the Blood Lust Crow.
Wings of black, eyes of death.
Searching for souls ready for rest.

A warrior is found laying in red.
The mortal has fallen in his eternal bed.
The crow flies down and lands so light.
In the mortals eyes is pain and fright.

The Blood Lust Crow calmly locks their gaze.
Pain and agony then slowly fades.
Body is numb, mind is eased.
Suffering is gone, a feeling of please.

Captured in eyes of the messenger of death.
Calmly he breaths the his final breath.
The Blood Lust Crow stabs with a beak razor sharp.
The center of the chest, the mortal's dying heart.

Out comes the hook and brings out the soul.
Gracefully rising with wings of the crow.
Lifting was the bird and soul as one.
Into the sky of a thousand suns.

Black wings lift the two in light.
As earth grew further from their sight.
The feeling of enchantment, no more to fear.
All mortal pains have disappeared.

The crow lets go of the soul and calls.
Now is the judgment for rise or fall.
Dancing in air the crow spirals down.
His deed is done when the soul is found.

Back to the night of the winter of earth.
As the soul is rested, another becomes in birth.
Gliding the winds of frosted snow.
Forever searching, the Blood Lust Crow.

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DEGRADATION OF DOUBT

Trapped by distortions in my pit, alone
No gauge to proportions, I drop like a stone
A hush, stealth of silence is prying about
Assault of said predator, unyielding, is doubt

Peering from behind
The door of this cell
Deeper and darker
Than all I can tell

By darkness is cloaked
Mauling with pain
And roaring of sins
Exposed once again

Eye to a pinpoint
Desperate for light
With a thrust is a clashing
Failed thrashing to fight

Flashes of vanity fan out my dark blind
Ashes of insanity blow through my mind
The keeper of sobriety is nearly gone
I quiver near battles’ front
As confidence turns to run

Dissension’s onslaught between right and wrong
Is shouting my thoughts to a cold-faced throng
Perceptions of jeering to fearing words vexed
Prospect without cheering: death follows next

To cope for this sinner is kneeling to pray
Hope all the thinner is shearing away
The sides of my pit are steeped in my crimes
The tides rise of doubt, drowning my time

Defiance from worry and fretting despair
Have struck me with fury, and quench feeble prayer

The prospect of solace laughs in my face
As younger and stronger disparage grace
At an opportune moment will be in my place
In frenzied exhaustion--I forfeit this race

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Twilight Woods: Metamorphosis

Desperate to claw in organic unrest
A coven of trees amid dark woods
Rooted deep, home’s soil unblessed
Silence of motion bound to no good

Cursed be lives lost in bent boughs
In squalid days blended ne’er ending their ruse
Trees nourished of sorrow calloused to vows
Keepers of sufferance and flight of blind fools

What calls the meeting to fiends under skies?
The screech owl has heard tones uttered
Who is frail prey, shining fear from their eyes?
Only rumors scarce known have been muttered

The heavens not dark, but Terror, swift stark
Overwhelms, overtakes as pursuer
The quickening comes over without a spark
As thin limbs pierce prey with a skewer

The blood flows below and freezes in snow
But the warmth at their roots thaws it
Seeping to ground hear ominous sound
Loud stillness of trees as each gnaws it

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My Love Beside

My love beside, I awake in the meadow of Millennia’s Peace
My love beside, I live at full stride the pathways of my heart...

Bury melodic notions conceived
That a song ever laid timbre on
These virgin ears.

Your perfect mouth radiates utterances--
The sonance of your call is music
Above the monotonous sea of discourse.

My weakness fed hungering eyes:
Your rise to the firmament
Plunged me down in cascading,
Bent desires.

Promises marinated in succulence:
Savory in delicacies, were never served
At your table's bounty.

My name, by your lips spoken
Is triumphant and tragic.
It is medicinal and maleficent;
Marking all time by sighing
Heartbeats, waning.

Stupor is a veil to higher thought:
I am clothed in failed reason;
Only wanting for any remnant
Aligned to the mystery of desiring you.

In all peril and by alien acquaintance
Men venture toward the unknown
To secure the intangible from
Darker trenches of love:

Was love spat upon to endear another
Intention termed in bright fancy--
All along dragging with it the corpse
Malice and decaying dreams?

Will a wiser follow this jester,
In your inflictive entrapments
To discover underneath your dermis
Is all whoredom and bitter cancer?

On a mountain pass, near your foot steps
I was led by deception's hand: the vista
Scarcely noted in awe of your visage

Your cunning, benevolence’s darkened offspring,
Saw my flight, diving through atmospheres,
Swallowed by something less than pity.

Contempt is the ally of your inglorious
Disdain for sanctity, which in these
Are your delights made flawless.

My love denied, I awake in agony for ecstasy removed
My love denied… I writhe in this nightmare, my will consumed.

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Twilight Zone vs Jesus

Should you wake by a startling rush
To exit fears stifling hush
All that transpired within the mind
Fragmented terror, dark and blind

Escape to comfort, lucid in thought
Transport to reason, peacefulness wrought
Centered in familiar, static surroundings
Faint breathe echoes of horrors soundings

Surreal imprints from unconscious dread
Are calling your name as you rise from the bed
A foot to the floor that steadies your way
To shake off nightmare’s greeting today

The floor isn’t fixed, or is the head reeling?
Overtaken again by that magnetized feeling
Your pace is to speed, as life is to death
And in vain fervor comes shortness of breath

Away, flee away, toward daylights’ door
Steps are slowed, debt is owed, sink in the floor
Name, call His Name, speak the Name of the Son
Come, Light the day, with His Name on your tongue

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Vampire Kiss
Anchored in your timeless velvet embrace
locked within your gaze
my soul flew away to an archaic place
a trace of your dark heart was all that was offered
a lifetime vanished and eons ripped by
as you plunged your thirsty growl
reaching hot bloody nectar just beneath the surface
swirling in cavernous holds within and bursting through
thrust into oblivion
buckling in delirious swoon
love sickened with your hallucinogen
then absent of all,
wilted as a wasted flower
fragrant only with passion's quiet thunder
flight became you
 -M. Jacobs
 

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quoted from:danmartyjake1

Vampire Kiss

Anchored in your timeless velvet embrace

locked within your gaze

my soul flew away to an archaic place

a trace of your dark heart was all that was offered

a lifetime vanished and eons ripped by

as you plunged your thirsty growl

reaching hot bloody nectar just beneath the surface

swirling in cavernous holds within and bursting through

thrust into oblivion

buckling in delirious swoon

love sickened with your hallucinogen

then absent of all,

wilted as a wasted flower

fragrant only with passion's quiet thunder

flight became you

-M. Jacobs

Your piece, here, is a great bell, ringing with metaphor and engrossing imagery !
My ears hear the harmonics of masterful device.

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Through Silvering Eyes
Winds have whispered through the trees
High in snowy mountains, in peace it sings.
Upon the peaks of rock and ice.
All man know this beauty comes with a price

In a cave lurks the creature in silvering eyes.
Her power and grace, was always despised.
White gleaming scales, her razor talons armed
The beast of legend, who collected gold and charms.

Her silver eyes flicker over her bed of gems.
The white dragons nest, the property of men.
Swords and bones rested, browned in blood of old.
Every warrior who opposed, their story forever untold.

The lust for gold was not useless, but necessary for fired breath.
The secret weapon no other creature wielded in their chest.
The bones of brave rested in darkness, yet not in vain.
belonging to mortals who have lost fate's game.

Dark brown blood stained deep in her claws.
Her hunger once again summoned the natural call.
Through cold winter nights, the dragon rises from her nest.
With white wings spread, her hunger, her desire never rests.

Lighter then air, she lifts from the peak.
Claws and fangs innocently sheathed.
She soars the heavens like an eagle of night.
The creature of hell, at peace in flight.

Clear crystal eyes spot the small town.
Her promise of a meal she always found.
She spilled the air from under her wings,
Diving down to the village, gracefully unseen.

Extending her talons, revealing razor fangs
Swiping and stabbing, death with no pain.
Landing lightly, her jaws wielded the meat in place.
Fresh warm blood dripping from her muzzle and face.

Out came the humans from the cattle's call.
The dragon snarled and growled, ensuring their fall.
Startled and shaken, the farmers retreated in fear.
She snatched her pray, in darkness she disappeared.

Once again their peace was shattered from the kill.
The humans decided, no longer this fear they shall feel.
They turn to the warrior, who they claimed the best.
They bribed and begged, to put the beast to rest.

Back to the cave in the mountain's icy peak.
The dragon returns, a hunt successfully seek.
Claws land lightly, her weight a feather.
She dines on her meal, blood warming the icy weather.

Footsteps emerge, metal is unsheathed.
The dragon notices the human, the killer underneath.
She bares her fangs extends her wings.
Flaring and snarling at the danger he brings.

He grips his sword and charges at the beast.
She grinned in fangs for a second feast.
His blade lands but scales fail to break.
Fire flaring between fangs, now too late to retreat.

She scorches the cave, darkness enlightened in flames.
The warrior runs in for safety, as blazes roar untamed.
Leaping from flames she lunges with fangs and claws.
The warrior dodges and strikes, in blood the blade draws.

The blade's cold steel pierced the dragon's throat.
Unprotected by armored scales, the warrior smiles in gloat.
The dragon draws back as warm blood streams.
The warrior charges a battle cry in scream.

One last time he thrusts and landed the blade,
Piercing the heart of the creature of the cave.
She screeches to the heavens, in pain and agony.
The dying sound promised the warrior of his victory.

She lost her breath, and collapsed to the floor.
The rain of terror of the creature shall fall no more.
The warrior walked out into weather of white.
His victory would bring his people peace and delight.

The dragon laid with an empty nest.
Her treasures gone like her soon dying breath.
The warrior slayed the beast, claiming victory, the devil is gone.
Through fading silvering eyes, she sees the warrior, the true devil all along.

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The Black Feathered Angel
This was the night, of the moons heavy rain.
This is the legend, of a dark spirit's tame.
Now upon the cold winter night, thick in the rain,
Soaked the black feathered angel, locked in chains.

The chains are steel, the promises she had made,
To the people of the world, for wishes they prayed.
Her gentle touch, a miracle to man.
But none of this, was accorded to plan.

The black feathered angel, dreaming of her sky.
Her soft wings bent, now unable to fly.
Behind these bars, iced rain breezed through.
She couldn't leave, her commitment must stay true.

Through day and night, people prayed for their needs.
But all their desires, were selfish with greed.
Weighed down in steel, the black angel still shined.
She granted their prayers, they ignored her bined.

It was their desires she must grant, nothing for her.
This was the promise, she must endure.
Abandon by the heavens, rejected from the hells.
Her fate somehow trapped her, in this prison's cell.

She was viewed as a savior, but no one could see.
That she was the slave, their help, she would need.
But no one had saw, her true feelings inside.
For all of her hope, has already died.

Soaked in the rain, the black feathered angel.
Every day the same, she hid in her shell.
Then came along a child, innocent and calm.
Too young for selfish desire, he knew she didn't belong.

She smiled softly, and asked what his wish will be.
He placed his hand on bars and said, "for you to be free."
Her eyes glitter in shock, her lips passed no word.
The child laughs, "free, just like a bird!"

Her eyes like the ocean, blue and calm.
She knew this had to be all along.
Divine chains faded, releasing her wrists and neck.
Now all of these selfish needs, will soon be in neglect.

She spread her wings, fading through walls.
She lifts into the nights, her shadows beauty calls.
None of her presents remained, but a lonely chill.
Mortals began to panic, their needs unfulfilled.

She watches from above, cloaked in darkness.
The black feathered angel, her life now barless.
She grins at chaos, their loss of wealth.
She whispers her oath, "they can fend for themselves."

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As you know the Poets of Blood are Loved.
Every entry for volume 1 was read over and over again.
The poems selected meant what the Poets of Blood is,
and shall be Volume 2 entries will be read over and over again.
The selection is stepping up.
Way ahead of time.
Every poet of P.O.B. that went on tour for 2010.
Has dug the bloodiest wound for all Poets of Blood.
And we will be contacting them direx.
All Poets that have posted here has
really shown the scale of poetry that
we need!!!!
Now we are asking you all to dig deeper, because
we will show you what you all have been missing.
There is a blood that breeds.
yes there will be, and there shall be.
Like we said all Poets that posted via the Fest 2010.
They will be shown a secret, that will take all Poets of Blood
to the next level, so you Poets that have posted here
for Volume 2
be ready to go on tour for 2011
that means Blood Fest 2011.
Please go to the Tour of 2010.
to see the Post/Poets that made a difference...

The Poets of the Blood Fest 2010
will be shown the newest fear.
They will select the Poets posted here for
New Dilemma..
That means
Alexia has the badest brew for you, yes.
Once the Blood Fest Poets are know
what Alexia knows they will push you to the limits.


You all will be noticed...................

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Sounds exciting, Alexia!

Let the rivers of scarlet flow...

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Hello fellow POB! miss me? been a while since i posted, and its the first time on here, sooo i would like to start with something juicy tell me how you like this blood adventure!

The Return to the Old Mansion

the lord is my shepard, I shall not fear.
unholy spirits, I beg you to clear
I fight for the righteous and I condemn the wrong!
by the will of god I must remain strong!

many stories tell tale of this old house
some are rumor, while others as deceiving as a mouse.
one tale says the devil lives here,
not so much unlike Dracula I hear

Others tell of unholy deeds long ago
a Satanist shrine built in the cold snow
other yet claim it was built on many a grave
a bone yard of hate, and blood the dead crave

other claim its just haunted, and dared to go inside
where, they say, many a brave man's corpses are to find
so here alone I stand, in the house of dark madness
From room to room, remains only a dark, dank, abyss

I could smell the walls and floors, mildew at hay day
time seemed to linger, and slowly slip further away
no animals howled at the brilliant bright moon
no crickets dared to set foot, in the cold rooms

I questioned myself, as time ebbed by and by
for my purpose in such a place, oh why oh why?
the floors creaked loudly, like an ear splitting sound
the walls dripping black water, down to the wooden ground

and still i ventured on, god's one and only volunteer
into the mass of walls, floors, hell hath no fear!
at first it seemed to be only me, my mind playing games
but the closer look into darkness, I saw what the water became

it seemed to be a joke, the walls began to bleed!
from the moon shining through the roof, to god I began to plead
As I found later, that was my warning to get out
but being a man of holy decent, I was stupid, foolish, and stout

Quietly I prayed and sprinkled some holy water
and here I went again, no where special just began to wander
no sooner had the walls stopped bleeding, that I found
laying, some in pieces, some everywhere but distinctly all around

there lay the bodies of many an animal, some old and some new
to God's holy steeple, I begged to him, and prayed he knew what to do
slowly on I ventured, my paranoia seemed to become strain
in my mind I hoped, my trip wasn't just in vain

my eyes drifted upon, one of the most horrible unholy sights!
upon the walls painted in crimson, lay pentagrams, I couldn't believe my eyes!
I went down on my knees, reading from my book of holy prayers
when all of a sudden, there came a quiet little whisper from the stairs

there on the banister, I could have sworn I saw her!
a little girl in a dress I swear to Jesus, the holy spirit, and god she was just there!
but when my eyes turned, she was there for a second
a ghost in such a place? I just starred in complete bewilderment

to god, I gave the nameless spirit a good word and prayed for release
but now on with my duty, as a servant, as a volunteer, one of God's sheep
and into the abyss I went, mansion, was putting it lightly
to me it seemed as if a castle, big, intimidating, and mighty!

and here, I, gods little toy ant walking along probably down Heaven's way
just trying to find light in this dark, unholy place, and show it the light of day
and still I ventured on, until I came to a tiny door
but when I knelled down to open it, a small hand touched my shoulder

I wouldn't do that, said a light gentle girl voice,
the others that did... well they made a bad choice
and slowly I rose, not turning around
but then slowly I looked, at the smiling face toward the ground

She smiled up at me, her eyes a light with joy
here Mr! can I show you my toys?!
At last! some light in this unholy place!
how good it feels to see some happiness in her face!

gleefully she ran, toward the stairs and up
slowly I followed, wary of the steps, praying for luck
I made it up, and she scampered into the first room to the right
I heard giggles of joy and laughter in delight

I followed her, timid of the floor below my feet
every step I made gave off a horrible noisy creak
finally there, I looked in, it was a little girls room alright
lots of dolls, and toy houses, babies with only one eye...

she laughed and offered me further into the room
This is only the first! we can go to the second soon!
poor girl, she must have lived and died here a long time ago
after showing me around, she went through the wall some how

Over here! her tiny voice yelled a room from the hallway down
slowly I stood, and carefully walked around
the hallway was dark, the moon was blocked by clouds
I felt the walls as I went my way slowly, slowly down

I heard her giggle, and knew I was close, and there it was
the entry to the room, she popped out and gave my legs a hug
there you are! she said, and tugged me inside
timidly I followed, matching her stride

Then she let go, and ran into the dark
and the door behind me closed with a sharp bark
I heard the girl giggle, no, it was closer to a man
then deep throated laughter just seemed to fill the room

Welcome priest, the deep voice spoke, to my inner sanctum of lost hope
This is my toy room, of torture, chains, and rope
I tried to run, but I couldnt see a thing in the pitch black
when I was suddenly pushed into a chair and was forced to sit


The villagers heard his screams, they can only guess what went on
his head was found a day later, sitting on a neighbors lawn
Authorities offer no explanation, and many searches have tried to find the rest of him
Although, none dared to search for him, in That Old Mansion

Last edited by EvilPoems 01-20-2011 at 09:37:11 AM

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Through the Eyes of a Killer

It was a nice night, cool and not bright
A perfect night for a stroll or a walk in the moon light
But not for I, tonight I have a mission
To hoist myself up into newspaper fame and fortune

My targets, inside this house of ancient time
Surrounded by a steel fence, and so I begin my crime
So nimble, I climb and hop the fence so quiet
And out comes my knife, as I move in closer to my targets

I see two of the four, in the living room
Chatting during commercials, not expecting doom
Another, his shadow from the kitchen
His shadow on the floor on his cell phone

The fourth, asleep? Well, let’s find out
Slowly I pick the lock, listening for a shout
Success I’m in! Quickly I shut the door.
I sneak toward the kitchen as I hear a “Whore!”

With a thud, I see the cell hit the counter
His eyes on the TV with a sigh, now begins the slaughter
Sneaking slowly and quietly up and behind
My hand over his mouth and his guts are slit outside.

I drag him backward my knife sliding between his ribs
His eyes dull, and the strain leaves his lips
I set his body down, there’s too much blood to hide
The two in the living room making loud noise as I turn a blind eye

Time to find the other, I start searching through the house
My ears sharp for a sound as I tip toe quieter than a mouse
And low and behold, my search prevailed
Upstairs a toilet flushed, his location revealed!

Quietly I sneak up the carpeted stairs
My hand on the door knob, anticipation in every hair
I feel it turn, I push hard on the door
I throw him back startled to the floor

Quickly I come in, the door shuts behind
And now another target is trapped with me inside
I tackle him, quick to land a blow
Stunned and confused from my hit to his head, it’s easy now

One small swing, and his throat is cut
Blood filling his lungs, my hand tightly holds his mouth shut
Soon he isn’t moving, now for the two downstairs
I walk down the stairs and into the living room where they still yell cheers

I duck down behind the couch, my next target to die
Quickly is spring out with my knife through his eye
The other one yells, and he pulls out a gun
Just as I dive back toward the stairs, he shoots at no one

I sit there and wait, counting bullets in my head
10, 11, 12, now he is dead
One swift move, I jump over the couch
Just as he’s reloading, my knife slices through his crotch

With his arm pinned, and my knife to his neck
I whisper my little secret threat
“Remember the girl, on the night in October?
The one your boys drugged then raped her?

Well, she happens to be an Assassins daughter
and I am the Assassin, I am her father”
with that testimony, I push the tip of my knife deep into his neck
the blood spraying like a river, he is sick

“To hell with you all, damned be thy name
Return back to hell, for hell has souls to claim
I am the judge and executioner, by blade I kill
For the righteous, and the condemned I won’t stand still
In the name of god, and before the jury
Witness the power of holy divine fury
Forever eternal, as long as there’s an early casket
For the holy ones judgment, arise the Assassin!”

Last edited by EvilPoems 01-20-2011 at 09:32:52 AM

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The Offering

As the moon rose like a diamond jewel above the pine mountains cold
By a fire in the deep pine wood, sat a few men and a woman holding a book of old
As the fire cracked and the embers burned, all seemed to lose track of time
The woman, strained ever more at her feet and wrists that were tied

At once, as if by voiceless command, all the gentlemen stood
The moon fully shown, and her white virgin gown, they carried her into the woods
With night moving on, preparation just begun, she prayed for mercy or death
They took her in deep, in the frosty mountain air, death seemed to be drawn with every breath

Onto the stone so bone shattering cold her weak body was laid
Her wrists and arms shackled to the altar, where many have been slain.

She wished death would hurry, wishing her pleas would be heard by any
All those around her, wore fine dressed cloths, of these men she knew many.
They are the lords of the land, yet times seemed to touch them not
For all men there, were quiet wonderfully fair, that she didn’t fear the unholy lot.

From under the robe of a hooded dark man, the old Testament was brought
And upon the pages, yellowed by ages, lay a language long dead but sought
With slow certainty, his voice twisted by cruelty, he slowly spoke the lines
The cold seemed colder, as the purpose of the words seemed to slow down time


The darkness seemed to deepen; the moon seemed unnaturally bright, as she fought against the chains
Her body seemed light, as if she could fly, but even still she fought her iron strains.
She watches the deep dark once lit by moon, as glaring dark red eyes watched
Begging for dawn, waiting for the rising sun, her screams seemed to echo, against the chains she launched
The horrors that stood behind the men, her last humanity tried to warn them
As the moon shown like a pillar of brilliant light, onto the men as whom watched as he hurled at them

She witnessed horrors only described in tales, dragon bodied with heads and snakes for tails
Monstrous demons, built by the corpses of rotting men a women, demons that exist only in fables
Upon the stone, she begged for death, as the gentlemen remained obscure to the dark parade
The demons laughed as growled as the approached ever closer from the depths of the deep shade

In the darkness, where stood the heartless, the laughter of imps and unholy stayed
For into the moon light, walked one demon war worn and anciently aged

Once fair, she could tell, from the dirty white wings from hell, Lucifer came to her call
Unseen by the men, still praying and reading from the ancient script, soon to be her fall
He bent his head so it lay next to hers, a dark dry voice crippled by age
Though he spoke to her softly, to her it seemed he was hiding his rage

He told her, her innocence will not condemn, but her soul shall be free to heaven
To be free of this land, twisted by human and demon hand, by which she fell victim
And slowly he walked backwards, and the darkness faded, and the moon dimmed to a low glare
She heard again the men chant and pray, and discovered she again felt very cold.

Voices in unison, the prayer had ended in two clear excited words, “To Hell!”
The book closed, with a deep thud, just as their declare into the woods it echoed

The book was hid from view, this part they all well knew, her body lay weak
The approached the fair maiden, so innocently virgin, in the darkness cold and weak
As the moon shown so clearly above in the sky shot a single shooting star
Slowly the approached, the book keeper brought forth a long bloodied dagger

He held it a breast, against his robbed chest, the final prayer being just a mutter
In the ancient language long dead it seemed it were to pray for her disaster
Her eyes locked on the moon, whom still dimly shown in the cold frost of the night
The pine trees in the breeze, seemed to reach out toward the moon light

The men stood around the stone she was chained to, all eyes upon her limp body
One last “To Hell!” and her eyes widened as her blood made that blade even more bloody.

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Poets of Blood,

I have a new friend that finds you all fascinating.
He has Volume 1, and he is reading you all.
He will be here soon to introduce himself.

He will be writing a screen play, based on the Poets of Blood.
He will be studying the Poets, and themselves here, and
he knows what the Poets know from Blood Fest 2010.
Give the man time to take the Poets of Blood to a new level.

Volume 2 is being engaged soon in production,
because come this fall, we want to be fully ready.

enjoy, He'll be posting here soon, please welcome him.

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Can't wait, WS!

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

That sounds exciting, WordSlinger.

We are on diverse bunch - writers, artists, vampires...lol.

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