Gargoyle
Eyes of stone are watching
High above the ground
Protecting from the evil
That lingers all around
Why must you old grotesque one
Dwell there all alone
What immortal sin did you commit
That put you on that throne
Somehow I feel a sorrow
I do not understand
For your are just a creation
Of a sculptures hand
Still something about you moves me
Should I even care
For I’m a free man walking
And you must sit and stare
She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
where no light penetrates
the musty chamber of an existence
gazing, otiose, in contemplation
of erogenous zones
of paralysis and moans
of the evaporation of bones…
the spider and its cobwebs beckon
dust stirring like breath
tick-tock of tears
“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.” Ann Marie Eleazer
She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with runes.
Stygian mists swirled all around, yet she had perfect aim.
Into the dark forest she went and spotted the raven.
A deadly hit but ill-omened: it was a female black bird.
Cursing in anger, she knew it proved no good for her.
The male raven flew above her as she entered the mansion.
Dressed in black, she entered her dilapidated bedroom to change.
Below, all waited, dressed for the occasion.
They heard a muffled scream, and all ran upstairs.
A long time passed, and no one dared enter the room.
Finally, the door creaked open. Dust, soot, while a poison ivy
Grew on damp curtain wooden rails, a dilapidated screen
Hid a tattered black dress, while two black ravens flew into the night.
She's out of this world, thinking of no one but herself,
The pain she caused on that fateful day,
A forgotten wound that refuses to heal,
A heartless queen, selfish in her own way."
In the shadows of her mind, the memories linger on,
The day she chose to shatter his heart,
A decision made without thought or care,
A broken prince, left alone to mourn."
Her cruelty knew no bounds, a dark queen of ice,
His love, once pure and true, now twisted by her knife,
In the depths of his despair, he curses her name,
A broken kingdom, forever changed by her game."
As the years pass, his pain a constant ache,
He remembers the day she broke him,
A wound that never heals, a scar that never fades,
A cold queen, ruling from a frozen throne of mistakes."
In the silence of his suffering, he whispers her name,
A broken king, his kingdom in ruins,
A shattered dream, forever stained by her game,
A cold queen, alone in her icy domain."
And in the end, he dies alone, his heart frozen in time,
A fallen king, forgotten by the world,
A broken heart, lost to the cold queen's crime,
A tragic tale, of love and betrayal entwined."
Winter's cruel kiss"
he brove a garrid oom
deemotted uve
and lookied goom
eek eek
he seddle as
his bladed morble
hoom
around the camp fire
all agogged
this tale hooed
awoy awoy
then fobble fo
such gory scary
tooed
he brove a garrid oom
his beast now dead
by morble blade
hay hay
to victory
and all aglad
they stayed
jabed in frilied thawn
a witch blugued the trees
with her a wabled thag
did tread
and mollied at her knees
frool frool
the witch that dawn
opockied beebs and bubs
to seeb a charm
on the morrow’s morn
to make her beautolub
then to slame
the wabled thag
who drooved a dan
with her
and he to seeb
some of the charm
wable he lover
and so that morn
agleeded frash
the charm bethrankled
down
the witch, the thag
melorphorized
and both lived life
unfrowned
A gentle wave from curling leaf watches in weakness.
Green slips from shore, a purchased release.
Tender roots wash with shuttered sounds.
Steals foundation to a diminished, poison grip.
Inundate with modern gift's inevitable disguise.
The last of life, extinction blazes black.
Down slips the rocky skirts beneath the liquid lip.
A mist of remembrance where stone nuture once lay.
Shriveled trunk, bloated limb, a silent fiasco
We were infinity, now the singularity
Last of our kind, the jewel of what was fading.
As humans watch with insufferable
marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will
and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must
and mete thy charm, ye witches grail
Dark fantasies ride glistening moonbeams through my chamber window.
They dance their strange ballet on cobwebs in the flickering candlelight,
before they abide among the dusty tomes.
The tapestries strain to muffle the sound of my breathing,
and the frantic scratching of my quill across the dry parchment.
The moon slowly retreats behind thick clouds,
and the moonbeams are pierced by raindrops until they fade.
The raindrops do their melancholy waltz on the sill,
as lightning drives the dark from every corner of my chamber.
I smile as the thunder awakens something deep within my soul.
Somewhere outside my chamber door, a heavy chain drags the floor.
I'd always wondered, dreamed really,
How it all could feel
The world awash in currant marble
Glistening from my skill
I only plan perfectionism;
A mind as sharp as ice
To put my practice to the test
I find my first device
Never had I known before
A feeling such as this
For when I felt his last breath draw
My veins went warm
Like piss
Now I'm on a number that,
Is really, beyond 'fine'
But worry not, it won't be you.
You kindly finished my rhyme
AUTHERS NOTE: This is NOT biopic!
Infernal Flame
Beneath the gothic arches, his gaze held fast,
In candlelit chambers, their desires impure,
Whispers like velvet, dark seduction amassed,
Her raven hair beckons, with sinful allure,
Blood-red roses fell, memories of lovers past,
In shadowed embrace, their dark tale would occur,
A forbidden love, born from infernal fire,
A raging passion of unbridled desire.
Where Ravens Cry
Beneath ancient boughs, where woeful ravens cry,
Our souls entwined, chilling winds around us creep.
The fragrance of midnight blossoms drifts nearby,
As dense fog enshrouds the glade in cryptic sleep.
With every touch, spectral fire ignites the sky,
Like graves in soft silver light, desires dig deep.
A moonlit serenade whispers through the trees,
Love’s dark melody carried upon the breeze.
Under the starlit sky, our bodies entwine,
Beneath a shroud of mystic mist, passions play.
Azure eyes, like haunted sapphires, darkly shine,
And guide my love through the night’s bewitching sway.
Each amorous moan, a ghostly lover’s sign,
An unholy union, our vows will betray.
A moonlit serenade borne on raven wings,
In our pounding hearts, love’s dark melody sings.
All night I was ensnared by the thought of you,
An unexpected yet enchanting muse,
Lost in the labyrinth of your deep, haunting eyes,
A smoldering ember of desire within me lies.
Your passionate whispers, a seductive symphony,
Unapologetic affection setting us both free.
To trace the trails of your warm, silken skin,
Knocking softly at your door, as you let me in.
Your embrace, a refuge from the chill of the night,
As we entwine beneath the moon’s silver light,
Breathless sighs and fervent moans,
You ascend atop me, you’re my queen and I’m your throne
In this nocturnal realm, you reign supreme,
A midnight monarch in a gothic dream.
In shadows draped, my night empress does glide,
Amidst the moonlit meadow’s misty sigh,
Her raven locks, a midnight river’s tide,
Flow ‘neath the moonbeam’s haunting silver sky.
Her eyes, orbs of obsidian’s deep spell,
Entrap all who meet her amorous gaze,
No roses match her cheeks’ alluring swell,
In twilight’s grasp, a gothic love ablaze.
Her lips, a sinful shade of deepest night,
To taste the poison from her tempting kiss,
A venomous allure, a dark delight,
Her pale milky skin, passion’s subtle bliss.
In corset tight, she holds her lustful spell,
To love her is to court the fire of hell.
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