Poetry ~ Witch of the Woods

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My dark poetry series continues with a poem I first published on my Tales of Darkness blog. Meet the Witch of the Woods.

Sister,
do you
remember
our walk down
the ancient road? We
broke through the woods
where the river flowed. We
gathered feathers and
rocks and twigs of
all shapes our
baskets
overflowing,
we soon filled our
capes. The others called
out as we ran toward the blaze.
We were sisters and maidens of the
moon’s waxing phase. Those were
the years we danced in our
dreams. Decades gone,
I can still hear
your screams.
The night
they
tore you away
from the witch of
the woods, but a
bond made in
blood forever
endures.


Poetry ~ Night Slayer

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Greetings, friends. My October dark poetry series continues as daylight wanes. Shall we meet the Night Slayer?

There is a time for healing, she whispered.
This is not that time.
This is the time of the fight.
We take our punches and throw a few.
We will rest when the battle is won.
This is why we were granted eternity:
to keep up the dark fight.
Come, night slayer,
we have work to do.
Evil slithers through the land.
We shall slither too.
Now hand me a controller,
you are player two.

Poetry ~ Loathsome Lovers

Greetings and welcome to October!

As the light dims and darkness falls, I’ll be conjuring a constellation of dark poetry for your reading pleasure. My dark poetry series is a smidge spooky, often with a twist, and at times sprinkled with a dash of dark humor. In this dialogue poem we meet the loathsome lovers.

A day in the life…

Crestfallen, her tears obscured
the sound of his dark heart pounding.

“Your wretched tears are salt in
my wound,” he snarled.

“Then I shall weep for
all eternity,” she hissed.


“I’m going back to sleep!” he scowled.
 His coffin slammed shut.

Fuming, she set the coffin ablaze,
mounted her broom and flew off in a rage.

“I shall live to die another day!” he taunted.

Vampires and witches, loathsome lovers,
snarling and hissing throughout eternity
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