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.
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.
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.