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.