Category: dark poetry

If the horseman comes a begging…

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If tomorrow never happens, 

if the sun forgets to come. 

If darkness reigns the earth,

will you know what you have done?

If coldness sweeps the land, 

and seas swell above a line. 

If the horseman comes a begging, 

will you know how you did shine?

If man stands divided, 

flames of devils lore, 

do you know what side you’ll fall on

and are you really all that sure? 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

 

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The great gargoyle.

Collaboration piece.

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Ancient whisper, guardian protection,

great wings descend as shadows dance from sight.

Past whispers scrawled upon these walls of history

eternal print of crystallized desire

that hollows in the twilight hour

as my skin yearns once again for your touch.

Selene sings a delicate lullaby

of our passion

upon silver cascades of beauty

that spill upon the earth searching

for the tenderness of your lips.

Helios roars fierce

lust into the ethereal

fueling primal source of need within.

Flames caressing my souls silhouette

as warmth dances through me.

Alas, the great gargoyle prepares

to swallow as darkness swarms from

between the crumbling walls, decaying

falsities, rotting flesh. The underworld

growls searching for the light…

and I am weak and alone in this fight.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Words)

Image courtesy of the wonderful Katherine Hornby 🙂

 

Dark Angel 

Dark angel, wings that fiercely beat about the essence of my core.Plunge me into darkness, have me begging for more. Burn the light inside my soul let darkness be my beacon. Let darkness be my beacon. 
KH ©2016

Flakes.

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Decaying memories etched into forbidden steps,

essence of sorrow seeping from torn wall coverings.

Flakes of death, drawn in through every breath.

Oh, but for the doom of glory stands here a man with a million stories.

Beelzebub whispers a melody of forgotten hues,

iridescent magnitude a walk within his shoes.

Black mist snakes the war torn ground,

but for the treason his honor has found.

Cackles of ancient lips of the night,

whispers,

screams,

squeals of sheer delight,

they come for you,

they come for your soul.

They’ve run their poisoned tongues along

the essence at your core

have feast upon your blood,

a chemical infusion of darkness,

an obsession,

they need more.

Poor ensanguined soul your spillage misses

the holy grail cup and hits instead upon the piss stained floor.

Hush!

Hear now the thudding of an ogres feet as he traipses

the dark and gloomy hallways of eternity,

singing the soft lullaby of torture.

Do you hear him? In the dead of night

deep within the shadows his howl

penetrates the dark…

he is coming for his uncollected soul.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016 (image and words)

The secrets of you from the depths of the abyss.

Let the darkness swarm let it snake across my naked skin in the morning light as gold dust spills across the contour of my hip. Let the darkness reign. Let it seep through into my heart and blacken my  beats as the abyss calls to me.I’ll dance bare foot with the devil himself to feel you against my skin and breathe in the scent of your soul. Hell’s flames have nothing on my fires that burn at the mere thought of your creation. So let him come for my soul as my dying breath becomes the essence of life the very breeze that tickles the cherry blossom petals as they float aimlessly through the skies of tomorrow. Let him take me if having you is the damnation of the universe then hell was always home calling my name on the darkened streets. Let him take me, your soul consumes the atoms of my beating heart as the light of the world becomes my illumination, as the realisation becomes me that every word created in the past of unknown worlds, was created for me and with Grim at my side I will whisper into the universe the secrets of love, the secrets of you.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016