In slumbers hour

They come for me in slumbers hour
Pulling me from sleep.
Haunting shadows, darkness towers
stronger as I weep.

Pulling me from sleep they say
bow now for the King
Our master, calls to you this day
and so the darkness sings.

Haunting shadows dancing fierce
pull me from my bed,
chaos spilling in endless tears
bare without a thread

Stronger as I weep dark shadows
shedding from my skin
demons scratching, dark eyes glow
when touching on my sin.

The devils kiss upon my nape
awakening lost thoughts
my soul today they wish to take
the pure blood they’ve sought

The devil’s kiss upon my nape
Now to be his queen
his Kingdom I will surely take
for this is just a dream.

Karen Hayward ©2018

When lingers the hint of bad dreams on the minds tongue. 

Sleep evades me as twilight calls to me deep within my dreams. The ancient whisper of darkness taunts me from inside the shadows It’s cold fingers clawing at my skin, vivid imagery seeping g into lucidity. A starless sky the dark side of the moon searches for new souls to capture, a feast upon which deaths rapture. Sleep has become but a distant echo in the void of today’s existence. Some days my insomnia is so very insistent. 
Karen Hayward*©2017

Whispers from within the shadows.

chaos

Dear shadow whisperer, in deaths ungodly hour.
Go hither yon this soul you cannot devour.
Come search the recess of my mind so fair
for I have dwelled at the devils lair.
I do not quake in damsel fear
when the dark essence of despair comes near.
I have danced in the caves of hell
(where even the strongest Angels fell)
to the inconsolable rhythm of survival,
Oh dark Lord, you are no rival.
I have sold all my wares,
In deprivation of my cares
an Ice Queens heart,
I’ve played that part.
Shadow whisperer take heed and walk away,
I am no longer yours so do not delay.
You cannot corrupt shadows of the broken
When through it all souls long awoken.
Shadow whisperer hear me as I call unto you,
darkness resides within is true but I have stopped
worshiping the darkness that is you.

Karen Hayward* ©2017

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The darkness it cocoons me. 

Early to bed, early to rise in the darkness of an infinate sky. Silence accompanies me from the shadows engulfed in the echos of lonesome foot steps, intrepid indignation of the souless tip toeing through dreams collecting their jar of essence. The empty echo of existence cocoons me in comfort, alone as the universe continues ticking by my reflection is lost in the mottled skies.  The blind become the seers as the seers fall blind, the conscience offers tickets to a map of my mind, front page refusal for the story they would find. And so the night becomes recluse and i fall from the stars shadow fingers  claw my skin opening old scars. And darkness it becomes me seeping through the pores, begging that I dance with it, just once more. 
Karen Hayward ©2017

I hear the shadows of a past. 


I sometimes
catch
the not so distant
sound of footsteps
lurking in past
shadows
walking
behind us.
Do you hear
mine? Bleeding,
tar like energy
through the
Open vines of our
existence.
Then the sun rises
and our past
shadows creep
Into our future selfs
Vivid darkness
contrasting light
I sometimes hear
the footsteps
of your shadowed
past creeping
Longside my
demons and I
wonder are they too
tied by the echos
of ancient maps.

Karen Hayward ©2017
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