Master of The Dark ~Blissful Death?

Out of the night that covers him with bloodied brow and wrath

He comes calling for a maiden fair

walking ground - sniffing air

Looms the terror in the night

He’s the master of the dark

beckoning you...his deadly fare

Cravings demanding

meat of heart - crackling of bone

he is darkness - he is sin

breathing nothing but hate

 

Hollow of heart

disguise painted on his evil face

He feeds on the darkness of someone’s soul

 

The moon rises like blistered ink

dust sizzling...as he steps from the grave

beware where you wander into the night

in your darkened bliss

no one’s there to hear your appeal

if you go walking late at night

 

Hush little baby…

listen to my voice - listen carefully

don’t walk…

Run...

Because here he comes ~ 

    

He walks through the cold and dreary, darkened night

carrying his curved, silver, bloody sickle in his evil, crooked hand

Beware all who wander about

this reaper will be your biggest foe, your biggest fright

He loves to hear you scream

You'll hear the sizzle of your flesh

                            peeling your hide, draining your blood, taking your life  

                                              as he slashes through your skin

                               with his sharp, curved sickle and red, hot knife
 

            His blood red smile

makes skin crawl and weep from outside to within

as he eagerly mixes your blood with rich, purple mulberry wine

His powers reach far beyond sun, moon and stars

all across the world he travels

savagely stalking and hunting in the night

No matter where you are…

he’ll find you in the dark, slicing with his knife 

 

Be warned thou who seek refuge from the grim, reaper man

his ancient terrors fill the dark, eerie nights

Don’t go wandering alone; he’ll catch you if he can

here, now and everywhere, riding upon the winds of time

Blackened and red flamed powers he easily possesses at hand

 

It’s through your blood he feeds his evil, dark mind

He’ll take down any woman, child or man

when he goes out stalking, walking

throughout the cold, eerie night

 

An evil, dark phantom of death, this reaper man

feeding his breath

seeking the path of his darkened sins

He’ll feed on another lost soul, till there’s no one left

 

This demon of the night will scourge the earth

searching just for you

You can’t run, you can’t hide, and nothing can change your fate

                                to keep you safe from his hungry hands

once he opens his hell-fired gate

 

He knows all the angles, he holds all the keys

as he hunts through the night in this world once again

Beware, I warn...

for it’s YOU, that he sees

as he goes walking, stalking

                              throughout the cold, dark, eerie October night
 

An evil, dark phantom of death, this reaper man

feeding his breath

seeking the path of his darkened sins

He’ll feed on another lost soul, till there’s no one left

 

This demon of the night will scourge the earth

searching just for you

    You can’t run, you can’t hide nothing can change your fate                                 to keep you safe from his hungry hands

once he opens his hell-fired gate

 

He knows all the angles, he holds all the keys

as he hunts through the night in this world once again

Beware, I warn...

for it’s YOU, that he sees

as he goes walking, stalking

                              throughout the cold dark, eerie October night

 

        

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LadeeAnne

Anne Patricia Murray C@2011

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Author's Note

Just a little scary poem

Reviews

[VelvetRosetta]

Love these types of writings you capture the essence of darkness well.