At Sorrows End

A Halloween treated written via the Muse provided by my Dark Story Series Compilation Book, titled, When Nightmares Rule & Other Riveting Tales Of Death, Life, & Religion ...

At Sorrow's End

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2019 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

O' where to begin with my quill dipped-n-ready to pen,

words telling a tale sure to make even the dead to wail,

in banshee's screeching lament of a life lived and lost,

snuffed from the land of the living in pleasure's giving,

of ecstasy to one manically murderously inanely insane,

set to course of purposed extraction of pure satisfaction,

inflicting pain and suffering upon others as his druthers,

torturing victims for their worth in smile's sadistic mirth,

they knew him by name ever clueless to his deadly game,

foolish enough to invite him over to soon push up clover,

thinking him a loyal friend to stand by them to the end,

but he shan't disappoint them in doling out deaths grim,

going out of his way to hear them shriek in utter dismay,

snipping-n-cutting does him good that soon brings wood,

pleasure enjoyed in measure of all the pain to be gained,

cry all they may or might there shall be no mercy respite,

until pieces hacked and duly rendered totally dismembered,

sadly making a trip outside to find a friend a place to reside,

for good friends are hard to find if one is of the killing kind,

and serial killers tend to run out of friends to make amends,

as each is a project of intuition soon brought to fruition,

in studied stalking of today's select prey come what may,

as defenses are lowered in befriending done to that one,

to soon learn too late what friendship is and what it ain't,

murdered, bagged-n-buried, beneath gnarled willow tree,

he'll shed a flood of tears drowned in bottles of cold beer,

in knowing his time, too, is coming for there is no running,

from that execution date ecstasy has chosen as a final fate,

one looking meekly mild for “fetishes are addictions run wild,¹”

living to kill and killing to live without any apologies to forgive,

he is who he is and was who he was and killing gave him a buzz,

as he waits for the end to come at last “for all things must pass ...²”

There will be no grave 'neath Weeping Willows at sorrow's end,

no there will be no weeping willows at my life's end my friend ...

(Written June 24^th, 2019)

1Addictions Are Fetishes Run Wild �" quoted from the When Nightmares Rule & Death Prevails dark story, Animal Justice, by Flynn de Graham at: https://allpoetry.com/story/16043024-Animal-Justice-by-Flynn-de-Graham-adult

2All Things Must Pass �" Title cut for the George Harrison album, All Things Must Pass: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPTHem2iu0A

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is scary...inside the mind of a serial killer who continues to kill knowing his end will be harsh, but he does not care....he enjoys what he does...cold and calculating.
Your choices of topics are somewhat risky...but that makes you a poet's poet...you go for broke with guts.
j.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Jacob,

Thanks for stopping by, as that time doth draw ever nigh, that time of night, When Nightmares Rule ...

I was meticulously researching and writing about Serial Killers many years ('bout near to 20) before such vicious creatures came to be popularized on TV as near to be damn heroes ... Which they ain't and which I do not of never of ever paint them as in my Dark Tales which have served as inspirations Muse for this Dark Poem, and so very many others ... Risky ... Would Stephen King be Stephen King if he did not dare to be Risky? ... Yet, no one questions his writing for writhing within the pleasures of savoring his Dark Dishes of near to always Dark Novels ... I write what is out there, what true and factual of Humanity's current sad state of affairs reality ... I do hope that it changes, 'cause, if it don't won't be no Humanity no where ...

And to close in reverent thanks and appreciation of your always kind visit, If you dare to savor a tad more of a Dark Poetry's bit more (You may, you might, you could find yourself fleeing in fright, but who really knows until that time of night When Nightmares Rule?) then, if you should happen to wander across my other (actually better Dark Poetry) Dark pages of Morbid Poetry posted here on WC as dismembered tidbits of bloody & rancid Halloween treats, you may truly enjoy as such appetizing and savory dead maggot riving delectable retching in the stench as graver digger's dishes as truly are these fine examples rotting flesh's cuisine : From Within A Mist Of Dreams, When Nightmares Rule, That Sound Of Utter Ecstasy, Peering Out My Worm Worn Eyes, & Wandering Wisps Of Wafting Flames … I double dare ya, but do promise that each one will scare ya, as each and all of every one (including this piece just above) was written directly via the Muse's inspiration of my Dark Story Collection book, titled When Nightmares Rule & Death Prevails — & Other Riveting Tales of Death, Life, & Religion …

Marve

[Chris Shaw]

A chilling write Marve. Gripping to read. That beautiful willow tree in your posted image hiding such grisly secrets below her tresses. Mind boggling understanding that serial killers get such a kick out of what they do. A heart packed in ice. Great read. All the best.

Chris

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thank you, so very much, Chris, for daring to read this Dark piece of Poetry that I have chosen to share as a Halloween treat for all those who dare to celebrate such a dark day's night, indeed ... If you dare to savor a tad more of a Dark Poetry's bit more (You may, you might, you could find yourself fleeing in fright, but who really knows until that time of night When Nightmares Rule?) then, if you should happen to wander across my other (actually better Dark Poetry) Dark pages of Morbid Poetry posted here on WC as dismembered tidbits of bloody & rancid Halloween treats, you may truly enjoy such savory dead maggot riving delectable dishes as these: From Within A Mist Of Dreams, When Nightmares Rule, That Sound Of Utter Ecstasy, Peering Out My Worm Worn Eyes, & Wandering Wisps Of Wafting Flames … I double dare ya, but do promise that each one will scare ya, as each and all of every one (including this piece just above) was written directly via the Muse's inspiration of my Dark Story Collection book, titled When Nightmares Rule & Death Prevails — & Other Riveting Tales of Death, Life, & Religion …

Marve

[Chris Shaw]

Lots more in store then:) Did you know I’m a spider? Well just for the Halloween party :) Have a great weekend Marve.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Chris, strange as it may sound, Spiders are attracted to me in all honestly of real life ... Somehow of some way winding up in my hair and on my head, and I do wear the near deadly vestiges upon my forehead of one particular Spider bite that near ended me, except, I was a mite tougher than that Spider thought I might, just be ... Real life here, and not fiction: My face & forehead all swollen up and looking like a missing link's transformation from ape to man that had failed to complete the process in due time of surviving alive ... But I did survive ... As for the Spider? ... I let her go ... Never liked getting kissed on the forehead, anyway ... LOL! ... As for in store? ... All aforementioned pieces are current post right here on good ole WritersCafe ... Each one written quite a number of many years ago ...

Thanks again!

Marve

[Chris Shaw]

Will have to crawl into your archives and take a look :)

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Chris,
should you find yourself, dear lady, to be insatiably and eagerly interested, I have provided the links to these other druthers Dark Poems in my post, Are You Ready For Halloween, and provided the post in order that potential prey as readers would not be forced to prowl through the dusty dark, spiderweb laden, annal's closet of my archives ... LOL! ...

https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/mtcflynndegraham/2866179/

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Marve:)

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Try this one on for Halloween-ish size: That Sound Of Utter Ecstasy: That Sound Of Utter Ecstasy: https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/FlynndeGraham/2842982/