Halloween Week: Darkling Poems

Today we wax poetic, shaded in black…

First up a terrifying trio of my poems:

Shadow Vows

I walk in deathly footsteps,

through the cold, long halls

A ring of gold, upon my finger,

and secrets upon my heart

I can hear her whisper,

Turn your eyes away

Eclipsing wisps of grey

haunt those empty corridors

A veil of white, follows me

and my strangling ring of gold

I can hear her whisper,

Turn your eyes away

Darkness harrows my nights

echoing down barren hallways

Tainted vows consume me

sealed with my wicked ring of gold

I can hear her whisper,

Turn your eyes away

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

Into the Arms of Death

Sing that softest lullaby,

those strains of mourning dirge

that fare thee well goodbye

Sing that softest lullaby

Saddened notes, a broken sigh

and gentle tears you purge

Sing that softest lullaby,

those strains of mourning dirge

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

A Night in the Cemetery

A quiet evening and a soft wind, where the wisps of dried leaves and dust waft gently. A full moon cracks the darkness that settled like soot on cobblestones. The graveyard silence drapes in beauty and gloom…

Cold, pallid—lost soul

waxen moonlight flickers across

bones rising from graves

From Colours of Poetry

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

And here are some macabre selections from my guest poet, the talented Sean Theall.

"Whispers from Below"

Please my dear, you mustn’t scream.

You must lie still to conserve air...

stay calm. Don't let the darkness

envelope you, befriend shadows

and twilight sounds. It's how

the other half lives deep within

the ground.

If you can relax and hold your

breath keeping the nerves at

bay and overcoming death.

Talking back to an owls call

for company. Your heart thumping

and pumping in time. The container’s

walls that you are encased in are

closing in. Slowly losing your grip

on reality and losing your mind.

Hearing muffled speech through

the slats of wood. Listening very

close to get some clue on how

to possibly escape, and bring

back the color in your face

before it's too late.

Please be a good little

victim close your eyes

and breathe out a quiet

exhale, let the serum take

effect and let your dreams

carry you to hell.

Sean C. Theall © 2015

"Babies Breath"

Jack and Lily are not two

of kind but are connected

by love and family and

of one mind.

These little ones are

inseparable. Their fate

locked within a dream

Terrible, insane. running

around for a day of play.

Chasing each other through

their home. Making their

way to the bathroom,

standing by the sink

playing in the water.

I watch from a distance.

quickly glancing into the

mirror, a sticker with the

word "scream" appears.

in the blink of an eye,

an ear piercing shriek

comes from the bathroom.

Dashing in, the next sight

is a full bathtub with tikes

wrapped up in a shower

curtain.

Early lives dashed

innocent mistake,

stealing babies breath.

Innocent looks preserved

exhaling to the final act,

and the final act is... death.

© Sean C. Theall 2012

"Please Tale Spinner"

I have a request my dear.

Tell me something beautiful

and shocking as I get comfortable

anxiously waiting to hear.

Work your magic with the

typewriter or computer

keys. I am really picky but

I am confident you have

the skills to please.

How will you construct

my newest nightmare?

Hold my hand, please

cher, as I slowly slip

away...

Please go let me go

If I must; ok but let

my spirit stay.

To comfort and encourage

you to slash and hack through

the story. I do have a question,

"Do I want my body back?"

I do enjoy the quiet fireside

chats we have discussing story

and poetry structures, and our

characters' fates. Finish your yarn

before the midnight chime

rings. Before it's too late.

You are one of the best at

what you do. You have all

that you need. A nightmare

mind, paper, imagination

and the willingness to

bleed.

Sean C. Theall © 2015

And so ends today's Halloween fun.
Tomorrow I have a spotlight for the book, Everlasting: Da Eb'Bulastin

And remember, for a Halloween treat, both books in my Killers and Demons series

are free until midnight October 31^st on Smashwords. 

Check them out here:

Killers and Demons

Killers and Demons II: They Return