#OctoberFrights Dark Poetry Corner

Welcome to final day of the October Frights Blog Hop!

Today I bring you my annual dark Poetry Corner, and a spotlight on my newly released book, Horror Haiku Pas de Deux. Oh, and a freebie. Enjoy. 

First a poetic teaser...

Second a spotlight...

Horror Haiku Pas de Deux by A. F. Stewart

In the shadows—voices.
Calling, screaming, moaning.
Countless tongues telling tales...
of Hell
of Monsters
and Unnatural Things

Come chase the dark words, fall into the spell of terror and sit with the poetic weaver as you watch the world burn. Horror Haiku Pas de Deux is a volume of poetry mixing horror with haiku and verse to chill your bones.
Poetic beauty lives forever with the undead.

Horror Haiku Pas de Deux is available all October for 99 Cents at

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And now some poems...

He watches, he waits

Do you see him? He sees you.

Soon you will vanish

From Horror Haiku Pas de Deux

© A. F. Stewart

All Rights Reserved

Ever More

Tap, tap, come the raven,

no, it is not him

He flies far above the path

as the light grows ever dim

Flee, flee, into the woods

ignore the raven’s caw

Hear the silent monster march

to the cavern in the maw

Shush, shush, quiet now

the raven circles here

The Faerie Queen calls for you

and all that you hold dear

From Horror Haiku Pas de Deux

© A. F. Stewart

All Rights Reserved

The Sound of Their Breathing

I watch the world inhale, exhale

each fragile breath so slight;

simple to asphyxiate, faces turning pale

I watch the world inhale, exhale

dreaming how to make them quail,

to quiver in fear, to scurry in flight

I watch the world inhale, exhale

each fragile breath so slight

From Horror Haiku and Other Poems

© A. F. Stewart

All Rights Reserved

Play a Tune Nevermore

Eagles fly
from the labyrinth
of darkened halls
chased by ravens
and a mournful dirge.

© A. F. Stewart

All Rights Reserved

And lastly, the freebie... 

You can download my first volume of horror poetry, Horror Haiku and Other Poems from Instafreebie (no strings or conditions).

Horror Haiku and Other Poems

Well that's it for my Dark Poetry Corner and the October Frights Blog Hop. Be sure to enter our great giveaway and visit the other wonderful participants on this last day. Until next year!

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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

October Frights: Dark Poetry Corner

Welcome to the October Frights Blog Hop!

Today, for October Frights, I bring you phantoms and apparitions flitting through cyberspace in verse…

Spectres

Shadows, filmy grey

caught in worlds between

Lost whispers gone astray,

shadows filmy grey

Souls that hoped to stay

now wander sight unseen

Shadows filmy grey

caught in worlds between

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

~*~

From the Corner of your Eye

Movement flickers

in your periphery vision

Movement flickers

as your pace grows ever quicker

from haunting souls of excision

a wrong turn, fateful decision

Movement flickers

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

~*~

Ghosts in the Hall

Waning sunlight glints

through the cracked glass,

a dirty window pane.

Light flickers against

the lengthening shadows

in the empty corridor.

A layer of dust swirls

from an unseen waft of air,

and a faint whisper

murmurs a hello.

From Colours of Poetry

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

~*~

Midnight

Underneath the nocturnal moon

stir ghosts of sanguinary secrets

amidst the edges of sober reality

while an onyx raven takes wing

Voices sing a shadow’s knell,

that melody of blood and grave,

to hail the stygian souls, ascend

while an onyx raven takes wing

Spinning the dusty devil’s dance

above hoary and martyred bones

Rise, oh, rise, you hellion spawn

while an onyx raven takes wing

Come the thunder, crack the earth

in cackles of breath born laughter,

dredge forth those deathless screams

while an onyx raven takes wing

© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved

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