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Holy as sin.Stand still, the trial now begins!
Enjoy the monsters' laughter, divine,
Accusing the weak, those who shine,
Pledging mercy, blood filled sins.

Their eyes are filled with lust,
A gluttony satisfied only by blood,
Your lungs start filling with dust,
Your pure heart wept from the flood.

In the palace of Broken Vows,
Your soul is nothing, your actions false!
Accused for murder, rape and necrophilia,
But you weren't there, you're in the militia.

The virgin whore led by the holy guard,
You protected their sins and now you rot.
Called to arms, you unsheathe your sword,
What will you do now? What have you got?

To kill for your pureness, patheti
When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smile
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.

I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.

Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.
ThinkingThinking and thinking way too much,
Scaring myself into this rut,
Horrified of what it should be,
Hoping not to be scared off me,
Running so far so very scared,
It doesn't make sense no where,
Frightened and heart pounding,
Heard these words so demanding,
Screaming so very deep inside,
I can sit here and merely cry.
Don't Go In The WoodsIf you ever go walking in the woods.
Late at night.
Take my words into consideration.
And beware.

Beware the blood red moon.
For when you see that.
It is when you know..
That the Hessian is on the prowl.

He races through the night.
Hunting for his prey.
His gaze and teeth are razor sharp.
He'll chop off your head..
And steal your heart.

If you seek the bloodthirsty one.
The one known as the Hessian.
Make a turn to the Indian trail.
To the tree of the dead.

But be sure not to come alone.
As he's always looking for more victims.
Climb down carefully to the Hessian's lair.
Can you hear him roaring?

If you can.
Say your prayers.
And don't fo
UntitledPain and sorrow goes tomorrow,
As long as it shows we will know,
Coming near we are choked,
Running near but in the cold,
Never knowing what to do,
Trying hard to keep hope,
Remembering its not me nope,
Feel like hiding over again,
Hoping i can't be found again,
But to be in pain and run away,
Doesn't help me in resembling,
I can't run and help all that hide,
I'm not helpful in that tide.
The ReturnQuite some time has elapsed
The son has returned; he's back

Once a good son, things have changed
Since the years he's gone insane

He's risen from the deepest depths
The gash in his head still prominent

Though he's come back from the dead
He's still a being with touchable flesh

The son thinks back to the time
When his father took his life

His father shall never be forgiven
For the everlasting wound he gave him

Blood stained and battered, the son begins
The search for his father, and demonic revenge.
*Bite*End of day is perilously close
Moon begins to rise
It's bloodshot eye sends ripples of light
On world as it slowly dies.

This the hour Dracula wakes
To prey on mortal man
Air is disturbed, dangerous smell
Get out, run fast if you can.

Black cloak swirls, practiced swoop
Strong arms enfold, deadly embrace
Mesmerized by bloodless eyes
Glorious features, stone cold face.

Time of change is about to begin
Cool fingers caress so gently
Beguiling kisses from vampire lips
victim running on empty.

Hypnotized by long dead eyes
Too feeble to resist
Enfolded by odorous cloak
Vanished into predawn mist.

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15th May2013
*Sea Creatures*Ocean monsters haunt this dream
Fearsome fish with scales that gleam
Humongous lobster, ocean big-shot
Crustacean furious caught in pot.

Octopus with coal black eye
I cannot help stangled cry
Electric eels shock and spark
Heart is thumping in the dark.

Dolphins playful, usually
Grow neon lights so they can see
Where we cower in salty fear
Grit our teeth, dawn is near.

So pleased to see morning light
Could really do without this fright
Countless fathoms, ocean deep
Nightmare destroyed dreamless sleep.

2013 Delice1941
15th May2013
I am the MurdererEleventh hour of the day,
You will learn to fade away,
In the darkness isn't it right?
To be forgot in the night?
Keep on moving what do you see?
Oh are you behind me?
Try to kill me yes i see,
Just a knife is what i need.
To leave now without further to do,
For i will murder you,
Hurt my family kill my friends,
Damage the insides of all that mends,
To be punished damned to hell,
You won't know what i tell.
Take it back now you see,
You decided to hurt me,
Death and pain comes with a toll,
Never wanting it to show,
A murderer now walks the street,
For now it is me.
Executioner.Feel that heart drumming?
Well it's gonna stop one day;
so better get your adrenaline running.
If wise you'll seize no delay:
Because that knife I pulled from my back will take your life away.

Blood still drenches it fresh-
I bet you're anxious to sense how it coheres with your own.
Like a viper she'll maim your flesh,
bury herself into your chest,
and find her way to the marrow of your godforsaken bones.

I see liquid copper gurgle from your throat already;
you can't breathe- I wonder why it's no longer slow and steady?
What was a tongue, now nothing but a incompetent lump of carrion,
but worry not, knave:
Those whose mouths are poisoned by
WerewolfDon't walk with me
I'll walk alone
I don't want you to see
My yelps, my moan

My ears grow wolf-like
I sprout sharp claws
Don't take a hike
Avoid my jaws

I am a legend
I bite and I growl
Here's the end
Here's my howl
El Silencio Como ArmaHuid Lucifer
Lo que vuestro frenesí ha creado
Se pronuncia hoy por sobre tu trono
Huid, ni el infierno bastara por condena
El Seol se hará paraíso frente a mi demencia
Huid a prisa, te observan al descanso,
Mas en tu infortunio, la fatiga,
Dulce hermana, repudia y aborrece
De todos modos, estimada contraparte,
Es una amante que eternamente te cortejará
¿Aullido de la noche?
¿Habrá para vos temor más insoportable?
¿Mi sigilo en el alba?
La muerte resulta un presente
Enviar licántropos tras tus huellas,
Ver tú alzar ante los molinos de vuestra fuga,
Glorificar la tierra, comerciante de tu gloria,
Regateando los muñones de tu dignidad…
No recuerdo manjar más exquisito
Que ahogara mi vista en tan cruel mueca
Bosques, susurradores de mi nombre
Desiertos, clones de mi colmillo favorito
Y el mar, Leviatán, mi buen amigo…
Haz de tu solaz su talar
Bien comprendo
Tu gana bárbara
Entering the Twilight ZoneYour tv turns on by itself.
And it tunes into a show.
But this is a different kind of show.
A show unlike any other.

You're tuning into a show from another dimension.
A dimension not only of sight and sound.
But of mind as well.
A show were anything goes.

A show that comes from a land of shadow.
A land of substance.
Of things and ideas.
Where supernatural activity happens regularly.

Use your imagination to unlock that door.
Which leads you into this dimension.
You are entering it.

Submitted for your approval.
A tv show unlike most.
With many twists and turns.
The name of this show?
The Twilight Zone.
...Angry angry i had become,
If it wasn't for him i would have been shunned,
Thinking of what could have happened here,
Grabbed her by the neck pulled her near,
Slam her down into the concrete,
Then picking her back up to her feet,
Throw her back down once again,
Slamming her skull so deep in,
Pick her back up punch her in the face,
Thrown her aside and kick in her waist,
Trying to kill her i would have tried,
Picked her up and tossed her aside,
I surely would have if i had tried,
But luckily the power was inside,
Attempting to kill and rage is still near,
I would have killed her in front of my peers,
Only then would they see the anger in me,
If only it hadn't been for he.
The MasqueradeThe Masquerade
From "Mask of the Red Death" by Edgar Allen Poe
Contest entry for "a night t a masquerade ball"
'T was the night of the 23rd
The wind was blowing hard
The townsfolk curled up in their beds
Not a living soul went out
The wind swept the dust along the road
The clouds wreathed a pale moon
Far away at the court of Estafal
The nobles gave a masquerade ball
They dressed as creatures that walked the night
Dark costumes, faces painted deathly white
Then came a caller at the gate
The guard tried to warn him, or her,
That he had come too late
As he opened his mouth to speak
The guard choked on his breath
The caller strode silently through the door
Leaving the guard to his fate
He headed for the ball room
He found it within an hour
Then he stalked the dancing guests
Each one met his or her death
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R'lyeh

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Ancient R'lyeh rose to the top,
A city where Euclidian geometries stop.
A curve a, a loop, a swirly doo,
They twist and turn and corkscrew.
The star-spawn caper and chortle with glee
As the stars 'are right' at apogee
Father Dagon plays on his flute,
Retaining sanity; the point is moot.
Old Yog-Sothoth is bored and wasting time,
As feelers emerge from dimension one-seventy-nine.
The race of Yith is studying you,
All your knowledge they wish to accrue.
Far more pleasant than a deep one breeding pool.
The Fungi of Yuggoth are from afar
They'd like to borrow your brain in a jar.
The Elder Things shuffle along,
While Shoggoths whistle to their song.
And Pickman paints ghoulish throngs
Brown Jenkins twitters with glee,
Can you pay old Keziah's fee?
Hurry now, Kadath awaits,
What shall become of your fate?
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Silly humans!
...thinking you had a chance.....





(The picture is from the old AD&D Deities & Demigods gaming book I now own. Image copyrighted by TSR 1980. Art by Erol Otus. Used without permission.)
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Mood: Sociable =markusglanzer Jul 31, 2012  Professional General Artist
Hmm, being lost in whitespace would be a nice fate, but i guess being eaten by a shoggoth or being carried away by a dimensional shambler will do
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~Mindslave24-7 Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, the Mi-go do offer travel rates to Pluto.....
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=markusglanzer Jul 31, 2012  Professional General Artist
This truly would be a discount airline. But I'd enjoy having at least on arm while going insane.
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~Mindslave24-7 Jul 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
...and they don't even offer you in-flight peanuts! :shakefist:
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*chaosfive55 Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconcancerplz: Gnarly!!!
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~Mindslave24-7 Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconcthulhuplz: :iconsaysplz: I'm Cthulhu, and I approve this message.
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*chaosfive55 Jul 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Fthagn!!!:w00t:
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~Mindslave24-7 Jul 26, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconsquidplz: daddy C like!
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*chaosfive55 Jul 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:iconcancerplz: Us hybrids like it too!
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~Mindslave24-7 Jul 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Well, that's because hybrids get better milage....
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