Morrigan.

Morrigan Nightmare of the rebirth of the dead.

Morrigan

Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

In the sky over head weaved her Raven broad of wing and sharp of eye

Black and shiny against a grey unholy sky.

Waters broke about her feet,

Icy cold, but to her sweet.

She is the rebirth of the dead

She is the one on which all darkness is fed.

Slowly as the thunder clashed

She turned to face me and an evil light in her eyes flashed.

Reaching out her hand to me

She gently cooed that she had come to set me free.

Relinquish all of you that is good, give in to me

Relax, release I am here to set you free.

No I screamed I will not bow to you, I am not such easy prey

Here I stand and here I shall stay

Do what ever you have come to do.

Angry now she motioned to her raven down,

He swooped at speed. So fast was he and noisy too.

His warning screech I did not heed

In he came with talons long and beak razor sharp on my face to feed.

That was how I lost my sight,

It was wrenched from me that dark grey night .

Still I was steadfast I stood my ground

Though her raven ripped at me and threw my flesh all around.

I would not give into the dead

I uttered every prayer I had ever said.

Finally in the cold light of dawn

I found myself on the shore lost and forlorn.

Pained and I could see no more.

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Dark and stormy full of dread

On the grey waters black of heart and dress of red.

Sullen feeling filled her soul

As the wind whipped up her dress and let fly her hair black as coal.

Thursday photo prompt: Way-stone #writephoto

This is a late entry for Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto.

Stillness surrounds me and silence.

I am here because of my defiance.

I would not listen, I would not learn

For my faults I was condemned to burn.

Left alone to contemplate my sins

I am kept by the Way Stone at the elders whims.

Chained to the post I cannot not run

Just wait for my end with the last rays of the sun.

One-Liner Wednesday 31/10/18.

This is brought to you care of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

“Villainy wears many masks, none so dangerous as the mask of virtue.”
Ichabod Crane, Sleepy Hollow(1999)

Wordless Wednesday 31/10/18

Scary October 31

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is all about the Spirit of Halloween.

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No, I told you, I am the spirit of halloween.

Look into my eyes tell me what do you see.

You might see you but you won’t see me.

You are under my spell now, you are no longer free.

Medusa? No, I told you I am the spirit of Halloween.

Peachy lips, that may be, but there are spiders and maggots hiding in me.

If I open my mouth what would you see .

Shall I show you now ? Then watch you flee.

Shall I? No, I told you I am the spirit of Halloween.

Are you joining me for trick or treat.

We could eat the children that we meet

I can hypnotize them with my blue, blue eyes.

You can smother their pointless cries.

Did you think I was joking, incapable of being mean?

No, I told you I am the spirit of Halloween.

Look into my eyes

Are you leaving? was it something I said?

My eyes are devouring you slowly, it is ages since I fed!

Oh! Look at you , well you can’t because I have already eaten you head!

I am the the spirit of Halloween

The most beautiful fright you have ever seen.

I am no sprite or fairy Queen

No I told you I am the spirit of Halloween.

Twittering Tales #108 – 30 October 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

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Photo by
Greahawk at Pixabay.

Fade to Grey.

“Five minutes,” Jo said,”don’t move.” That was an hour ago. She hated shopping,felt so uneasy in a crowd.
Around people, just grey blobs to her. She was jostelled. Why had he taken her cane?
A lead was put in her hand.”Let’s start your training.” A new voice said. “Surprise”said Jo
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Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 108, “Afraid & Grave,” #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebroof The Fairy Whisper’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. This week I have chosen another Etheree.

Fear

In the

Cemetery

Deep crawling fear.

The ground freshly dug

From the inside up, out

Something has escaped but what

Fright tingles the spine, draining blood

Petrified at the sight of the hole.

Fear for the fate of your immortal soul.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #225 Strike&Hunger

This is my entry for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

To fight for my life

With raw hunger I will strike

I will not give in.

I strike out at life

Hunger is the only way

*Anna, my friend stay.

* A name for Anorexia.

Scary October 30

Here we are in the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month! Well there is only today and tomorrow left until we hit November. Thank you for taking this Spooky Autumnal, Halloween trip with me.

Today’s poem is about the dangers of being out on Halloween Eve.

Image from Pixabay

On this Autumnal night

Raven basks in unholy moonlight.

Tis All Hallows Eve

There is more hidden than you will ever conceive.

Children’s voices giggle and scream

Evil lurks, silent, waiting and unseen

Witches, Ghosts, Vampires, Zombies and Ghouls,

Are out there in the dark happy that tonight Satan Rules.

Scary October 29

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is all about All Souls Eve.

Rose red snow white

These are the colours of all souls night

Bones being grounded spells being bounded

These are the sounds of all souls night.

Spiders weaving, cauldrons sieving

This is what happens on all souls night

Graves giving up their dead Vampire out to be fed

This is what happens on all souls night.

Witches out dancing, Zombies a prancing

These are the dances for all souls night.

People out screaming nightmares replace dreaming.

These are the symptoms of all souls night.

So beware of rose red lips and snow white skin.

That is where the trouble will begin.

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