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.

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.

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.

Scary October 28

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 a Halloween Etheree.

Photo from Pixabay

Come

Hither

She gently

Said, beguiling.

He was drawn right in

She got under his skin

Kiss me she lustily said

He could not resist her at all

So she hungrily bit off his head.

Which became pumpkin a lesson to all.

Photo from Pixabay

Scary October 27

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 about a Succubus.

Image from Deviantart

See me now, here I stand.

I am a vision at your command.

I am the stuff of your night

I am your passion and your fight

I am the beauty that you need,

Green of eye and sweet breasts from which you feed.

Red of hair, red lips so lush

Mine is the body that in dreams you crush.

I am beauty, I am bold I am the body you long to hold.

I can take you up higher than the clouds.

I can take you away from the crowds.

I come to you while you sleep

I am the one you long to keep.

You take of me every night, you drink of me all my parts every inch of me you devour.

I arouse you through your sleeping hours.

When you awake you are alone.

I can hear you gasp, I hear you groan.

If you only give your all to me I can set you free.

Open up your soul to me I shall take it , take it all I shall suck it dry

Then into the the night I shall bear you high.

Yes give of your soul to me

I shall never set you free,

But every nerve in you will burn,

You could of escaped but you did not learn.

Ecstasy will bring you an eternal high

I shall ride you til you die .

Image from Pixabay

Scary October 26

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 poems are about an Autumn walk, one in the morning one at night.

Autumn Morning.

Cold, frosty morning

There is something in the air

I cannot see it but I know it’s there.

Dead leaves crunch under foot

There is no one else around

Something’s in the bushes making a strange sound.

Oh! It’s just a bird it gave me a fright.

Away it goes on its morning flight.

————

Autumn Nights

Cold and damp and dark

Things are moving making the dogs bark.

There’s noises all around me

Something touches my neck something I can’t see.

Bodies in the graveyard are restless to be free.

I feel like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels

Bad things are moving about

Scary is how it feels.

———-

The night picture is from Pixabay

Morning picture is mine.

Scary October 25

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 about a Halloween Dream.

Image from Pixabay

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so.

Is there an end in sight

Will I escape this tunnel and find the light.

I leave the path and cross the fields

The corn is high in the wind it sways and wields.

Dare I run dare I move.

Is there a balm, my soul to sooth.

Crouching in the long grass by a stream

I pray and pray I shall wake one day from this dream.

Once again I hear the approach

Off the dark soul who on my soul does encroach.

Too late I run I feel his hot breath at my back.

Into the corn I to hide but speed I lack.

His nails scratching at me, my legs like led

Will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too fast .

I fall hard and dash my knee

Too late too late he is upon me.

Fear is closing up my throat

He has me now I can see his eyes gloat.

Just when I can take no more

I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.

I awake and all is quiet

Immediately feel the need for flight.

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so…..

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