Chills From the Quill
The revenant is like a tenebrous red rose
It wilts, it dies, losing its color to the darkness
It almost welcomes the literal and cerebral decomposition
Of its spectral resonance
Departing this mortal coil and venturing unto the veil
Valedictory
The glacial night sky of the lupine month
Opens the door to the crimson heart of winter
A sanguine orb floating across the darkness
Claret colored clouds dancing upon it
The celestial sphere so large in the stratosphere
Calls to the nocturnal animals to carouse in its blushing illumination
I always seem evil when I tell you my plan
I go on ad nauseum explaining who I am
To try to expound or maybe to trick
I give details up but never too quick
I lie, I deceive, I do dastardly deeds
Maybe not giving it away is what I most need
But I brag, and I bluster, and sometimes I gloat
For your weakness, and fear just make me emote
Your running offends me and try as I might
I can’t stop getting off on all of your fright
Some call me a malefactor, some call me a cad
You can cry all you want but I’ll always be bad
But outlaw or miscreant no matter the name
You’re always caught up in my winning game
So my monologue is done, run away if you want
I’m just wicked and cruel, and this I will flaunt
Villain I am and of this I am proud
Especially when you’re screams are always so loud
So goodnight little victims, hold onto your heads
Fore I am the scary thing underneath your little beds
Poem 11/10/2018
I will honestly say that I am usually not big on short stories because I like to get involved within a story and live there for awhile. But that being said, the book Trembling With Fear: Year 1 really changed my mind on this. Everyone of the stories were beautifully written and thoroughly concise in there execution. I got everything I expect from longer books with just many more stories to enjoy!
The book is an amalgamation of stories from the site the Horror Tree of which Trembling With Fear is a branch of. Horror Tree is a great resource for authors, whether they be established or new innovative and ingenious voices, as an outlet for their written material. Find more out about Horror Tree here:
I have borrowed the next information from the intro to the book Trembling With Fear: Year 1 so that you the reader can get an exact idea of what they do:
Trembling With Fear is a branch of Horror Tree which publishes original fiction every Sunday morning. In it, they have a minimum of one short story and three pieces of flash fiction on a weekly basis. They are not a static publication however, and have recently introduced serials as a new feature and no doubt there will be other developments. Please check the Trembling With Fear Submissions page for details on how to submit.
You can find that page here: https://horrortree.com/submissions/
And please pick up the book, it is a real slice of horror entertainment. So many diverse voices and ideas that there is something for everyone in it and you will not be disappointed!
It is available here at Amazon on Kindle or in paperback form with a 5 star rating!:
Into the out of it
Confusion the new norm
Chaos by the sound of it
Disorder my new form
Drowning in the Sea of Tranquility
Hiding on the Dark Side of the Moon
Dropping the hat of gullibility
Judging a book too soon
Burning the midnight oil of anarchy
The devils advocate my new sanity
Bewilderment and disorganization a calamity
Hitting a nail on the head of my vanity
There is a method to my madness
Fell off the rocker years ago
Wouldn’t be caught dead playing with a full deck
Speak of the devil you know.
Poem 10/30/2018
The Feast of Samhain is quickly approaching
The harvest is done and winter encroaches
The nights grow longer, the autumnal equinox is leaving
Fore the winter solstice advances and the farmers are done reaping
The boundary between this world and the next soon will be crossed
Sprites, fairies, and even wee ghosties never get lost
Because we leave them an offering of food and of drink
To leave us alone and be quick as a wink
To go back to their side without giving us dread
So we may stay safe in our warm winter beds.
Poem 10/29/2018
There was a small broken doll named Jane
She had black hair on her head, like a goth mane
On her back a broken fairy wing
With little bat ears to hear the darkness sing
She had a wee fox nose
To smell a beautiful red rose
The black Victorian dress she wears
Goes so pretty with all that black hair
Her one eye is black, the other just a button
She would love to go out, but she was kept as a shut-in
She had one tiny friend
Whom most would not tend
A little corn snake who she named teddy bear
He wound around her fingers and curled in her hair
Never loved, never mattered
Her tiny heart did shatter
But teddy bear did kiss her
He could never ever resist her
So her little heart did mend
And they were friends to the end
Fall is in the air and Halloween approaches
The nights come sooner and the mornings darken
But the crisp air and the falling leaves seduce and harken
The arrival of the autumnal equinox
Ghosts and Spirits are ready to cheer
For the time when the veil is thinnest
Soon will draw near
Witches ready their potions and dust off their brooms
Knowing the witching hour shortly will loom
Over the full moon in the night sky
Bats and crows fly around soaring so high
The wind blows around whistling so loud
The creatures of the night are forming a crowd
Monsters and ghoulies are ready to scare
Hoping the kiddies will come to their lair
Tricks or treats, which ones will they choose
Devilish misdeeds or just simple boo’s
Ready your pumpkins for the time is near
For All Hallows Eve ere long will be here
9/29/18
Horrorverse, Universe
A Place that I like
I might run into Freddy, Jason, or Mike
Halloween is our Christmas
And frights just delight
Love to be scared on a dark stormy night
Gothic or classic, Paranormal or slasher
Monster or Giallo or just a gore splasher
We love all the terror that horror rouses
We even go out to real haunted houses
Movies or art, music or books
Sometimes can get us some real dirty looks
But love it or hate it
We really don’t care
Cause we are really just looking
For our next big scare
9/20/2018
Cryptic circus
Darkness dancing
Visible blood
Twice enchanting
Romance long dead
Loves forgotten
Heart once red, now is rotten
Come & play, come &play
To fight again another day
Nostalgia gone
Memory lost
Came back again
Too much at cost
Eventide no longer dancing
Cosmic blood just advancing
The fault in our stars
Aren’t ours, aren’t ours
But the sanguine ground
To which we are bound
Laughs loudly
At our twilight carnival
Horrormadam 
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