Occasionally, I have been known to write some poetry. Of course, it is not just
any kind of poetry, but dark, twisted, horror related type of poetry.
I have placed some of what I consider my better attempts below. If you think you
can rival my mind for sheer dementedness and can write your own horror inspired
poetry, then send it to me. If I agree, I will place it below for the rest of
my visitors to behold in awe. Remember though, it must be related to the horror
genre in some way. Any "gothic suicidal type of mush" will not be considered.
There sites catering for this all over the internet. Here I want something
different from the norm. Something to worry any psychologists reading this out
there. After all, we're constantly reminded how horror films corrupt out our minds,
so lets prove them right.
Evil That Men Do.
We all know that at some time eternal night will come.
A peaceful passing for many.
And a violent end for some.
Some things exsist in that eternal night.
They live and feed upon death.
Soulless beings who are shunned by the light.
We call these things vampires, monsters or perhaps the undead.
Pale, frightning visages who desire blood.
And even their name fills one with dread.
Look closely my friend and it may make you quiver.
If you wish to see a monster, go find a mirror.
For mankind does things that would make a vampire shiver.
Composed by Chardross.
Click here to read how this page is protected by copyright laws.
|
