Category Archives: Dark Poetry

SUMMER

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Barefoot in tall grass,

Fat blackberries glistening in the sun,

While blue birds sing and watch from apple trees,

And the ritual sacrifice here and there.

Hey, even gods gotta eat.

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THE MIRROR LASTING

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When I look in the mirror lasting, I see a landscape,

Where death has not walked and sanity leaves no footprint.

Stars cut the mountains and the horizon bleeds.

So shines the mirror lasting,

Through which the dark things feed.

THE END

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I want a perky apocalypse–

No earthquakes or floods;

No zombies.

I don’t like zombies.

I want bikinis and beaches;

Seashells and solitude.

And quiet.

And shadows.

And then the dark.

THINKING OF OCTOBER

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Untitled 0 00 00-01Today I’m listening to January’s whispers

As I bathe in February’s grey

And think of the of chill of October

When the dark things come out to play.

THE LAND OF LONG SHADOWS

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In this land of long shadows and no flowers,
With no hint of yellow or red,
Or even a bit of blue peaking through,
There are dull greys and blacks.

This is me.

I stand on the edge of what was,
And then kneel–
A quiet little martyr,
Among the silent trees.

There are no lies.
No whispers.
No sound.
No end.

THE TWILIGHT SAVIOR

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an old man stands on a bloodless altar,
silver spades gleaming in his eyes.
he parts his hands,
raising his fists to the defeated sun,
as if he, himself, holds the string to heaven,
or can starve the stars from the sky.

yet like wolves–silent, loyal, waiting–
with sunken eyes,
and faces stained from mud and shadows,
we watch him,
making his offering,
giving the sun as his only sacrifice.