Poetry competition CLOSED 25th August 2016 4:02am
WINNER
crimsin (Unveiling)
crimsin (Unveiling)
RUNNERS-UP:
Jade-Pandora
and MrBuchanan
All That is Evil
Hell's Rage ! extreme content !
my demons are in straightjackets
demented and insane
in a vicious rage at being caged and restrained
tearing at their binds
with biting and gnashing of teeth
a curdled chorus
smashes against my skull
legion will march
even if it crosses it's own host's flesh
starved, carnivorous eating the rotten meat
oozing from the wounds that still fester
writhing in torment they scream
I hear them making my ears bleed
cum to me in the blackened night
brutalize my soul's cherry
branding me as the Devil's own
Lucifer's concubine not to be crossed
minions chained to me while I walk the Earth
all hell within me spitting venom on the page
doing the bidding of their Master
the Great Dragon of Old
my demons are in straightjackets
demented and insane
in a vicious rage at being caged and restrained
tearing at their binds
with biting and gnashing of teeth
a curdled chorus
smashes against my skull
legion will march
even if it crosses it's own host's flesh
hear me now this woman speaks to you
from her place of torment
drinking from your devil's cup
hissing out demonic code
burning, slashing all in her wake
feel the ground shake beneath you
as she steps into your court
we are one my Dark Lord
cum to me in the blackened night
brutalize my soul's cherry
branding me as the Devil's own
Lucifer's concubine not to be crossed
my demons are in straightjackets
demented and insane
in a vicious rage at being caged and restrained
tearing at their binds
with biting and gnashing of teeth
a curdled chorus
smashes against my skull
legion will march
even if it crosses it's own host's flesh
starved, carnivorous eating the rotten meat
oozing from the wounds that still fester
writhing in torment they scream
I hear them making my ears bleed
cum to me in the blackened night
brutalize my soul's cherry
branding me as the Devil's own
Lucifer's concubine not to be crossed
minions chained to me while I walk the Earth
all hell within me spitting venom on the page
doing the bidding of their Master
the Great Dragon of Old
my demons are in straightjackets
demented and insane
in a vicious rage at being caged and restrained
tearing at their binds
with biting and gnashing of teeth
a curdled chorus
smashes against my skull
legion will march
even if it crosses it's own host's flesh
hear me now this woman speaks to you
from her place of torment
drinking from your devil's cup
hissing out demonic code
burning, slashing all in her wake
feel the ground shake beneath you
as she steps into your court
we are one my Dark Lord
cum to me in the blackened night
brutalize my soul's cherry
branding me as the Devil's own
Lucifer's concubine not to be crossed
SKIN-WALKER:
yee naaldlooshii
(Navaho legend)
The People are close and solitary,
The reason why treaties were hard to keep
With white nation's father & government.
But so it has always been until now,
As The People keep their ways to themselves,
Only outside the Rez, tongues make it known.
The ritual, the coming, and the curse
Of how a human, one of Them, becomes,
Hence forth, stalker, till its full name revealed.
A most evil thing is done of someone,
Taking their life by the same tribal kind
Is what makes a skin-walker live & breathe.
In physical form, a human it seems,
But powerful truths have come into play;
To shape-shift into another creature.
Coyote, or crow, or other such things
With strength & speed even in human form,
After its bones break and reshape into.
How do they know such a being's about?
Rapping & banging, believers will hear
Around & through their hogan home dwellings.
Or witness a shadowy figure near,
Chasing alongside a highway or road
Grinning straight at them with sharp yellow teeth.
And often, it puts a curse on someone,
From baffled victim, a shaman will cure
With time-honored ways that no one else knows.
And if learned who once the skin-walker was,
A shaman will speak aloud its full name
Causing it to become ill and then die.
But I am still here, piercing my victims
With steely eyes peering through their windows,
Planning the next one I give my name to.
yee naaldlooshii
(Navaho legend)
The People are close and solitary,
The reason why treaties were hard to keep
With white nation's father & government.
But so it has always been until now,
As The People keep their ways to themselves,
Only outside the Rez, tongues make it known.
The ritual, the coming, and the curse
Of how a human, one of Them, becomes,
Hence forth, stalker, till its full name revealed.
A most evil thing is done of someone,
Taking their life by the same tribal kind
Is what makes a skin-walker live & breathe.
In physical form, a human it seems,
But powerful truths have come into play;
To shape-shift into another creature.
Coyote, or crow, or other such things
With strength & speed even in human form,
After its bones break and reshape into.
How do they know such a being's about?
Rapping & banging, believers will hear
Around & through their hogan home dwellings.
Or witness a shadowy figure near,
Chasing alongside a highway or road
Grinning straight at them with sharp yellow teeth.
And often, it puts a curse on someone,
From baffled victim, a shaman will cure
With time-honored ways that no one else knows.
And if learned who once the skin-walker was,
A shaman will speak aloud its full name
Causing it to become ill and then die.
But I am still here, piercing my victims
With steely eyes peering through their windows,
Planning the next one I give my name to.
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Congrats my Queen
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