Poetry Competition Ends 26th October 2024 5:35pm
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Spooky Event
Poetry Contest Description
You are the host of a dinner party for all the witches, goblins and goolies etc.
If creepy crawlies are what you desire
Let this competition inspire.
Let them bite and have a ball.
Let them have all the gore galore
You are here to serve up a dish
Give them a body part if you wish
They will only come out to play
If you make it succulent in it’s display
All Hollow’s Eve is the day of the event
Spare no expense, it will be a dime well spent
And if you cannot come up with a theme
Be prepared to be the one to scream
Time For Supper
Cutting your flesh, making you wish for death
Pulverize you into a bloody pulp, slicing deep your fucking throat
Hacking you through, spewing pancreatic juice
Swirling misery, you're death, my victory
Bludgeoned, shrieking
You will suffer!
Razors slice through your skin
Eyeballs pierced with large pins
Grinding through the bone
Wishing that you were safe at home
Lungs filling with blood
Fall off the table, creating a loud thud
Slaughtered alive
Somebody hear me, I wanna die
Witness your legs hacked off for barbecue
Some of your giblets will be placed in a stew
Pieces of you placed in the freezer
Your body in shock, your having a seizure
Maggots will dine on your open wounds
Your remains will be stuffed inside a hollow tomb
Pulverize you into a bloody pulp, slicing deep your fucking throat
Hacking you through, spewing pancreatic juice
Swirling misery, you're death, my victory
Bludgeoned, shrieking
You will suffer!
Razors slice through your skin
Eyeballs pierced with large pins
Grinding through the bone
Wishing that you were safe at home
Lungs filling with blood
Fall off the table, creating a loud thud
Slaughtered alive
Somebody hear me, I wanna die
Witness your legs hacked off for barbecue
Some of your giblets will be placed in a stew
Pieces of you placed in the freezer
Your body in shock, your having a seizure
Maggots will dine on your open wounds
Your remains will be stuffed inside a hollow tomb
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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"Patron of Shadows"
By midnight’s veil, where time is slain
Ancient halls resound with pain
A feast prepared for darkened kin
Where flesh and soul intertwine in sin
The table long, a serpent’s spine
With blood-red wine, the grapes divine
A secret flame, unseen by eyes
Burns bright beneath the moonless skies
The guests arrive, their forms obscure
From realms where no light may endure
The angels fallen, gods unmade
With lips of dust, in silence laid
The bread they break is old as Time
A symbol veiled in shattered rhyme
And in the marrowed bones they see
The cosmic veil’s obscurity
Beneath their gaze, the truth unwinds
Unwritten words of darker minds
The gnosis deep, the hollow creed,
Is fed upon in cryptic need
They speak in tongues of endless night
Inverted stars, forgotten light
And with each taste, the veil grows thin
The outer void, the world within
At dawn’s first breath, they fade away
To realms where only shadows pray
And leave behind the silent feast
Where matter dies, and souls are least
By midnight’s veil, where time is slain
Ancient halls resound with pain
A feast prepared for darkened kin
Where flesh and soul intertwine in sin
The table long, a serpent’s spine
With blood-red wine, the grapes divine
A secret flame, unseen by eyes
Burns bright beneath the moonless skies
The guests arrive, their forms obscure
From realms where no light may endure
The angels fallen, gods unmade
With lips of dust, in silence laid
The bread they break is old as Time
A symbol veiled in shattered rhyme
And in the marrowed bones they see
The cosmic veil’s obscurity
Beneath their gaze, the truth unwinds
Unwritten words of darker minds
The gnosis deep, the hollow creed,
Is fed upon in cryptic need
They speak in tongues of endless night
Inverted stars, forgotten light
And with each taste, the veil grows thin
The outer void, the world within
At dawn’s first breath, they fade away
To realms where only shadows pray
And leave behind the silent feast
Where matter dies, and souls are least
The Salem eleven
‘Round the table
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine on spine
And leathered root
The devil’s crude parlay
Be still— the chill
Of judgement, nil
We’re serving up filet!
The plates are set
The candles lit
The witches join their hands
From east to south
They wail by mouth
to fortify their clan
Hail to the wisdom
Of the Salem eleven
From the Tower of Babel
never reaching the heavens
We call to the welkin
To bless us this feast
To fetter our souls
To the mark of the beast
Hear us and clear us
Of mortal desires
Eternal impatience
Enchanting our fires
Invoking the tenor
Writ of this page
Incantations delivered
From the most valiant of sage
Dressed in sable
Their chants are drawing nigh
To settle in
Affixed in sin
As the moon is tethered high
To shave the page
of the wicked mage
A curse within a quip
The eye of newt
In our solute
No more than just a snip
Fox entrails
with cleaver flails
Chopping up the flesh
A drip of rum
Through a monkey’s thumb
Oozing through the mesh
Shall not dilute
The owl’s hoot
Singing in the broth
De-shelled snails
And merman wails
And a flea from a bitten sloth
To dine on spine
And leathered root
The devil’s crude parlay
Be still— the chill
Of judgement, nil
We’re serving up filet!
The plates are set
The candles lit
The witches join their hands
From east to south
They wail by mouth
to fortify their clan
Hail to the wisdom
Of the Salem eleven
From the Tower of Babel
never reaching the heavens
We call to the welkin
To bless us this feast
To fetter our souls
To the mark of the beast
Hear us and clear us
Of mortal desires
Eternal impatience
Enchanting our fires
Invoking the tenor
Writ of this page
Incantations delivered
From the most valiant of sage
Written by Everavalon
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Feast O’ demons
Blood sucking humans, we are all
Down to hell’s darkest we should fall
All our days are hollowed we ween
Killing in the name of love and of deen
Angles have left us to sing and pray
To the one who’s game we think we play
Beheading dreams of those we slay
Men, women, children of yesterday
Teeth digging deep in innocent hearts
Drinking blood as souls we rip apart
Night or day in darkness all the same
Standard bearing righteousness we think we claim
We don’t deserve to live happily ever after
Open those gates let in those demons of the hereafter
Let them feast on our rotten stinking souls
Drink blood out of our dripping veins and holes
This world was not meant for us to copulate
The first sin man had already demonstrate
So feast O’ demons O’ feast
So man will not have to re-procreate
Written by Samnash
(Sam Nash)
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The old ones feed
Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.
Written by RyanBlackborough
(Surprise guest)
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The Banquet Of Dread
The night is thick with whispered breath,
As I prepare this feast of death.
Witches slink from shadows deep,
Goblins crawl while mortals sleep.
The door creaks wide, they shuffle in,
With toothy grins and rotting skin.
I greet them all with eyes alight
Tonight, we dine in endless night.
The table’s draped in crimson thread,
A severed head, the centerpiece spread.
Ribs splayed open, hearts still beat,
Their hollow eyes, my gift of meat.
A stench of fear hangs in the air,
Fingers twitching, caught mid-prayer.
I carve a limb, slow and thick,
The blood runs dark, the scent—so sick.
"Indulge yourselves," I softly hiss,
"No soul tonight shall leave amiss."
The ghouls dig in with claws of bone,
The witches feast with guttural groan.
The walls are draped in shadow's grime,
As time dissolves—no longer time.
They scream, they writhe, they gnash and bite,
Feeding deep into the night.
The moon looks on with hollow face,
As I serve the final trace—
A soul, still warm, writhing in flame,
A whispered voice that knows it's name.
The feast is done, the night complete,
No heart remains, no pulse, no beat.
All Hallows’ Eve fades to black,
But they’ll be back. Oh, they’ll be back.
As I prepare this feast of death.
Witches slink from shadows deep,
Goblins crawl while mortals sleep.
The door creaks wide, they shuffle in,
With toothy grins and rotting skin.
I greet them all with eyes alight
Tonight, we dine in endless night.
The table’s draped in crimson thread,
A severed head, the centerpiece spread.
Ribs splayed open, hearts still beat,
Their hollow eyes, my gift of meat.
A stench of fear hangs in the air,
Fingers twitching, caught mid-prayer.
I carve a limb, slow and thick,
The blood runs dark, the scent—so sick.
"Indulge yourselves," I softly hiss,
"No soul tonight shall leave amiss."
The ghouls dig in with claws of bone,
The witches feast with guttural groan.
The walls are draped in shadow's grime,
As time dissolves—no longer time.
They scream, they writhe, they gnash and bite,
Feeding deep into the night.
The moon looks on with hollow face,
As I serve the final trace—
A soul, still warm, writhing in flame,
A whispered voice that knows it's name.
The feast is done, the night complete,
No heart remains, no pulse, no beat.
All Hallows’ Eve fades to black,
But they’ll be back. Oh, they’ll be back.
Written by Shilohverse
(Shiloh Mello)
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