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ALL HALLOWS EVE IN HORRORWOOD

HadesRising
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Poetry Contest

Halloween poems based on horror films

Hell-o, my fellow ghosts and ghouls. I'm here to offer up a dreadful competition. I am a Huge fan(thom) of the band Ice Nine Kills. They have an album, and it's upcoming sequel, based on horror movies. Those of you who have not read me I write pretty the same. Since Halloween in around the corner that's what I want from you. Write me poems based on a horror movie. Put your own spin on it and go wild. After all death is just the beginning. I will post my own as we go but they will not be up for the win.

MAKE IT SCARY

MAKE IT GORY

EDIT YOUR WORK

GIVE CREDIT TO THE HORROR FILM

GET TO IT

THE GRAVE AWAITS




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HADES AND THE EVIL DEAD

"We are the things that were and shall be again! Aha hca ha! Spirits of the book! We want what is your; LIFE! Dead by dawn. Dead by dawn!"
 
The woods hold no horrors for me
As the fool moon lights the way
Clearing the fog for me to see
Those that read for us to slay
 
Who dares speak the words?
The Book of the Dead
 
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
 
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
 
A few small syllables brought us
To the forefront of your dreams
You can pray for your dust to dust
We laugh at your nightmare screams
 
Dead by Dawn
Dead by Dawn
SWALLOW YOUR SOUL
MOTHERFUCKER
 
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
 
lightning flashes and thunder rumbles
and the cemetery trembles
 
Klaatu!
Barada!
Nitko!
 
HAHA
HEHE
HOHO
HEEBIE
JEEBIE
 
Kunda ... Estrata ... Montose ... Conda
 
WE'LL SWALLOW YOUR FUCKING SOUL, BITCH- YEAH
 
Someone's in my fruit cellar
Someone with a fresh soul
We've pulled ourselves from the dirt
To drag you below
You thought this was a joke
Mad hysterics gone down
Bound by blood and dead by dawn
Tell me, who's laughing now?
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Camp Arawak

I canít sleep, something has been keeping me awake,
Weird shitís been happening here at summer camp,
First the cook was badly burned with boiling water,
Then a kid was found drowned over by the boat ramp.
Then there are kids being complete dickheads and bullies,
Picking on smaller ones just because they like to tease,
Then there was Kenny, he was a special kind of asshole,
But they found him dead in the crapper stung by bees.
I liked Meg, she was one of the cutest camp counselors,
She dressed pretty fine and I think her family is rich,
But then I saw her picking on sweet little Angela,
Turns out that Megís a real Super Mega bitch.
And yet a couple of nights later Meg was found dead,
Stabbed in the back with a long slit along the spine,
There must be a serious murderer amongst us,
Then again itís 1983, what can I do? Iím only nine.
But wait, thereís more? Close the windows and bar the doors,
Four more kids were found in the woods hacked to death,
This serial killer donít give a fuck about children or adults,
So if you run, run for your life until youíre out of breath.
No, oh no, theyíve killed Mel the head counselor as well?
This is the stuff of nightmares, this camp is a total wreck,
Why are so many people getting slain, wait what the fuck?
They found Mel with an arrow shot right through his neck?
Oh hell no, I need to get out of here itís too fucking weird,
This murdering motherfucker is straight up on a hunt,
He donít give a fuck whether itís a man or boy a woman or girl,
Great!
Now they found Judy dead with a hot curling iron up her cunt.

As I run toward the lake to escape cus Iím feeling this kind of way,
(Scared)
I see Angela and Paul, another boy taking their clothes off,
(Bare)
But then I freeze, I want to yell but my voice wonít give way,
(I swear)
Angela has a knife and that little boy is about to get offed.

But wait, thereísÖ

Paul is frozen mesmerized by Angelaís nude body,
Sheís naughty, sheís not really innocent, it was all a ploy,
Turns out the girl had a peter (ironically her real name was Peter)
Because Angela was the killer, and she was a boy.
By the time the counselors got to the beach,
They found Angela covered in blood and naked,
All the while she hummed a tune under the pale moon
But Angela (or Peter) had already severed Paulís head.
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Channeling the Wishmaster, Hannibal, Lizzie Borden, Candyman

Into the night the howling music of the phantomsí calls   †  
Gore and flesh scattered, smearing your name upon Hellís walls † † † †  
Into the depth of crimsonís fangs sinking for a persecuted mind † † † †  
Puppets without strings I shall midnight wind † † † †  
Once called unto the martyr of souls glutted as my blade I repeatedly ram † † † †  
Tormented pain without salvation as the silence slaughtering of the surrendered lamb † † † †  
Drink of my core to energize for the wishes of my command † † † †  
Twisted meanings bestowed one wish, two wish, three wishes, your life I demand † † † †  
†† † † †  
Hooked and tattered skin bound from arched dome ceilings † † † †  
Lamenting in awards of my stalking and sadistic killings † † † †  
Relishing my skin in bathing rubs with drops of fresh blood † † † †  
Churning the rage of horror, divinity renounced in thy cup, devoid of earthly love † † † †  
The hatchet held high, crossed arms to defend, striking the cold blade up and down † † † †  
Slicing into halves of heads now asunder, screams echoes, no more sound † † † †  
† † † † †
Eyes rolled back teeth gnashing in a trance state † † † †  
Metamorphic to conform, sickening terror you tangle without escape, swarming in the wait † † † †  
My mouth consumes the taste of the bait † † † †  
I am the darkness of bereavement sealing your worsen fate † † † †  
Your cooked flesh in a ritual then ravished on a dinner plate † † † †  
The hunger of the shadows I send damnation to give chase † † † †  
Savoring the flavor of lifeís apocalypse ruin, deviant souls now to grovel, your mind overtaken in demonic purge † † † †  
Obeying the power to exterminate as gloom to hearts and minds, stealing spirits to the tongue, my palate, your human meat my throat submerge † † † †  
Deranged eerie sounds heard as vessels encased in a Hearst, grisly deaths before immortality reigns first † † † †  
†† † † † †
Like a zombie I rule to possess the thoughts unhinged in your head † † † †  
The cradle of deliverance greets as your footsteps to the cliff where the voices has led † † † †  
Jump into my arms the deception catches in nigh † † † †  
Splatted to scattered dimensions in the crash of failed wishes in the fly † † † †  
Allegiance to discern from the third eye † † † †  
† † † † †
Revenge sweeten with whispered whacks † † † †  
Naked footsteps slithering for the salvage attack † † † †  
Ridding the planet of rotten maggot meat as demented terror merge † † † †  
Turning around to feel the first bludgeoning to the belly cries as pain converge † † † †  
Closing eyes, feeling the cruel hammering, listening to the crescendo of begs † † † †  
Scrambled brains like yoked eggs † † † † †
The shrieking resonating like a wounded animal caught in the wild † † † †  
Laughter ringing from the menacing tormentorsí growl † † † †  
A murderous stench emanating from the fowl † † † † †
Hacking into gashed wounds † † † †  
A lifeless body now ready to be mummified, in a tomb ghastly remains tossed † † † †  
Drips of chaos, eyes of compassion lost †
Deliverance in the basilica of evilness becomes my treat † † †  
Heartbeats to slay, licking the dark reddish droplets of my slaying feast † † † † †
Room to room creeping around † † † †  
To the forefather his sleeping form my hatchet his chest found † † † †  
The King of the manor bodyís my piercing to his crown † † † †  
Pound after pound, raised arm fallen strike after strike † † † †  
Smiling in the stillness, the end of life no more manís strife † † † † †
Forty-one more to even the score † † † † †
† † † † †
Who dares to define the elements of darken candy crushing in the breeze † † † †  
A reflection of doomsday in the mirror is me and all you shall see † † † †  
Adoration in your disbelief as the high full moon † † † †  
Summoning me from the abyss of fire and gloom † † † †  
The curved pointed tip of my hook gorged to the sight of eyes † † † †  
Conscious without sight sings death lullabies † † † †  
Harken your soul which whines from the pit of Hell to the nightly skies † † † †  
Darkness is what darkness does † † † †  
No light for the path to be comforted if there ever was † † † †  
Fatality to my prisoner incarcerating the essence of your soul † † † †  
Bringing you fear to hell we go † † † †  
Utterance unto my name becomes your living nightmare † † † † †
Turn around find me in your image I see you as I raise the back of your neck hairs † † † †  
Causing Mayhem † † † †  
You whisper to me the depth of immortality I reach out and here I am † † † †  
Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman † † †  
Here I stand †
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HadesRising
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Wow! Thanks for kicking things off! Such hellish offerings! Setting the bar high, indeed.

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CRIMSON PEAK

From the gothic estates and the tragic mistakes
First degree murder so avant-garde
When true love becomes the ghost of the phantom strings
Echo in early mourning after dark

I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye

Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak

"To whoever finds this,
know that they are killing me"

One of my greatest lies was my next alibi
Come hither, love, to feed the machine
A valentine cut free from the shackles, lovely
Keep your heart in a jar next to your spleen

I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye

Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak

  you fell for me so hard
  my devilish good looks
 † and a wolfish smile
 † underneath the vile
 † royalty by the book
 † UNTIL DEATH DO US PART

I must have you
Your blood is nigh
The nadir comes

IT'S TIME TO DIE

I love you so much
But it's time to say goodbye

Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak
Bloody footprints in the snow
Skeletons discrete, secrete
The devil waits for us below
Haunted halls of Crimson Peak




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Just bumping this like a zombie shuffling into dinner

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houston

she ran away at quite a clip,
designer in alot of ways;
get some gas, then a crash
jon was really a perv.

met a guy, kinda neat;
helped me survive- liked puzzles.
together we made, a suit of light;
he ended up in a barrel along,
with that other girl.

made a break, air is okay-
freaky creature- the big one worse!
alcohol bomb in its mouth;
off to houston, to fight these jerks.
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Good one, Jessica. Thanks for the offering

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MR. MASOCHIST

I have mastered the secrets of the flesh  
And become a god of self-gratification  
Pain and suffering  
Sex and fuckery  
Has become the alpha and omega  
Nail me up for the next crucifixion  

For I am the martyr of the murdered  
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET  
I am so transfixed by another fix  
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS  

hear me, hear me  
ANGELS to some  
DEMONS to others  
I opened the box  

AND WE CAME  

Thirteen black candles, thirty silver coins  
Offered to fallen idols of putrefaction  
God of endeavors  
Torn so asunder  
Slip razors into my epidermis  
I find salvation in malediction  

For I am the martyr of the murdered  
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN MY CLOSET  
I am so transfixed by another fix  
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS  

hear me, hear me  
ANGELS to some  
DEMONS to others  
I opened the box  

AND WE CAME  

Strip me down  
Chain me up  
Rip me from  
Neck to nuts  
Became an  
Empty cup  
From where my  
Lifeblood spilled  

Such spendlor in torture  
From the spires of Heaven  
To the burning pits of HELL  
I have found what I sought  
In the terror I wrought  
To watch from behind the veil  

For you are the martyr of the murdered  
ALL THE SKELETONS ARE IN YOUR CLOSET  
You are so transfixed by another fix  
THE HOOKS AND CHAINS AND CONFIGURED LAMENTS  

hear you, hear you  
ANGELS to some  
DEMONS to others  
You opened the box  

AND WE CAME  






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It

 
come king It and talk with me
enter the bloody corridor and walk into my waking dreams
I'm ready to face my fears

sinister feelings spike
you were my first nightmare
jagged teeth meant for slicing children
eating our most deadly dreams and turning them ghoulish

Father of death most foul
under my bed and in my closet
you came upon me while I was sleeping

I sought comfort in the light
yet on my periphery I could see you
mocking me, mouthing just wait until I get you alone

swallowing my happiness morbid clown
entering my soul leaving your mark
twisted deceiver you hunt me until I grew into an adult
stalking my footsteps I never got far enough away
to forget death was right behind me

I can smell the copper pennies on the air
Penny Wise is near
tick tok the clock chimes dread

an innocent smile turns blood red
faces elongate and teeth become sharp
he's here even as I think
calculating my next move

no one can save me from this hell
inside the dead lights

we all float here






(inspired by the movie It)



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Nice, Lady Crim. Who else has some ghoulish intentions to get off their chests?

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BEEP BEEP

You used me like a puppet
Driven to the edge
I have never felt so weak
Until the sky burned
 
I've wakened from my coma
Rumble with disdain
Songs of the apocalypse
Shall herald your death
 
BEEP BEEP MOTHERFUCKER
 
Unmade and remade
To finally kill again
The scent of petrol
Fills the air with brand new life
 
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
 
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
 
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
 
BEEP BEEP YOU PIECE OF SHIT
 
I will run forever
The road becomes a graveyard
Crossed at your own risk
The sidewalk stops right here
 
You will never ever learn
Rotting with weakness
You useless putrid children
Just rancid meat sacks
 
"Honey, come on over here, sugarbuns.  
This machine just called me an asshole."
 
STEEL IS THICKER THAN BLOOD
 
Who made who?
Was it you or me?
Who gives a fuck?
 
It will not matter in the end
As the moon and stars descend
To the chorus of screams and squeals
Die now, shitter, beneath my wheels
 
OVERDRIVEN BY VENGEANCE
 
beep beep
Beep Beep
BEEP BEEP
M O T H E R T R U C K E R S
 
 
 
 
 
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Bump

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The origin of the last one standing (a vile horror story)



She asked questions
she already knew the answers to
white knuckle hoping
and silently begging
for specific
and certain replies

Being able to
predict every
possible scenario
and to adjust herself
accordinglyó
is paramount
lucky, in laser instinct
At least fate afforded her
that small kindness


She sings songs
of muted harmony and peace
figuring that
light soothing

was where the engine
of mild safe complacency, fed

She dressed accordingly
and pleased them,
those that pulled strings
of survival
from a cold
and wholly owned
wretched existence

She kept her eyes
only on
that
which was straight ahead
unending obedience
never wavering
A "Yes Sir" or "Ma'am"
at every turn

She played the part
her self developed role
within
this game
one, where one day
she terrifyingly awoke,
to find herself in

A place, lessons of
pure horror were taught
minute by minute
teaching the 'inferior'
making her
understand
pitting her
against a 'superior'
became fast in the revelation
of the entire motive
behind this nightmare,
the live playing out
via
every brutalized
breath
especially
wreaked of agony

To avoid, at all cost
any hint at misbehavior
when perceived 'consequences'
for negative actions
are a maniac's den
of conceived torture
eg:
amputations
disfigurement
forced female castration
acid scarification
(to name only a few)
unimaginable and unfathomable
reinforced though
and widely utilized,
judging
by the abject ghastly,
howling screams
coming from
numerous nondescript
and as of yet,
unidentified
nightly locations

Her body
on precarious edge
rigid
in constant shock
and cold,
controlled breathing
from second
to petrified
to second

One thought
penetrated
ó

survive
survive
survive


(her willed mantra, repeats and repeats)


To Survive
is
to play the game

and
To play the game
means
only one thing


anything and everything





GOES.


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Loosely inspired by the "I Spit On Your Grave" collection.

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