Halloween

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October is fast approaching, and at it's heels
is Halloween. I love the Fall, the cool,
crispness, and loved dressing up and going
trick-or-treating as a child, so I want fun,
or scary poems of any style written, SUBMIT
ONLY ONE POEM, so let's get those Autumn
juices flowing:)

count me in. I vant to vrite a poem. moohahaha

VIDEO POEM: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/124793-the-fire-lakes-collab-with-alexander/


The Fire Lakes


She rains trepidation in a hail of spells;
clawed bones flux from the earth and
foreboding stars hang her midnight gaze.
Black ice suspended in space
is guarded by infinite words
framed in white flames.

Blue wisps draw the trapdoor seal:
immovable, fixed eyes of the death owl
beckon my soul.
Dry wrenching heaves fill my mouth,
the light ripped out of my core.
The night pulses once and I can't breathe.

Vapor fuses my lungs closed, the pain
entombed, tears of mortar streams…
mud-fire constricts my ghostly skin.
Life’s skin chokes, in a strangle-hold,
I’m trapped in a wormhole, a dead end
in space and time.

This horror pushes me against my destiny.
My fingers grasp for the pendant,
but time slips free.
A fractured wall of stone and vines
crumbles into yesterday.

The weight of her pending strike
destroys my will. I fail
to hold the pieces together,
blood thins to rust
and my heart shrinks.

I scramble from rotting mulch;
the scent of the earth
pulls my mind back into the grave.
With the sound of dripping blood
the beetles awaken to claim my flesh.

Voodoo princess, filthy demon child,
she looms over my body.
White veins pulse in her throat, triumphant,
she exhales an earth-warm stench.
Like the rasp and buzz of flies,
fear flows from me like a violent tide.

My skin crawls as creatures feed — she mewls
her delight claws reaching for my ribs,
straddling my corpse.
My body pounds to the beat of her witchery.

Black nails prize my bones from strings of meat,
her snake-fed skin cracked and silver.
I smell the sharp sulfur as her split tongue
drips black acid on my body. The reek
of burning hair and skin traces

the poison seeping beyond muscle
and bloody forest floor beneath.
I raise my eyes to hers,
the last of this world I will see,

and there, soars the death owl
clutching my soul in its talons;
drifting through space
towards the red sun,
where I plunge into my prison,
the depths of the fire lakes.


Written by Atakti & Alexander Case

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THE INHERITANCE


My creepy Uncle Ernest died
Who hated me from the time he met me
I was but a girl of eleven
Why would he leave the mansion to me?

Nobody lived in the mansion
And when I was twenty one
I moved in there to “find myself”
Took three friends with me

The house was all boarded up
The inside was all covered up
Fortunately he left me
Enough money to clean it up

I hired two friends who were into renovation
They brought the mansion back
To its Victorian elegance
Lights outside and lights within

Made it ready for Halloween
Scary stuff surrounded the house
Left it alone inside
We had paid enough

On Halloween night the rain started to fall
Torrential rains beating against window panes
Terrible winds that seemed to shout
The house is ours, let us out!

We could not open the front doors
Loads of candy stayed in baskets
Then all the lights went out
We could not find the flashlights

We finally found several candles and holders
Lit them and groped around
When I saw Grandmother Simmins shouting:
“Who are you, what are you doing here?”

“Lisa,” she cried, spotting me
“Why are you here and why these three?”
“Grandma, I thought you were gone”
“Oh no child, there you are wrong”

Suddenly, I could see the dead
Of my entire family reaching back
To the time when Halifax was the emigrants landing spot
They arrived, poor, desperate and bedraggled

“Why are you all here?” I asked
The Family Fortune is in this house
The ghosts shouted in unison
I fainted right onto the floor

When I was coming to
My friends asked: “What happened to you?”
I told them the tale and asked what they saw
They replied: “Nothing, nothing at all.”

However whatever passed
Made each friend run home really fast
Leaving me with the dead and gone
To find the fortune, which to me belonged

The search for the fortune became a nightmare
It is hard to live with living relatives
Dead relatives are even harder to bear
They came and went and complained a lot

However, I found the fortune
Invested half and made a home for women
Who needed shelter, when their life cracked
Gave another amount for runaways

Philanthropy turned out to be
The only way to cast out the ghosts
For now they could rest knowing
Their legacy was one of generosity!

ALL HALLOW’S EVE

The 31st day, the last day of my favorite month.
It’s almost time to mourn
As the hours wane the dying time of the hunt.
I care not for candies
But I’ll miss my time with the ghosts.
The howling wolves
And the scarecrows hanging from the ropes.
Jack’s wicked grin
And the flickering of the flames.
The smell of hay
With the shadows creeping in the graves.
All Hallow’s Eve
The time between the living and the dead.
Halloween
The tomes and incantations read.
Chill autumn air
With a witch, a romp in the trees.
Cheap make up,
Smeared in the moonlit fallen leaves.
Oh Samhain
All the killers are about.
Who goes there?
When costumed devils scream and shout,
Trick or treat.
Horror flicks throughout the night.
Treating tricks
All night to stave off the light.
Happy Halloween.

Removed

Halloween 2011

Now, the flowers,
    Thoughtfully picked,
    Fade…

Now, the grass,
    Carefully tended,
    Withers…

As the leaves,
    Recently turned,
    Fall…

And the skies,
    Once golden,
    Grey…

Is when the grave,
    With inviting arms,
    Calls.

Tricks & Treats

A corpse bloated and fat
Grinding teeth from a rat

The sound of a hundred flies
Up above the crow tells lies

The moon hangs high
Bats scurry in the sky

Pounding of feet in the street
Zombies come out to greet their meat

Noctem Aeternus(By Night Eternal)

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Doomed to exist only by night eternal,
cast perpetually into this castigating inferno,
guilty of much and condemned for it all,  
just punishment, my ultimate downfall.

“Requiem æternam dona eis,
Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis”

Banished from blessed sunlight
for my unspeakable endeavors,
I drag the chains I forged during my life,
at every footfall from now until forever.

I took life and wickedly relished it,
delighting in the spillage of life’s essence,
a plague of night creatures from the pit
I did invoke, their phosphorescence
filled the twilight with its putrid smoke.

“Pro superi!, quantum mortalia
pectora cæcæ noctis habent!”

Ahh… such an orgy of foul and vile acts,
every manner of depravity was at hand;
sealing this loathsomely heinous pact,
a violation against nature’s command.

“Sed omnes illacrymabiles urgentur,
ignotique longa nocte, carent quia vate sacro”

For these and far greater crimes still
I pay the penance of “Noctem Aeternus”
enveloped by its inky ever-present spill,
forewarned you are, or find yourself thus,
joining me in perpetual angst…
Come…foolish mortal, if you must…

Gypsy Red

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Harvest Time

It has been said long ago
Tales of the ancient
That when falling leaves
In fall do come
Wake will horror be
Incarnate in the scytheman

The impending death
Of nature swims
in awry cascades
blown by wind un-merciless
Little leaves leave their branch
For the earth below

Thus mortal too leave
for the sods below
as fly in the harvesters
cutting down souls
from terrified hearts
leaving chagrined corpses

Scytheman flies in twos and threes
Some they laugh with wicked glee
Others silent, as grim can be
If you hear the banshee cackle
Or the midnight spectre scream
Go you under the cover

When done they are
By the morning mist
They leave the mortal land
Gossamer figures
Vanishing into realms
that only they discern

Morn bring forth
The anguished groans
Screams of horror
At death’s skill
Pass they do
the threshold of winter.

Thank you everyone who submitted poetry:)

thanks to Angelic for hosting this comp. thanks to my fellow poets for the stiff competition