Poetry competition CLOSED 27th April 2014 9:36am
WINNER
HadesRising
HadesRising
RUNNERS-UP:
crimsin
and PsychicApocalypse
Who has the most sinister mind, spirt, and soul?
Anonymous
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Dead meat
Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to savor the agony
Slow dying eyes helplessly watch
As the demonic butcher readies the pot
Licking his lips with a blistered forked tongue
He chewes on the skin from a body been hung
Slurping down the last bit of a face
He reaches for the hilt of a scab covered blade
Above head and horn the swing comes down
Dismembers the body with a thumping sound
Tearing through the abdomen reaching inside
Gutted like a fish the body now dies
The entrails are then hand selected
Then fed to the next to be dissected
And boiled for a month until the bones are the softest
Then fed to the monsters who hide in your closets
Six foot six and six hundred sixty six pounds
He swings a massive blade to the chopping block down
Grunting and growling as he cleaves the meat
Crunching through bone not leaving it neat
Blood stains the walls been splattered galore
Still can't amount to the pools on the floor
His cloven hooves trudge through the puddles
Toward the next victim people scream and struggle
Like deer they are skinned peeled and still conscious
Torn from the scalp down to the haunches
Rolled in salt to flavor the savagery
Then thrown on a hook to savor the agony
Slow dying eyes helplessly watch
As the demonic butcher readies the pot
Licking his lips with a blistered forked tongue
He chewes on the skin from a body been hung
Slurping down the last bit of a face
He reaches for the hilt of a scab covered blade
Above head and horn the swing comes down
Dismembers the body with a thumping sound
Tearing through the abdomen reaching inside
Gutted like a fish the body now dies
The entrails are then hand selected
Then fed to the next to be dissected
And boiled for a month until the bones are the softest
Then fed to the monsters who hide in your closets
BLOOD UPON BATHORY: THE COUNTESS PART 1
The Countess awaits in her bathing chambers
For the next virgin sacrifice.
The secret to eternal beauty
Lies with the young flesh, will suffice.
Bathing in the blood of the innocent is
Her way to deal with age.
Slitting the young girl’s throats,
It seems, is a perfect way to feed the rage.
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
The servants line up at the dinner bell
Each stark naked with a wooden pail
Forced to their knees, chained to a wall
The only choice is to obey Bathory’s law.
In her orgasmic throes she plans for centuries
To the drink blood of the young.
How else would she retain her grace?
Else she might slowly decay into crumbs.
Age will finally wither her flesh to dust,
If the young are not kept in supply.
She must always keep them all on tap
If she will keep her beauty as her prize.
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
Cruel and fair like a vampiric curse,
Porcelain skin foretold in free verse.
Pooling blood upon the white tile,
Leaving the bodies in a heaped up pile.
Hiding from the sun and inquisitions
That come with jealous reek.
Late evening transformations
Inside her bathing chambers come a beast.
Screams that never escape the grounds,
A rending like a loup-garou.
Is not a beast, but Elizabeth.
For her strength, the blood runs true.
In the grip of lingering death,
They all go home to Hell!
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
The lukewarm blood leaves her in luster
The Nobles about in envy, they trust her.
Like a princess so delicate and fair
She’s just like a spider, they’re caught in her lair.
The Countess awaits in her bathing chambers
For the next virgin sacrifice.
The secret to eternal beauty
Lies with the young flesh, will suffice.
Bathing in the blood of the innocent is
Her way to deal with age.
Slitting the young girl’s throats,
It seems, is a perfect way to feed the rage.
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
The servants line up at the dinner bell
Each stark naked with a wooden pail
Forced to their knees, chained to a wall
The only choice is to obey Bathory’s law.
In her orgasmic throes she plans for centuries
To the drink blood of the young.
How else would she retain her grace?
Else she might slowly decay into crumbs.
Age will finally wither her flesh to dust,
If the young are not kept in supply.
She must always keep them all on tap
If she will keep her beauty as her prize.
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
Cruel and fair like a vampiric curse,
Porcelain skin foretold in free verse.
Pooling blood upon the white tile,
Leaving the bodies in a heaped up pile.
Hiding from the sun and inquisitions
That come with jealous reek.
Late evening transformations
Inside her bathing chambers come a beast.
Screams that never escape the grounds,
A rending like a loup-garou.
Is not a beast, but Elizabeth.
For her strength, the blood runs true.
In the grip of lingering death,
They all go home to Hell!
Bring me another one
And another one
I dine on their final breath
Bring me another one
And another one
I will relish in their death.
The lukewarm blood leaves her in luster
The Nobles about in envy, they trust her.
Like a princess so delicate and fair
She’s just like a spider, they’re caught in her lair.
BENEATH THE BLOOD: THE COUNTESS PART 2
Through the mist of failing winters
Ponder upon the shrouds
Under the blanket of loose snowfall
Can you see the face
Peeking from the ground?
Lured inside with a promise of riches
Poisoned poetry whispered
A trick to catch those of common
Only to be strung in the night
And among the vespers
A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood
An utmost chimeric personality
Full of surety, anger and doubt
Steadfast constables on the case
Read between the lines
When wolves are about
Shielded by her own nobility
Inside her estate of turns
Slowly eaten away by paranoia
Demons whisper inside
Her ears are they burn
A hectic countess
So pale beneath the hood
A shadowed goddess
As she walks her way in the wood
Family turncoats
Like a knife in the back
Took her by the throat
As if set upon the rack
Bound her hands
She could not stall
As they forced her within
And locked behind the walls
After many years all alone
Imprisoned behind, where she crept
Solitude and paranoia with her
In time she grew weak
And took her final breath
In time she became a legend
As a vampiric mistress, evil host
Her name would live forever
At night to scare the meek
In visions of her ghost
A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood
Through the mist of failing winters
Ponder upon the shrouds
Under the blanket of loose snowfall
Can you see the face
Peeking from the ground?
Lured inside with a promise of riches
Poisoned poetry whispered
A trick to catch those of common
Only to be strung in the night
And among the vespers
A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood
An utmost chimeric personality
Full of surety, anger and doubt
Steadfast constables on the case
Read between the lines
When wolves are about
Shielded by her own nobility
Inside her estate of turns
Slowly eaten away by paranoia
Demons whisper inside
Her ears are they burn
A hectic countess
So pale beneath the hood
A shadowed goddess
As she walks her way in the wood
Family turncoats
Like a knife in the back
Took her by the throat
As if set upon the rack
Bound her hands
She could not stall
As they forced her within
And locked behind the walls
After many years all alone
Imprisoned behind, where she crept
Solitude and paranoia with her
In time she grew weak
And took her final breath
In time she became a legend
As a vampiric mistress, evil host
Her name would live forever
At night to scare the meek
In visions of her ghost
A crimson countess
So pale beneath the blood
A blood red goddess
Slit the skin, let loose the flood
THE CULT OF BATHORY MOTHER: THE COUNTESS PART 3
“In this world or the other
We will instill fear with our order
In truth and shadow we exist
By the blood of the Mother.”
Trapped inside with the succubus sisters
They look inside my soul
Bare witness to my dark temptations
Make me howl without
As I sink into the hole
Tears they fall like pouring salivations
Cannot contain myself
With this cult a Transylvanian witches
Caressing flesh and sucking
My soul into Hell
“Ponder onto this mortal
She can see you from the portal
Her face draped in eclipse
The Mother of godless splendors
Beckons you with ruby lips.”
In deep ecstasy, there comes eyes inside
The wrought iron mirror
Taloned fingers tease the flesh
Puncture the skin while alive
And rip me with bloodlust fever
“Ponder this, you are mortal
You will never pass through the portal
To be graced by ruby lips
The Mother of godless splendors
Binds you forever in eclipse.”
Inside this limbo
I can see a Queen
That is draped in red
My heart it trembles
Look upon the Queen
Her eyes wreathed in red
Moaning soft and sighs
My soul starts to scream
My body is bled
Between laughs and cries
Spirit of the Queen
Rips my soul to shreds
I send my cries to Heaven’s cultures
By way of Her necromantic tortures
Under the clouds and through the years
In secret they have endured
To the Crimson Queen they have prayed
And in the bath awashed
Under blood they remain pure
Centuries have passed, numbers have amassed
In blood, long to smother
Her name lives on in frenzied hearts
Beneath her watchful gaze
Live The Cult of Bathory Mother
“Ponder onto this mortals
She can see you from the portals
Her face draped in eclipse
The Mother of godless splendors
Beckons you with ruby lips.”
“In this world or the other
We will instill fear with our order
In truth and shadow we exist
By the blood of the Mother.”
Trapped inside with the succubus sisters
They look inside my soul
Bare witness to my dark temptations
Make me howl without
As I sink into the hole
Tears they fall like pouring salivations
Cannot contain myself
With this cult a Transylvanian witches
Caressing flesh and sucking
My soul into Hell
“Ponder onto this mortal
She can see you from the portal
Her face draped in eclipse
The Mother of godless splendors
Beckons you with ruby lips.”
In deep ecstasy, there comes eyes inside
The wrought iron mirror
Taloned fingers tease the flesh
Puncture the skin while alive
And rip me with bloodlust fever
“Ponder this, you are mortal
You will never pass through the portal
To be graced by ruby lips
The Mother of godless splendors
Binds you forever in eclipse.”
Inside this limbo
I can see a Queen
That is draped in red
My heart it trembles
Look upon the Queen
Her eyes wreathed in red
Moaning soft and sighs
My soul starts to scream
My body is bled
Between laughs and cries
Spirit of the Queen
Rips my soul to shreds
I send my cries to Heaven’s cultures
By way of Her necromantic tortures
Under the clouds and through the years
In secret they have endured
To the Crimson Queen they have prayed
And in the bath awashed
Under blood they remain pure
Centuries have passed, numbers have amassed
In blood, long to smother
Her name lives on in frenzied hearts
Beneath her watchful gaze
Live The Cult of Bathory Mother
“Ponder onto this mortals
She can see you from the portals
Her face draped in eclipse
The Mother of godless splendors
Beckons you with ruby lips.”
Hungry, Hungry Crows
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[font=Times New Roman]I watch without watching,
using every sense,
absorbing
tiny changes,
tiny interests,
the excitement is exploding,
right out of
my chest.
I hug my enemy,
they not knowing,
I'm only,
measuring their graves.
And I hunt them with fun,
like a child
searching for Easter eggs.
The sounds of tortured
screams, I've found out,
makes me giddy.
I hold them near, petting
their heads,
marveling at their
quivering body.
[color=Brown] "Shh, you don't want
the crows to hear.
I can smell their hunger,
they'll take your soul away"
Sinking hearts,
as the bolt is set on the door:
locked. No budge.
Helpless they cry, scream,
their lungs out.
They're Fucked.
And I laugh,
oh but, I laugh,
my body heats up with the urge.
the thirst,
to purge the wickedness,
the blackness,
with sweetness of
blood.
"Silence my dearest,
for outside there are crows.
Growling, they crave,
maybe to take your soul"
With the perfect disguise,
I prowl the streets,
and I lust for more.
I wanna behold,
blood-stained
cries,
with nail-carved
art,
decorating my floor.
Time is nothing,
but space for me
to continue my dreadfully
sweet, horrendous game.
With a face watching,
without watching,
I have little lose,
by loving their
howls of pain.
"B-be quiet, you p-pieces of shit!
[color=Red] Hahahahaha!
For n-no one will n-never know!!.
After your screams n-no longer
a-amuse me,
it'll be time,
to feed the crows...[/color]"
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[font=Times New Roman]I watch without watching,
using every sense,
absorbing
tiny changes,
tiny interests,
the excitement is exploding,
right out of
my chest.
I hug my enemy,
they not knowing,
I'm only,
measuring their graves.
And I hunt them with fun,
like a child
searching for Easter eggs.
The sounds of tortured
screams, I've found out,
makes me giddy.
I hold them near, petting
their heads,
marveling at their
quivering body.
[color=Brown] "Shh, you don't want
the crows to hear.
I can smell their hunger,
they'll take your soul away"
Sinking hearts,
as the bolt is set on the door:
locked. No budge.
Helpless they cry, scream,
their lungs out.
They're Fucked.
And I laugh,
oh but, I laugh,
my body heats up with the urge.
the thirst,
to purge the wickedness,
the blackness,
with sweetness of
blood.
"Silence my dearest,
for outside there are crows.
Growling, they crave,
maybe to take your soul"
With the perfect disguise,
I prowl the streets,
and I lust for more.
I wanna behold,
blood-stained
cries,
with nail-carved
art,
decorating my floor.
Time is nothing,
but space for me
to continue my dreadfully
sweet, horrendous game.
With a face watching,
without watching,
I have little lose,
by loving their
howls of pain.
"B-be quiet, you p-pieces of shit!
[color=Red] Hahahahaha!
For n-no one will n-never know!!.
After your screams n-no longer
a-amuse me,
it'll be time,
to feed the crows...[/color]"
who am i?
violence...
who am i?
death...
who am i?
me...
i needed you
yet u fled from me
i begged and pleaded
my future...painted red
screaming into pitch black
asking for a savior
my heart now
empty hollow grave
forever here ill remain
violence i am
death i am
sinister is me
you've created
creation of lies
machinations in my eyes
monster dwells inside
father you are
pawn i am
forgotten son..
who am i?
moster of lies
behind my eyes i cry
creation inside
a pawn of destruction
maker of free will
chooseing to hate
vanity
great screaming christ
ascending into a hollow grave of blackness
heart is void
salvation is found alone
trying to redeem my soul
falling futher in lost
being swallowed into the abyss
chasm that feeds
with serpentine teeth
the only true thing
hate is me
what am i?
a freedom of choice
hateful dispair
innocence ravaged to no purpose
wasted youth from a faded dawn once new
moster i am
rotting in a grave
a broken promise for redemption
violence...
who am i?
death...
who am i?
me...
i needed you
yet u fled from me
i begged and pleaded
my future...painted red
screaming into pitch black
asking for a savior
my heart now
empty hollow grave
forever here ill remain
violence i am
death i am
sinister is me
you've created
creation of lies
machinations in my eyes
monster dwells inside
father you are
pawn i am
forgotten son..
who am i?
moster of lies
behind my eyes i cry
creation inside
a pawn of destruction
maker of free will
chooseing to hate
vanity
great screaming christ
ascending into a hollow grave of blackness
heart is void
salvation is found alone
trying to redeem my soul
falling futher in lost
being swallowed into the abyss
chasm that feeds
with serpentine teeth
the only true thing
hate is me
what am i?
a freedom of choice
hateful dispair
innocence ravaged to no purpose
wasted youth from a faded dawn once new
moster i am
rotting in a grave
a broken promise for redemption
slit my throat
slit my throat and watch me bleed
thank you for going thro this gruesome deed
hold that knife close to ur heart
dont let it go,we'll both fall apart
slit my throat and watch me cry
look into my eyes
know deep inside you made me die
what i wanna do i cannot say
slit my throat and watch merot
thank you for freeing me
now i owe the freedom i have always sought
slit my throat and watch me bleed
thank you for going thro this gruesome deed
hold that knife close to ur heart
dont let it go,we'll both fall apart
slit my throat and watch me cry
look into my eyes
know deep inside you made me die
what i wanna do i cannot say
slit my throat and watch merot
thank you for freeing me
now i owe the freedom i have always sought
