Submissions by Balrog

A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate -
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!
 
I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime, and

Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, no feel for time.
 
I shuddered in appreciation -
An ambience to mortify

A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and justify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.
 
Compusion saw me...

She! Talons of a gothic mind,

Steel of blue her chilly stare,

Pitch of black her fetid blood;

And out of this, an evil care



To terrorise the weeping kind

Befogged in mental mire; to rape

The shore with phallic waves –

And all for lust, her one desire:



Corrupt the sand of innocence

Without a case for penitence,

Or cause for such as reticence -

And scream aflamed in priapismic fire.