Submissions by Bsp4444 (The Dark Bard)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
There's a darkside to everyone, and mine comes out in the poetry I write. Writing just for me has been fine in the past, but I've reached a point where I want to see what others think of my work. I encourage constructive criticism.
DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 2:22pm
5th Dec 2024 2:22pm
The Woman of the Wood
Beware this woman of the wood
And her chants and dance that do no good.
She spends her days gathering mystical things.
To use at night to serve dark beings.
Promising infinite, earthly delights
Obscene fortunes, and lustful nights.
These things you seek will not come free.
And their cost paid out for eternity.
The pleasures promised are only a portal
For darkening and capturing your soul immortal
Don’t settle for her offers of pleasure.
There is a reward of far greater measure.
For those who share compassion and love
Who lift up...
And her chants and dance that do no good.
She spends her days gathering mystical things.
To use at night to serve dark beings.
Promising infinite, earthly delights
Obscene fortunes, and lustful nights.
These things you seek will not come free.
And their cost paid out for eternity.
The pleasures promised are only a portal
For darkening and capturing your soul immortal
Don’t settle for her offers of pleasure.
There is a reward of far greater measure.
For those who share compassion and love
Who lift up...
#hope
#seductive
#temptation
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
5th Dec 2024 2:19pm
The Witches Coven
The evil once needed is once again,
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
in the realm of magic there is no sin.
When long ago the life of a child
could be sacrificed to a group of wild
and ravenous witches of the coven.
The coven needs, the coven desires
And the sacrifice requires the fires
to release the power of the child within,
this ancient practice must begin again.
The hunt, the capture and of course, the kill
Provides the coven their euphoric thrill.
Their thirst for power only brings
The hunger for more hellish things.
So, children roaming anywhere,
be...
#dark
#evil
#gothic
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 1:09pm
4th Dec 2024 1:09pm
The Crave
He sits in shadows, undetected
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
Trembling, shaking, utterly infected.
Watching unknowing passersby
Waiting for his next burning high.
The victim won’t know that they will feed
This hidden monster’s insatiable need
For the thing that will quench his thirst
And drives him to commit the worst.
What urges this thing, we cannot say
But the crave exists in all today.
#addiction
#emptiness
#weakness
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 1:03pm
4th Dec 2024 1:03pm
Charmed Into Harm
The shiny words and fancy things
The indoctrinated choir sings.
From the pulpit he spews nonsensical views
To the rabid public that fill the pews
Pushing the lies that threaten humanity.
And disregard any notion of divinity.
But he does it with such panache and flair
That they follow his commands without care.
They forget their love for family and community.
Carrying out his plans with sadistic impunity.
His sole intentions are to divide.
To mock, to ridicule, to belittle, to chide.
Caring nothing about bringing people together ...
The indoctrinated choir sings.
From the pulpit he spews nonsensical views
To the rabid public that fill the pews
Pushing the lies that threaten humanity.
And disregard any notion of divinity.
But he does it with such panache and flair
That they follow his commands without care.
They forget their love for family and community.
Carrying out his plans with sadistic impunity.
His sole intentions are to divide.
To mock, to ridicule, to belittle, to chide.
Caring nothing about bringing people together ...
#hate
#hypocrisy
#lies #manipulation
#lies #manipulation
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 3:04pm
3rd Dec 2024 3:04pm
The Lucky Charm
Found in a dusty secondhand store.
Unaware of the thing’s lost lore.
The worn and ragged leather thong
Holding this thing that shouldn’t belong
To this world, this time, or this spectral plane
But it is here…and right now, just the same.
The simple pattern, the weathered design
Conceal the cruel intent to malign.
It hangs around the neck of the unaware
Sewing doubt, mistrust, and subtle despair.
Bought for its look of nostalgic charm.
Which conceals the reaching, stretching harm.
The “owner” doesn’t own this at all.
It’s they...
Unaware of the thing’s lost lore.
The worn and ragged leather thong
Holding this thing that shouldn’t belong
To this world, this time, or this spectral plane
But it is here…and right now, just the same.
The simple pattern, the weathered design
Conceal the cruel intent to malign.
It hangs around the neck of the unaware
Sewing doubt, mistrust, and subtle despair.
Bought for its look of nostalgic charm.
Which conceals the reaching, stretching harm.
The “owner” doesn’t own this at all.
It’s they...
#dark
#evil
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:57pm
3rd Dec 2024 2:57pm
Metamorphasis
It sheds its skin in the deep dark cold.
To distract from its form of old
Emerging to shadows, its purpose anew
Leaving behind its rotting sinew.
To hunt, to haunt, to spread great fear
Its malevolent purpose is made quite clear.
Feeding on our doubt and guilt
Creating chaos in the world we’ve built
With progress, technology, unending pace.
But what’s the prize to win this race?
More notably, what is the cost?
What earthly virtues have been lost?
For when this creature comes for you
Will you be able to see it true?
The...
To distract from its form of old
Emerging to shadows, its purpose anew
Leaving behind its rotting sinew.
To hunt, to haunt, to spread great fear
Its malevolent purpose is made quite clear.
Feeding on our doubt and guilt
Creating chaos in the world we’ve built
With progress, technology, unending pace.
But what’s the prize to win this race?
More notably, what is the cost?
What earthly virtues have been lost?
For when this creature comes for you
Will you be able to see it true?
The...
#dark
#evil
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STORY POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 2:15am
28th Nov 2024 2:15am
Traveler’s Repose
Silver, shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Inviting the weary traveler near
To wonder what enchantments linger here.
Were a sprite’s wings fluttering near my head?
Did I glimpse an old gnome with his cap of red?
Is it dryads who make the trees to stir?
Are they talking now, in but a whisper?
The traveler drinks, never certain
What he did or didn’t see behind that curtain
Surrounding a shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
Inviting the weary traveler near
To wonder what enchantments linger here.
Were a sprite’s wings fluttering near my head?
Did I glimpse an old gnome with his cap of red?
Is it dryads who make the trees to stir?
Are they talking now, in but a whisper?
The traveler drinks, never certain
What he did or didn’t see behind that curtain
Surrounding a shimmering, rippling pool
Luster of chrome, oh so cool.
#dreams
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 1:06am
28th Nov 2024 1:06am
Warrior’s Sorrow
The mossy walls of castles lost
Veil the ancient bloody cost
Of battles fought for pride and glory
Forgotten in ancient history.
We’ll never feel the true extent
The price of defending that battlement.
But the ghost that roams this crumbling hall
Re-lives that long lost warrior’s fall.
Veil the ancient bloody cost
Of battles fought for pride and glory
Forgotten in ancient history.
We’ll never feel the true extent
The price of defending that battlement.
But the ghost that roams this crumbling hall
Re-lives that long lost warrior’s fall.
#death
#grief
#sadness
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