Submissions by Ravenskraft (FD Ravenskraft)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
my Name is FD Ravenskraft. I'm the Nevermore Kid I love to write dark erotica and horror to the core. I really enjoyed reading other work hopefully we all can learn to better our craft. I willing to learn to be better
Night of the Chainsaw by F.D.Ravenskraft
Night of the Chainsaw
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
by F.D.Ravenskraft
take a chill into the dark carnival
where evil lurks into the abyss
the clown is out to play
to kill anything that walks
the night of the chainsaw bliss
nothing more than a bloody reminisce
by any means necessary
every killer has a score
to create a freakshow galore
the streets are the badlands
every night is a clown purge
flawless victory
endless sympathy
that the jesters are out to collect bodies
we are the souls of spiders
and the...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Olde Corpses Road by FD Ravenskraft
Olde Corpses Road
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
By FD Ravenskraft
The road where the corpse
Lead and follow their last ride
Into the midst of life's kiss
Finally done.
But undone onto the misty dirt roads
Piled with corpse and bones
As these roads sing their revival song
Unsung by the heavens
As hell beats the Hades drums
Within the rising sun
Coming close to morning
They fade into the morning dawn
To prepare for the next dreary song
During the nights of long testimony
The cunning on the misty roads of grasping ends
Upon the...
#gothic
#romantic
#scary #tragedy
#scary #tragedy
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Dark chest of Wonders by F.D.Ravenskraft
i was walking towards the dead lands
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
and came across a well dried up
and lost from the moist without water for so long
and a foul smell came from it was the grasp of Death
an old musty odor from long ago
and was a chest placed by a dead child
that was murdered in cold blood
he grabs the chest and climb out
and ran home to open it
but was afraid to because of the voice of the child
who speaks in riddles
don't take my heart out
Let my heart be
As I beg of you
To leave me be
as the voice screams
he opens and the...
#death
#gothic
#mystery
#scary
#tragedy
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The Legend of Sweet Milk by FD Ravenskraft
A Night like no other
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
Spending time with my old mother
Cooking and baking his favorite dishes
Greens and Cornbread.
Tis Tis Tis. Let's reminisce
This Glistening tale of a man that went
From a good boy into brutal hell
His last meal with old momma
Knowingly that something is coming
Shadows of reality
That dress is so real.
But out to kill her. The Goons of Summerville
Coming to take momma away
And beat him and scar his face
Because his old mother was the wrong race
That night the cornbread burnt
To find my...
#gothic
#scary
#tragedy
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Open Graves by FD Ravenskraft
Open Graves
By FD Ravenskraft
Life is like an open grave
Awakening from the dream
To become a slave
In a Dead world of false promises
In the dearest dreary dark
To deal with the kindly pain
Of unsung happiness
To go back to sleep in a warm bed
That is the grave of Dread
I see everyone sleeping as their Epitaph
Is being written
And now their pain.
Suffering. Madness and
Rage.
Upon the core of existence
We all dig a fresh grave
To bed every night
Knowing we dream of...
By FD Ravenskraft
Life is like an open grave
Awakening from the dream
To become a slave
In a Dead world of false promises
In the dearest dreary dark
To deal with the kindly pain
Of unsung happiness
To go back to sleep in a warm bed
That is the grave of Dread
I see everyone sleeping as their Epitaph
Is being written
And now their pain.
Suffering. Madness and
Rage.
Upon the core of existence
We all dig a fresh grave
To bed every night
Knowing we dream of...
#LifeAsAWriter
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The Coming of the Storm by FD Ravenskraft
raining bodies coming from the heavens
rejected because of their plague scars
falling from grace
from the anger of God
as the ravens feed
and the crows receive
the leftovers
the doctors wait for them to arrival
because their sins are filthy
and the bowels of the devil is full
as their rejected bodies
is buried alive in the mass grave
to never escape the prison
of the black sands
the doctors keep them there
the lepers need cleansing
but here only punishment
every day and night
bodies raining down ...
rejected because of their plague scars
falling from grace
from the anger of God
as the ravens feed
and the crows receive
the leftovers
the doctors wait for them to arrival
because their sins are filthy
and the bowels of the devil is full
as their rejected bodies
is buried alive in the mass grave
to never escape the prison
of the black sands
the doctors keep them there
the lepers need cleansing
but here only punishment
every day and night
bodies raining down ...
#horror
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