Submissions by ThePalestRider
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by the Boreal and fueled by the blistering.
DARK POEM
Published
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
21st Nov 2024 4:05am
A One Eyed Horse
Over lanes I tread
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#horses
#night
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Nov 2024 3:20am
21st Nov 2024 3:20am
Clockwork Bard
Line by line and writ by writ
Creativity from rotating gears?
Forged thoughts together knit
Man or machine they fear
No such thing as auto masters
Nay no spark from the soul
Sure it writes faster and faster
But my mastery is mine to control
Challenge automaton work
But words here are of flesh and bone
Homunculi writers are stuck with a dirk
Blood flows here as creativity is enthroned
No punch cards or binary brains
To say otherwise is a misguided frame
Where art thou relentless disdain? ...
Creativity from rotating gears?
Forged thoughts together knit
Man or machine they fear
No such thing as auto masters
Nay no spark from the soul
Sure it writes faster and faster
But my mastery is mine to control
Challenge automaton work
But words here are of flesh and bone
Homunculi writers are stuck with a dirk
Blood flows here as creativity is enthroned
No punch cards or binary brains
To say otherwise is a misguided frame
Where art thou relentless disdain? ...
#meditation
#rhyming
#SelfReflection
#technology
#WritingPoetry
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
20th Nov 2024 10:22am
In Shadow Adorned
Beneath the silk, so black, so fine
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
A hollow husk doth lay in rest
No pulse, no breath, no sacred sign
But rot within its lifeless breast
The fabric clings, a mourner's veil
It whispers grief in shadowed seam
Yet hides the truth, so stark, so frail
A corpse that mocks the mourner's dream
Its folds like night, they shroud the stain
Of flesh decayed, of hope long fled
And yet the lie, through silk, doth reign
To mask the ruin of the dead
O mournful weave, thy beauty feigned
Thou canst not halt what death hath...
#dark
#death
#despair
#graveyard
#shadows
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 10:18am
20th Nov 2024 10:18am
Feuer mit Schwertern
Das Feuer tanzt auf blankem Stahl
Ein Funkensprung im finstren Saal
Die Klinge singt, ein Lied so wild
Im Flammenschein wird Blut erfüllt
For the English speakers:
The fire dances on the blade
A spark ignites where shadows fade
The sword it sings, a song of strife
In fiery glow, it drinks of life
Ein Funkensprung im finstren Saal
Die Klinge singt, ein Lied so wild
Im Flammenschein wird Blut erfüllt
For the English speakers:
The fire dances on the blade
A spark ignites where shadows fade
The sword it sings, a song of strife
In fiery glow, it drinks of life
#fire
#metaphor
#narrative
#rhyming
#strength
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 6:56am
18th Nov 2024 6:56am
Respite Under Arches
O house of splendor, temple divine
With vaults that in gilded radiance shine!
Thy arches soar, as prayers take flight
To pierce the veil of the eternal night
Thy pillars, twelve, as prophets of old
Proclaim the truths in stories told
Each stone a witness, each wall a creed
To Him who hath met our every need
The rose-hued glass, in splendor bright
Transforms the sun to heavenly light
Its beams cascade in hallowed streams
As angels sing of sacred dreams
The sacred font, in marble hewn
Doth whisper of the coming...
With vaults that in gilded radiance shine!
Thy arches soar, as prayers take flight
To pierce the veil of the eternal night
Thy pillars, twelve, as prophets of old
Proclaim the truths in stories told
Each stone a witness, each wall a creed
To Him who hath met our every need
The rose-hued glass, in splendor bright
Transforms the sun to heavenly light
Its beams cascade in hallowed streams
As angels sing of sacred dreams
The sacred font, in marble hewn
Doth whisper of the coming...
#Christian
#God
#religion
#rhyming
#spiritual
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 6:47am
18th Nov 2024 6:47am
Dynasty
Upon the throne of shadows, doubt did cling
The Valois heir, a flame in tempest vast
Erect in poise, as marble gods in spring
Bore fate's great weight, unyielding to the blast
Beneath his feet, the soil of France did groan
A kingdom cleft by war’s unholy strife
Yet, like the Parian stone, his form was shown
Unmarred, a sculptor's dream brought into life
The Seine did whisper, winds through arches vast
Of triumphs yet to come, of crowns foretold
And every pillar, every stone, held fast
To echo Valois' tale in ages cold
...
The Valois heir, a flame in tempest vast
Erect in poise, as marble gods in spring
Bore fate's great weight, unyielding to the blast
Beneath his feet, the soil of France did groan
A kingdom cleft by war’s unholy strife
Yet, like the Parian stone, his form was shown
Unmarred, a sculptor's dream brought into life
The Seine did whisper, winds through arches vast
Of triumphs yet to come, of crowns foretold
And every pillar, every stone, held fast
To echo Valois' tale in ages cold
...
#freedom
#military
#narrative
#passion
#responsibility
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 6:03pm
17th Nov 2024 6:03pm
The Devil and I
He visits every twilight, cloaked in flame
A serpent's whisper veiled by angel’s name
On the first night, his gift, a golden crown
"Rule the earth," he says, "and cast all down."
But I, unmoved, do turn my cheek
“Power fades, and crowns do reek
No throne can hold what is not thine
Be gone, for no kingdom shall be mine.”
The second eve, with silver tongue, he came
A chalice brimming, steeped in crimson shame
"Drink," he crooned, "and taste delight
Forget your burdens, embrace the...
A serpent's whisper veiled by angel’s name
On the first night, his gift, a golden crown
"Rule the earth," he says, "and cast all down."
But I, unmoved, do turn my cheek
“Power fades, and crowns do reek
No throne can hold what is not thine
Be gone, for no kingdom shall be mine.”
The second eve, with silver tongue, he came
A chalice brimming, steeped in crimson shame
"Drink," he crooned, "and taste delight
Forget your burdens, embrace the...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#night
#religion
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 5:49pm
17th Nov 2024 5:49pm
A Wrongness In The Room
What's that thing at night
Click click clicking on the floor
The smell of rot and blight
Brimstone odor of kingdoms nevermore
Voice calling from the window sill
A reverberance on the air
If only fright would quickly kill
Relief from a nightmare
Speech of damned mimicry
What could be that thing
Noise which should not be
Silent steps and scratching pangs
Silhouette of unnatural shape
Mocking creation's throne
Visions of murder...
Click click clicking on the floor
The smell of rot and blight
Brimstone odor of kingdoms nevermore
Voice calling from the window sill
A reverberance on the air
If only fright would quickly kill
Relief from a nightmare
Speech of damned mimicry
What could be that thing
Noise which should not be
Silent steps and scratching pangs
Silhouette of unnatural shape
Mocking creation's throne
Visions of murder...
#dark
#death
#evil
#fear
#night
69 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
16th Nov 2024 3:38pm
Cimmerian Covenant
Beneath yon vault where moonlight wanes
And shadows carve their ancient reigns
There gather forms of nameless might
In halls of stone, bereft of light
Pillars rise like spectres tall
Adorned with masks that gaze o’er all
Their lips in silence, secrets keep
Where mortal tongues dare not to speak
Each autarch veiled in sable guise
With marbled flesh and sightless eyes
Doth weave a pact in whispered breath
A vow to bind both life and death
No trumpet sounds, no mortal sees
This covenant in stygian seas
Where...
And shadows carve their ancient reigns
There gather forms of nameless might
In halls of stone, bereft of light
Pillars rise like spectres tall
Adorned with masks that gaze o’er all
Their lips in silence, secrets keep
Where mortal tongues dare not to speak
Each autarch veiled in sable guise
With marbled flesh and sightless eyes
Doth weave a pact in whispered breath
A vow to bind both life and death
No trumpet sounds, no mortal sees
This covenant in stygian seas
Where...
#dark
#earth
#night
#shadows
#universe
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2024 3:31pm
16th Nov 2024 3:31pm
Ghash Angmar-ghâsh
Ghash Nazg, Urûk goth snaga
Thrak-lat thrûg thrakatulûk
Durbûrz Angmar, glob mâkhnû!
Ash âgulûrz, krimp durz agh dûr
Lûg-glob nâtûrz ob búrz
Burzûm thrâk agh dûmûrz ghash!
Angmar goth-ghâsh ûk lat kâlûrz
Lûgûrz agh thrûrz, gimbat thrakat
Bûrz Angmar! Burzum tûrz!
Agh krimpatum agh thrâkatum, lûg goth dûr
Ash durbatulûk agh krash snaga
Angmar ghash, goth-narûk!
Thrak-lat thrûg thrakatulûk
Durbûrz Angmar, glob mâkhnû!
Ash âgulûrz, krimp durz agh dûr
Lûg-glob nâtûrz ob búrz
Burzûm thrâk agh dûmûrz ghash!
Angmar goth-ghâsh ûk lat kâlûrz
Lûgûrz agh thrûrz, gimbat thrakat
Bûrz Angmar! Burzum tûrz!
Agh krimpatum agh thrâkatum, lûg goth dûr
Ash durbatulûk agh krash snaga
Angmar ghash, goth-narûk!
#dark
#evil
#fiction
#hate
#JRRTolkien
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
Hear It Calling
Beneath the loam, where silence breeds
A shadow stirs in restless plight
I buried him, my crime unheeds
Yet feel his clawing in the night
His voice, a rasp through fetid air
A specter’s hymn, a curse untamed
It bids me down the stairs in despair
Yet no tongue speaks the damned unnamed
Scratch, scratch beneath the floor’s tight grain
The boards do shudder at his call
Each groan and creak becomes a chain
That binds my soul to rise and fall
The grave exhales its rancid breath
A miasma cold, my guilt laid bare ...
A shadow stirs in restless plight
I buried him, my crime unheeds
Yet feel his clawing in the night
His voice, a rasp through fetid air
A specter’s hymn, a curse untamed
It bids me down the stairs in despair
Yet no tongue speaks the damned unnamed
Scratch, scratch beneath the floor’s tight grain
The boards do shudder at his call
Each groan and creak becomes a chain
That binds my soul to rise and fall
The grave exhales its rancid breath
A miasma cold, my guilt laid bare ...
#death
#narrative
#night
#nightmares
#shadows
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
15th Nov 2024 1:40pm
Whistling In The Woods
Oh, don’t go whistlin’ in the woods at night
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
When the trees stand still and the moon ain’t right
There’s a voice that calls, but it ain’t your kin
And the thing that answers don’t wear no skin
What’s that draggin’, heavy on the leaves?
A sound like chains, or broken eaves?
It hums my tune, it mocks my name
But its voice is wrong—it ain’t the same
Yonder yellow grin in the shadow’s maw
Eyes too wide, a gaping flaw
It stares me down, it don’t draw near
Just waits and grins, feeds on my fear
Oh, run, my child, but...
#dark
#forest
#moon
#night
#scary
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