Submissions by ThePalestRider
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by the Boreal and fueled by the blistering.
Putrefying
In quiet earth, the hushed decay
The whispering soil that takes away
A symphony of flesh unwound
To feed the roots below the ground
A slow unthreading of life's seam
A slipping into death’s soft dream
The bloom of dusk in pallid skin
A canvas drawn with veins grown thin
The marrow’s sigh, the sinew’s rest
The bones laid bare in their final test
A crimson river stills to clay
As warmth and breath are stripped away
A banquet for the smallest guest
The life that feasts on life’s last vest
Silent mouths with unseen...
The whispering soil that takes away
A symphony of flesh unwound
To feed the roots below the ground
A slow unthreading of life's seam
A slipping into death’s soft dream
The bloom of dusk in pallid skin
A canvas drawn with veins grown thin
The marrow’s sigh, the sinew’s rest
The bones laid bare in their final test
A crimson river stills to clay
As warmth and breath are stripped away
A banquet for the smallest guest
The life that feasts on life’s last vest
Silent mouths with unseen...
#death
#fate
#happiness #shadows
#happiness #shadows
85 reads
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His Chief Servant
His rise began in whispered blight
From cold Angmar’s shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
From cold Angmar’s shadowed height
A realm of stone, of frost and fear
Where none could see and none could hear
The Witch-King, veiled in spectral might
Led forth his legions through the night
With iron will and malice deep
He stirred the North from haunted sleep
The petty kings and wayward lords
He broke beneath his cursed swords
With cunning plans and cruel delight
He set the North ablaze with fright
First came the fall of Rhudaur’s keep
Its towers shorn, its barrows deep
The...
#epic
#JRRTolkien
#narrative
#rhyming
#witches
75 reads
1 Comment
Apocalyptic Genesis
In the dim of creation's mournful sigh
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
As stars retreat from heaven's eye
The watchers stand in spectral line
Bearing the weight of ending time
The firmament bends, the sky is torn
For Genesis lies dead and worn
A warrior clad in shadowed steel
Grips a sword that once could heal
He guards no gate, no light to keep
His purpose lost, his vigil deep
His eyes once fierce now dark and grim
For all is lost that once was him
The herald, silent by his horn
No trumpet calls the new day born
His lips sealed tight, his...
#apocalypse
#curse
#fate
#mythology
#SixWordStory
117 reads
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Lost Kings and Skeletal Crowns
In halls where time doth cease to tread
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
Where stone and silence keep the dead
A throne room sits in shadow’s keep
Where ancient kings eternal sleep
Their crowns of rust, their robes of dust
Long turned to ash, long broke in trust
They sit on thrones of crumbled might
Enshrouded deep in endless night
The air hangs thick with death’s cold breath
A realm untouched by life or death
No whisper stirs, no flicker’s glow
Just dark that swallows all below
The chandeliers,...
#dark
#ghosts
#mythology
#rhyming
#shadows
86 reads
2 Comments
Of The Bowels of the Earth
Beneath the stones where silence keeps
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
In ancient vaults where daylight sleeps
There stirs a breath, a whispered wail
A shiver cold, a visage pale
The earth doth groan in muffled sighs
As something wakes with hollow eyes
A creeping dread, a blackened tide
That stirs the bones of those who died
It slithers slow through cracks unseen
A shadow cast on shadow's sheen
The touch of night, the cold embrace
Of spectres lost to time and space
Eldritch whispers claw the...
#curse
#dark
#death
#shadows
#silence
100 reads
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A Steed From Nowhere
The dim yellow light in the kitchen flickers with an erratic and unearthly dance, casting elongated shadows that writhe and twist with unnatural animation. The fire's uncertain glow only deepens the oppressive atmosphere, magnifying the dark, malignant presence that lingers just beyond the threshold of perception. The cigarette smolders in the ashtray, its tendrils of smoke curling upwards as if bearing the heavy weight of the detective’s dread and despair.
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
The kitchen, once a refuge of warmth and familiarity, now exudes an air of suffocating malevolence. The peeling floral wallpaper,...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#narrative
#shadows
70 reads
1 Comment
Diabolical Oculus
They walk behind with stolen tread
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
A mirror’s shade of pallid dread
No breath to speak, no eye to see
Yet mock the soul in mockery
They stalk the steps where shadows creep
And haunt the corners dark and deep
With hollow eyes and voiceless call
They mimic life, yet not at all
By Babylon's rivers, dark and wide
They steal the visions prophets cried
Like Jeremiah’s weeping scroll
They haunt the pathways of the soul
They carry words like whispers thin
With hints of wrath and hidden sin
Each gesture wrong, each smile askew...
#dark
#ghosts
#gothic
#rhyming
#symbolism
136 reads
1 Comment
Steel Talons
In lands afar, where sun doth blaze
And heathen shadows mar the days
There rose a cry, a trumpet's sound
To cleanse the earth, to hallow ground
With banners high and swords aloft
They march'd in steel, their hearts full soft
To lands where blood like rivers flow'd
And faith in Christ the path bestow'd
The iron tide did sweep the plain
As lion's roar and lion's mane
With crosses red on armor bright
They claim’d the lands by holy might
Yet in the dusk where serpents hide
The sins of men did there abide
In blood and...
And heathen shadows mar the days
There rose a cry, a trumpet's sound
To cleanse the earth, to hallow ground
With banners high and swords aloft
They march'd in steel, their hearts full soft
To lands where blood like rivers flow'd
And faith in Christ the path bestow'd
The iron tide did sweep the plain
As lion's roar and lion's mane
With crosses red on armor bright
They claim’d the lands by holy might
Yet in the dusk where serpents hide
The sins of men did there abide
In blood and...
#death
#greed
#soldiers #suffering
#soldiers #suffering
54 reads
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A Body Ravaged
Beneath the moon’s unblinking eye
Where shadows coil and secrets lie
The circle drawn in ashen white
A dance of flesh, a whispered rite
The air is thick with iron’s scent
A hymn to pain, a heart’s lament
The veil of night drapes cold and thin
A shiver crawls beneath the skin
The watchers chant with breath held tight
A dirge of loss, an endless night
In hands they clutch the tools of sin
The silver keen, the serpent’s grin
No cries, no screams, just muffled sighs ...
Where shadows coil and secrets lie
The circle drawn in ashen white
A dance of flesh, a whispered rite
The air is thick with iron’s scent
A hymn to pain, a heart’s lament
The veil of night drapes cold and thin
A shiver crawls beneath the skin
The watchers chant with breath held tight
A dirge of loss, an endless night
In hands they clutch the tools of sin
The silver keen, the serpent’s grin
No cries, no screams, just muffled sighs ...
#dark
#gothic
#historical #rhyming
#historical #rhyming
108 reads
1 Comment
Autumn Stones and Bloody Pools
The autumn stones lie cold and strewn
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
'Neath bloodied pools that blush at moon
Where crimson leaves like whispers fall
And shadows dance 'gainst ancient wall
In pools that catch the twilight’s glow
The blood of rites long lost doth flow
A nameless hymn to gods of yore
To demons' dark, to spirits’ lore
By jagged rocks and sylvan’s end
Where tempests break and branches bend
There lurks the spawn of Namtar's breath
Who weaves his curses strong as death
The night is...
#curse
#devil
#mythology #rhyming
#mythology #rhyming
76 reads
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Of Where it Goes
Where do my thoughts drift in the gloom?
The clock ticks slow, yet faster still
My trembling hands seek out the kill
Does this shroud become my tomb?
Where do my whispers hide from light?
In shadows deep where secrets swell
A chilling tale no tongue could tell
A dance with fear and where is sight?
Where does my heart find its repose?
'Midst tangled woods where shadows leer
A distant scream I cannot hear
A veil of night where nothing grows?
Where does my soul wander, untamed?
The grip of darkness holds...
The clock ticks slow, yet faster still
My trembling hands seek out the kill
Does this shroud become my tomb?
Where do my whispers hide from light?
In shadows deep where secrets swell
A chilling tale no tongue could tell
A dance with fear and where is sight?
Where does my heart find its repose?
'Midst tangled woods where shadows leer
A distant scream I cannot hear
A veil of night where nothing grows?
Where does my soul wander, untamed?
The grip of darkness holds...
#dark
#death
#rhyming #shadows
#rhyming #shadows
80 reads
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Carpathian Noble
Surrounded by an aura’s gentle light
Yet shadows deep doth watch with hungry eye
In secret, biding time till waning night
And softly whispers, “Come, sweet dark, draw nigh.”
“Mournful night, thou art a siren’s call
Thy sable beauty doth my soul enthrall
I feel thy breath upon mine pallid skin
A tempest stirred in darkness deep within.”
An angel once, now tethered by desire
His noble heart consumed by shadow’s fire
Bewitched by whispers drifting on the...
Yet shadows deep doth watch with hungry eye
In secret, biding time till waning night
And softly whispers, “Come, sweet dark, draw nigh.”
“Mournful night, thou art a siren’s call
Thy sable beauty doth my soul enthrall
I feel thy breath upon mine pallid skin
A tempest stirred in darkness deep within.”
An angel once, now tethered by desire
His noble heart consumed by shadow’s fire
Bewitched by whispers drifting on the...
#dark
#gothic
#narrative #rhyming
#narrative #rhyming
70 reads
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