Submissions by ThePalestRider
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Inspired by the Boreal and fueled by the blistering.
A Plague of The Blood
Hiding behind these castle gates
The peasantry left to crueler fates
Mounting piles of the nameless dead
While within, we prosper, well-fed
Let the wretched masses die
And let their lifeless corpses lie
Crimson rivers endlessly flow
From orifices where the red devil shows
The maroon death leaves its cursed mark
Counting breaths till light turns dark
But here, within these hallowed walls
We scoff as the outside world falls
Among my noble peers, I confide
We’re safe, immune to the strife outside
Let the...
The peasantry left to crueler fates
Mounting piles of the nameless dead
While within, we prosper, well-fed
Let the wretched masses die
And let their lifeless corpses lie
Crimson rivers endlessly flow
From orifices where the red devil shows
The maroon death leaves its cursed mark
Counting breaths till light turns dark
But here, within these hallowed walls
We scoff as the outside world falls
Among my noble peers, I confide
We’re safe, immune to the strife outside
Let the...
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#fear
#illness
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A Day Without Sun
I despise this wretched place
Where the sky forever heralds light
Sunbeams scorch and burn my face
A relentless, golden blight
I yearn for cold shade
The solace of shadowed rule
Umbral waters I'd wade
Immersed in its Cimmerian pool
I pray for the sun’s dying breath
For Nox to reign and smother more
Yet I know I plead in vain with death
This battle is lost, this endless war
From this cursed, red-dusted soil
I call to the night for its start
To end this gleaming, sky-lit boil
Return my race's starborne...
Where the sky forever heralds light
Sunbeams scorch and burn my face
A relentless, golden blight
I yearn for cold shade
The solace of shadowed rule
Umbral waters I'd wade
Immersed in its Cimmerian pool
I pray for the sun’s dying breath
For Nox to reign and smother more
Yet I know I plead in vain with death
This battle is lost, this endless war
From this cursed, red-dusted soil
I call to the night for its start
To end this gleaming, sky-lit boil
Return my race's starborne...
#astronomy
#dawn
#hate
#night
#sun
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Haunted Flurries
I sit by death’s cold door
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
A certain expiration date
Soon from here, I’ll be no more
Solemnly resigned to fate
Winter winds cold as old sin
Frost blooms on glassy panes
Ice and snow asking to be let in
Blanketing the frozen lanes
I dwell on winters long since passed
On sins and sorrow, deep and raw
Lives traded, cut short too fast
By the flick of pen and manmade law
The scene obscures in icy gales
Thoughts dissolve in the pale frost
What’s this shadow, thin and frail?
A sight that leaves my stomach...
#dark
#evil
#ghosts
#morality
#regret
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Mausoleum By Torchlight
How they were found by grey-streaked dawn
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
Lily-white necks bent, the shape of a swan
Pierced and drained of life's red humors
A cursed feast spawning foul rumors
Coffins filled, both large and small
Death’s shadow looms this late fall
Sent below to marble gates
Sealed by angels, resigned to fate
Beneath copper roofs, I sit and brood
Consumed by thoughts both dark and crude
To ponder death’s foul, silent breath
How swiftly they succumbed to death
Madness churns; I...
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#murder
#night
83 reads
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Sanguine Thirsts
I see through the whispering breeze
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
A shadow creeping through the trees
Not so much as a sound
Yet nothing living to be found
Like a pen drained of ink
Longing for crimson drink
Centuries of ravenous thirst
Fangs mark the damned and cursed
The stench of the grave’s earthen bed
Stirs the restless dead
Eyes fixate on virgin breast
The pulsing heart beneath the chest
Where scarlet rivers freely flow
Dawns the hour of the crow
Oh, what horrors...
#death
#evil
#murder
#night
#shadows
88 reads
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Bloody Spires
The shadowed spires that pierce the gloom
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
Midnight’s veil doth shroud the trembling earth
Lords of blood with vengeance sealed in doom
Engage in rites that scorn their noble birth
Their rapiers glint with cruel and fleeting light
Each thrust a dirge, each parry fate’s cruel jest
The winds do howl the heavens mourn their plight
As blades find flesh and rage consumes the breast
“Have at thee, cur!” the elder cries in wrath
His voice a thunder on the still, cold air
“For honor’s stain, thou shalt not leave this path
Thy life...
#conflict
#dark
#death
#gothic
#revenge
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Shadowed Arts
Beneath the pall of moonless ebon skies
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
Where tombs lie sundered by unholy will
A sorcery of black and fetid ties
Awakens whispers in the midnight chill
O necromancy, art of dread and gloom
Thy eldritch chords resound in cryptic halls
Thy power rends the sanctity of tomb
And calls the dead from Death’s eternal thralls
The charnel wind doth howl thy cursed name
Charcoaled woods where lifeless phantoms creep
Thy servants tread on bones now burnt by flame
While shadows writhe as if they wake from sleep
The rites thou...
#curse
#dark
#death
#graveyard
#magic
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The Smell of Fear
Ah, the perfume of terror, thick and sweet!
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
It coils, invisible tendrils in the air
A fragrant hymn to my ravenous heat
A banquet drawn from mortal despair
It rises, oh, it rises, from quaking flesh
That wretched vessel of trembling clay
Trembling breath makes the essence fresh
As their spirits rot and minds decay
I scent it now, that nectar, that prize
A symphony writ in the notes of dread
It speaks to me in their widening eyes
Where shadows dwell and hope has fled
Oh, how it lingers, how it taints the breeze ...
#dark
#evil
#fear
#horror
#monsters
84 reads
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A Grove By The Gate
Sigh of night's eternal breath
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
Shadowed leaves, whispered secrets play
A grove lies still enwreathed in living death
Its ancient boughs eclipsing moonlit sway
There, 'mid the glade, a well of blackened stone
Its depths unplumbed, its waters dark as grief
Hums a tune in voices not its own
A mournful hymn beneath the verdant thief
Yet by the grove a gate of lambent gold
Illumined bright against the umbral tide
Stands sentinel, its mysteries untold
A beacon’s gleam where wandering shades abide
The well and gate—two...
#dark
#earth
#environment
#fiction
#night
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And The Devil Wept
How art thou fallen, O Sin, my fairest blight
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
Once crowned with guile now rended by thine own!
Thy venom turns upon thyself in spite
And leaves me wailing on my burning throne
O treacherous spawn of my infernal flame
Why dost thou feast upon thy tainted kin?
Thy hunger knows no end, nor heeds my claim
For thou art thine own foe, O cursed Sin!
Behold the ruin wrought by thine own lust
Each vice devours the seed that gave it birth
Pride's lofty tower crumbles into dust
By envy’s claws and wrath that scorches earth
...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#morality
#religion
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Shaped by Shadow, Touched by Flame
Beneath the heavens rent with crimson flare
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
Where wrathful fire danced a searing hymn
I stood amidst the blaze my spirit bare
And felt its touch consume me, limb by limb
Yet lo, the shadows coiled with dark embrace
Their whispered counsel deepened in my soul
They carved their mark a labyrinthine trace
And bade me rise anew complete and whole
O fire, thou art a cruel and mighty forge
Yet shadows craft the edges flame doth miss
Where searing tongues of gold and ember gorge
The shade bestows its fatal and silent kiss
...
#fire
#learning
#SelfReflection
#shadows
#silence
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Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
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