Haikus of Horror and Fantasy

The Abbey in the Oakwood

Darkness falls deeply.
Hallowed ground never disturbed,
Lest the spirits rise.


Conan the Warrior

Blade drawn and battered,
Warrior's blood soaks the ground.
Death cannot find him.


No Escape

Cold hands tight on throat
Black grave no longer asleep,
now not so alone.


Red Sonja

Deep in thought she sits.
Cursed to suffer, blessed to kill
with strength in her heart.


Open Door

Door opened to light.
Blood trail shows a fools luck,
a door best kept shut.




A Tree of Snakes

A tree of snakes hiss
Undulating mass of skin
fall like leaves on me


The Clown

Painted red and white,
the clown smiles keenly at me
with teeth razor sharp.


Spider on My Arm

Delicate and soft,
the Spider walks up my arm,
witches good luck charm