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Wendy's Wishing Well
I like you Wendy I always did
From when I was a little kid
For decades now I thought of you
Of all the things that I would do
Like set a trap for us to meet
To snatch you from a darkened street
And drive you to a distant farm
Where everyday you’ll come to harm
I take your clothes and leave you bare
With just regret for you to wear
Down in a deep abandoned well
Awaits for you a horrid smell
A dark and cold secluded pit
There’s biting flies that never quit
It’s where I dump the mammals’ waste
And other things you’ll get to taste
You will go mad down in the hole
The passing years will take its toll
Nothing Wendy can set you free
Only vengeance appeals to me
I do recall some time ago
I asked you out but you said no
For months I begged for just one date
When you said no you sealed your fate
All women since always said no
You were the first I want you to know
Revenge has come to claim its turn
The joys of pain you soon will learn
Filthy vermin gnaw at your skin
By the hundreds I pour them in
You scream and jump as rats advance
I play soft music and watch you dance
Like an animal without a soul
You thrash around with no control
On broken glass you get to rest
Where hungry rats have made a nest
I like to see how slow you bleed
And just how fast the rats can feed
Your blood and vomit serve as your bath
A disgusting scene that makes me laugh
Wet excrement runs down the walls
With guts and flesh that often crawls
At the bottom there is no light
Just crying sounds of sheer delight
Giant roaches will be your food
Tasty maggots might boost your mood
I lower down your favorite drink
Sewer water with spit I think
You make demands to let you out
How beautiful to hear you shout
Pray for mercy then beg and plead
Your God’s right here I’m all you need
Tell me Wendy if pain is real
When I say no how does it feel
I know you’ll make a special pet
Filled with memories I won’t forget
Tomorrow night I’ll kill your mom
Your dad is next so just stay calm
I’ll torture them before they die
And make you watch but please don’t cry
Then drop them both in naked form
Down in with you to keep you warm
All those you love will not survive
They’ll join you here while you’re alive
Above the pit hung by her feet
Your sister’s screams are really sweet
I’ll cut her down before she’s dead
But what will fall is just her head
All hope is lost as is your mind
Humanity you’ll never find
Sometimes Wendy a wish comes true
I got my wish I wished for you
Inspired by Wendy.
Oh, what could have been.
From when I was a little kid
For decades now I thought of you
Of all the things that I would do
Like set a trap for us to meet
To snatch you from a darkened street
And drive you to a distant farm
Where everyday you’ll come to harm
I take your clothes and leave you bare
With just regret for you to wear
Down in a deep abandoned well
Awaits for you a horrid smell
A dark and cold secluded pit
There’s biting flies that never quit
It’s where I dump the mammals’ waste
And other things you’ll get to taste
You will go mad down in the hole
The passing years will take its toll
Nothing Wendy can set you free
Only vengeance appeals to me
I do recall some time ago
I asked you out but you said no
For months I begged for just one date
When you said no you sealed your fate
All women since always said no
You were the first I want you to know
Revenge has come to claim its turn
The joys of pain you soon will learn
Filthy vermin gnaw at your skin
By the hundreds I pour them in
You scream and jump as rats advance
I play soft music and watch you dance
Like an animal without a soul
You thrash around with no control
On broken glass you get to rest
Where hungry rats have made a nest
I like to see how slow you bleed
And just how fast the rats can feed
Your blood and vomit serve as your bath
A disgusting scene that makes me laugh
Wet excrement runs down the walls
With guts and flesh that often crawls
At the bottom there is no light
Just crying sounds of sheer delight
Giant roaches will be your food
Tasty maggots might boost your mood
I lower down your favorite drink
Sewer water with spit I think
You make demands to let you out
How beautiful to hear you shout
Pray for mercy then beg and plead
Your God’s right here I’m all you need
Tell me Wendy if pain is real
When I say no how does it feel
I know you’ll make a special pet
Filled with memories I won’t forget
Tomorrow night I’ll kill your mom
Your dad is next so just stay calm
I’ll torture them before they die
And make you watch but please don’t cry
Then drop them both in naked form
Down in with you to keep you warm
All those you love will not survive
They’ll join you here while you’re alive
Above the pit hung by her feet
Your sister’s screams are really sweet
I’ll cut her down before she’s dead
But what will fall is just her head
All hope is lost as is your mind
Humanity you’ll never find
Sometimes Wendy a wish comes true
I got my wish I wished for you
Inspired by Wendy.
Oh, what could have been.
Published 9th Feb 2013
| Edited 26th Feb 2013
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9th Feb 2013 7:49pm
holy crap....this scared the $@#% outta me. i love to be scared. this is extremely dark and i love it well done well done #applause
9th Feb 2013 8:33pm
Wow Mourningcloak, very sinister indeed, this would make a great base for a horror movie, such vivid gruesome imagery. Excellent work.
9th Feb 2013 10:59pm
Shudder-worthy indeed.
A pen after the macabre
side of my own heart,
very well written too.
Scribbler.
A pen after the macabre
side of my own heart,
very well written too.
Scribbler.
Anonymous
10th Feb 2013 1:47am
O.o woah. scary dude. like, reallyyyy scary. jeez, how can you make a poem rhyme so long? I can only do a couple of lines and then it dies off. yours last nicely, epic.
I loved these lines:
" Filthy vermin gnaw at your skin
By the hundreds I pour them in
You scream and jump as rats advance
I play soft music and watch you dance "
Cool pied piper reference.
You are an epic poet, and we all know it! Jeez...
*Still marveling over your haunting poem*
I loved these lines:
" Filthy vermin gnaw at your skin
By the hundreds I pour them in
You scream and jump as rats advance
I play soft music and watch you dance "
Cool pied piper reference.
You are an epic poet, and we all know it! Jeez...
*Still marveling over your haunting poem*
Anonymous
12th Feb 2013 2:33am
Really? Oh. lol. xD
Pshhh never too kind.
Pshhh never too kind.
10th Feb 2013 1:01pm
this is so fcked up! it's 12 am :( how am i going to sleep! :( well written but seriously creepy.
12th Feb 2013 5:26am
This made me alive again! I mean the epic play of words, stanza by stanza I am amazed, no day will pass all this makes blaze!
"I take your clothes and leave you bare
With just regret for you to wear"
"Giant roaches will be your food
Tasty maggots might boost your mood
I lower down your favorite drink
Sewer water with spit I think"
"Tomorrow night I’ll kill your mom
Your dad is next so just stay calm"
"I’ll cut her down before she’s dead
But what will fall is just her head"
I'm shocked and surprised and mystified and petrified and every other word I could think of. Though I pity Wendy's fate, this poem I so much like!
"I take your clothes and leave you bare
With just regret for you to wear"
"Giant roaches will be your food
Tasty maggots might boost your mood
I lower down your favorite drink
Sewer water with spit I think"
"Tomorrow night I’ll kill your mom
Your dad is next so just stay calm"
"I’ll cut her down before she’s dead
But what will fall is just her head"
I'm shocked and surprised and mystified and petrified and every other word I could think of. Though I pity Wendy's fate, this poem I so much like!
18th Feb 2013 4:26pm
Dear Mr Supreme Poet,
please could you dedicate your wonderful poem to either BT instead of Wendy...the Telecom Company that couldn't repair my line for 8 days...or 'shit T'...the crossed eyed little farmer who shot my telephone line in the first place and left me offline for 8 days?
Oh! and what a cool read and written with a smile I'll bet. Keep on rockin in this free world of DUP.
Terry
please could you dedicate your wonderful poem to either BT instead of Wendy...the Telecom Company that couldn't repair my line for 8 days...or 'shit T'...the crossed eyed little farmer who shot my telephone line in the first place and left me offline for 8 days?
Oh! and what a cool read and written with a smile I'll bet. Keep on rockin in this free world of DUP.
Terry
18th Feb 2013 7:43pm
my goodness, this is indeed remarkably gruesome... well done! to be honest, the first few stanzas reminded me bit of the film "The Silence of the Lambs", but the movie is a beloved favorite of mine.
Anonymous
19th Feb 2013 1:14pm
Gosh, deep.
Mourningcloak, you sure pulled the stops in this one, hey.
This is written so effortlessly...as if ...without trying...cos the flow, man...the flow is GOOD!
Please never quit yer pen, poet.
Thanks for sharing ;-)
Peace to ye, always.
Tidespotter
Mourningcloak, you sure pulled the stops in this one, hey.
This is written so effortlessly...as if ...without trying...cos the flow, man...the flow is GOOD!
Please never quit yer pen, poet.
Thanks for sharing ;-)
Peace to ye, always.
Tidespotter
20th Feb 2013 10:33pm
The best dark poem I've read that rhymed in a longgg time. You have the least forced poems I've read.
24th Feb 2013 00:16am
WOW! This is BRILLIANT!
I think this has got to be the most enjoyable poem I read on DU, hands down!
Creative, sinister and very descriptive.
This would make for a wonderful novel!
Beautifully Done!!!! xoxo
I think this has got to be the most enjoyable poem I read on DU, hands down!
Creative, sinister and very descriptive.
This would make for a wonderful novel!
Beautifully Done!!!! xoxo
14th Mar 2013 6:05pm
What a great reinterpretation of silence of the lambs, whether you meant to or not. The imagery alone... I bow to your plume.
My poetry may be simpler, and perhaps deeper at times, more enigmatic, but the way you create...
I wish I could do that.
I'm glad I found this site.
My poetry may be simpler, and perhaps deeper at times, more enigmatic, but the way you create...
I wish I could do that.
I'm glad I found this site.
15th Mar 2013 8:11am
great write mourningcloak! creepy but great haha how talented you are, your words so strong and the poem keeps a easy going flow all the way to the end, good poems draw strong emotions from the reader and whilst reading this i was absolutely terrified! :)
15th Mar 2013 8:12pm
This poem is a masterpiece! I was seeing the place, trying not to visualize Wendy but I had to. Your rhyming is so natural it has to be here. I don't know if the reader could stand the horror you depict if the rhyming was not there. The way you describe everything makes me feel that you had to be there yourself, that you could not have just conjured it up. Brillant.
23rd Mar 2013 7:20pm
You are so good at expressing your self this poem is truly exceptional
7th Apr 2013 4:13am
this seems like me and one of my poems where in this poem I'm the one in the well
7th Apr 2013 9:09am
You are much reservation here .Did not highlight personal help here to eternity maker .. And how to switch between the original and the source of the king of darkness .. And servants in the kingdom of darkness. May and perhaps have reasons .. You scan important figure of the poem .. Perhaps anger now made for dark king of darkness ..
24th May 2013 5:19pm
You are fucking twisted, grotesque, and haunting all in one. but right there, hidden inside the three, Is something so Beautiful, so true to itself, I cant help but admire every twisted thought and every grotesque image you provide me with. It's Haunting how you can make something so violent and vile so Beautiful and Wondrous. I Hope You Don't take this comment the wrong way, i really do find your writing to be amazing. in both beautiful and ugly ways. which, to me, are both beautiful in their own way.
Anonymous
29th Jun 2013 2:10am
This is easily one of my favourite poems.
16th Oct 2013 6:50pm
18th Oct 2013 3:32am
While I was reading this piece, I couldn't help but wonder why she would have said no? I mean, that is pure devotion!
She must be insane.
excellent poem
She must be insane.
excellent poem
3rd Nov 2013 6:23am
Damn, girl. I thought I thought dark shit. Nope. Not like you. Which is cool as shit, man. Seriously. So into you and I'm straight.
10th Dec 2013 4:42am
well, well. a dark and gruesome murder, i like it, let her rotting corpse be a lesson, love comes with a cost, depending on how much you care.
8th Mar 2014 5:17pm
Bone scathingly beautiful. A delicious slice of torturous delight.
The way the stanzas flow and merge is very talented. I enjoyed it a lot. :)
The way the stanzas flow and merge is very talented. I enjoyed it a lot. :)
