ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 11:16pm
17th Sep 2024 11:16pm
Chambers of Elation
Harken days of saurian kings
Blood flows from celestial rings
To smother triumph and loss
Ascension on a coin toss
Dead rocks hurling through space
Testaments of a failed race
Chasing the path of glory
Now a forgotten story
Tombs and anointed pages
Words from forgotten sages
Construct of abomination
Purified and diabolical sanitation
Planting the shades seeds
Bones that still bleed
Reclaimers of primordial sin
...
Blood flows from celestial rings
To smother triumph and loss
Ascension on a coin toss
Dead rocks hurling through space
Testaments of a failed race
Chasing the path of glory
Now a forgotten story
Tombs and anointed pages
Words from forgotten sages
Construct of abomination
Purified and diabolical sanitation
Planting the shades seeds
Bones that still bleed
Reclaimers of primordial sin
...
#curse
#evolution
#shadows
#stars
#universe
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 6:59pm
13th Sep 2024 6:59pm
Friday the 13th
Friday the Thirteenth is an especially unlucky day
Twelve witches are necessary for a meeting,
plus the Devil equals thirteen,
and they always meet on Friday
The combination of Friday, a generally unlucky day,
with thirteen, an especially unlucky number,
can be terrifying
Stay home, lock your doors and don't have any black cats or ladders nearby.
Twelve witches are necessary for a meeting,
plus the Devil equals thirteen,
and they always meet on Friday
The combination of Friday, a generally unlucky day,
with thirteen, an especially unlucky number,
can be terrifying
Stay home, lock your doors and don't have any black cats or ladders nearby.
#anxiety
#curse
#dark #magic
#dark #magic
126 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 6:22am
13th Sep 2024 6:22am
Ancient Pact of Iron
Through argent smoke and sigil’s glow
The iron spirits writhe in pain
Summoned forth from the deep below
Through rites of ash and binding chain
The magus chants with fervent zeal
Inscribed in glyphs of ancient lore
His voice a key, the arcane seal
To bend the wraiths and bar the door
Through spheres of Netzach’s twisted light
They coil ‘round rods of mystic lead
In shadows black as endless night
The rites are carved, the spirits bled
Unseen currents of ether pull...
The iron spirits writhe in pain
Summoned forth from the deep below
Through rites of ash and binding chain
The magus chants with fervent zeal
Inscribed in glyphs of ancient lore
His voice a key, the arcane seal
To bend the wraiths and bar the door
Through spheres of Netzach’s twisted light
They coil ‘round rods of mystic lead
In shadows black as endless night
The rites are carved, the spirits bled
Unseen currents of ether pull...
#curse
#magic
#mythology
#sacrifice
#spiritual
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:17pm
7th Sep 2024 5:17pm
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
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
7th Sep 2024 4:27am
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
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
6th Sep 2024 5:11pm
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
68 reads
1 Comment
Vortex32167
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 2:36pm
4th Sep 2024 2:36pm
The day before tomorrow
Another day, another memory.
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
Bleek, dark and mostly grey.
Probably the same day tomorrow,
The same day as yesterday.
Those days seem colourless and lifeless.
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing too look forward to,
A life on repeat, a lifetime, gone.
This day may be the same as the last.
Tomorrow could be the same as well.
What is the point? I’m counting the hours until midnight.
And when the dawn arrives it is still my barren hell.
Would I dare to call this living?
It may be my existence from yesterday until...
#curse
#despair
#emptiness
#hell
#sadness
102 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 3:42am
3rd Sep 2024 3:42am
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
74 reads
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BrokenHierophant
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
20th Aug 2024 1:22am
Bad End
#curse
#death
#dystopian
#sacrifice
#temptation
56 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 4:29pm
19th Aug 2024 4:29pm
Draugr
Held tight by midnight's grip
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
Rotted flesh packs long ships
Coming from where frost bites
Storied bones lost to light
Yggdrasil’s root to Hel’s dark gate
Bound by wyrd, the Norns' cruel fate
Runes adorn the burial stone
Heralding a trove of restless bones
Tattered banners and olden grounds
What lurks beneath the mounds?
Empty eyes devoid of Niflheim’s mist
Jormungandr's venom kissed
Desecrate Asgard's hallowed halls
Death of worlds the gods...
#curse
#magic
#mythology
#narrative
#pagan
72 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 5:34pm
19th Jul 2024 5:34pm
Stardust Serenade
Beneath the cosmic canopy, we sway,
two souls lined in stardust’s gentle waltz.
The constellations hum their ancient lay,
and galaxies, like lovers, share their vaults.
Our hearts, celestial bodies, beat in time,
a rhythm spun from quasars’ fiery glow.
In nebulae, our dreams begin to climb
and meteor flowers trace our whispered flow.
The Milky Way, our ballroom vast and grand,
its spiral arms embrace our fleeting grace.
We pirouette through interstellar sand
leaving comet trails across bed and linen.
And...
two souls lined in stardust’s gentle waltz.
The constellations hum their ancient lay,
and galaxies, like lovers, share their vaults.
Our hearts, celestial bodies, beat in time,
a rhythm spun from quasars’ fiery glow.
In nebulae, our dreams begin to climb
and meteor flowers trace our whispered flow.
The Milky Way, our ballroom vast and grand,
its spiral arms embrace our fleeting grace.
We pirouette through interstellar sand
leaving comet trails across bed and linen.
And...
#curse
#ghosts
#love
#mirror
#sky
145 reads
11 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 9:06pm
8th Jul 2024 9:06pm
13
In August of 1913 an 18 year old crewman named Nick O' Teen lost his life during a routine water-tight drill on board the King Arthur. He was crushed to death while trying to slip under Door 13 as the hatchway was closing.
#curse
#death
#fiction #satirical
#fiction #satirical
69 reads
3 Comments
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