Least Read Poems About Horror

Hellhounds nipping at my heels, will I get away? I have seen the brilliance of heaven and the shadows of hell, but neither held any allure for me. In a haze of alcohol, I made a careless toast with a stranger, promising my soul for a taste of Bukowski’s infamy. I never imagined a demon would be eavesdropping on my drunken bravado. Let me recount the tale of why I abandoned whiskey. One night, after too much of it, I fell into a deep, restless sleep. I awoke to find myself in a strange, foreboding place. A demon, unmistakably so, stood before me. My eyes focused on a grim scene: a crematorium,...

Beneath the golden kiss of light
Where sunbeams trace their fleeting path
There lurks a dark, a yawning blight
A silent hymn of ancient wrath

No mortal eye may pierce its shroud
No hopeful gaze may see it clear
Yet whispers crawl, obscene, aloud
To haunt the soul and drown the ear

This shadow walks where light should reign
A maw of night where none may flee
It hums a dirge of binding chains
A dread that bends eternity

What lies beneath that veil so thin?  
What claws unseen reach through the air?  
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