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Ramblings of Mr. Maurice
Category Archives: poetry
Dark Muse
I’ve plumbed the depths of darkest mire
Drug back hellish creatures with twisted tongues
And scrawled the words with blood and fire
That bellowed from their blackened lungs
Words that wiggle like a maggot or worm
Or creep and crawl on nimble spider legs
Into the mind they scurry and squirm
To spin their webs and deposit their eggs
Once they’ve infected they hatch and spread
And grow into creatures corrupt and vile
They taunt and haunt and spew their dread
Sleek and shadowy with bewitching guile
Too late to change the fate they’ve wrought
Too awed to stand against their might
Too shocked to fathom what they’ve brought
And much too scared to put up a fight
Their infernal words have come to blight
And by my conjuring I’m to blame
For I’m the wizard of the terrible night
Who knows each creature by its name
Time and Death
Eyes that grope the haunted cowl
And strokes the strings of a thin lined scowl
Unruly jest made with gleeful mock
And howls the strain of a ticking clock
You slinking wraith that moans and sighs
And whispers laughs through hated cries
The clunking clank of weighted toils
The clotted filth of graveyard soils
Wincing faces of Time and Death
Marked in rasps and ticking breath
Till the final knell rings loud and clear
And the death rattle echoes with every tear
Oh sweet life that has burned so bright
And flickered long with ghostly light
What sad charm we recall to sight
The melancholy affair that conjures night
Soliloquy of the Torturer
How shall I burden thee thou vacant shell?
Whose forlorn spirit can no longer in thee dwell
Abused, contused, such a shredded form
That shirks thy joy beyond the blighted norm
Confused, misused, rebuking clotted clay
Can no longer cower like the dogged prey
O’ how they used to dance upon thy skin
Tools of torture that cajoled blood within
A sanguine medley of raucous outpouring
Thy melodies took to air and then went soaring
That delightful voice so full of passion
That stirred emotions in a poignant fashion
Thy pleading crescendo that wrenched my heart
Hath sang its encore and fled the part
With nary a credit to the conductors skill
Without whose flair to thy struggling will
Would not have brought such fiery drive
To a tedious creature just barely alive
With distressing sorrow I bid adieux
For another apt instrument awaits my cue
The Will-O’-The-Wisp
Lying listless on a lonely, loam lake shore
Framed by fog and the bitter, brine bog air
Curse the cruel fangs of fate that flung me here
My body beaten down by the black brood of despair
T’would take a thousand years to tell the tale
Of the madness, misery, and mischievous calamity
And I pray not ponder upon my past hell
Lest I beat my brain from my brow in insanity
Then lo, I spy through the gloom a green, glowing globe
Floating, flying, bouncing, and bobbing right at me
Too weak to worry with rising to run
I anxiously await its arrival and abhor the agony
What would it want with a wretch with no will?
Then it howled by my head and halted and hovered
And an enigmatic energy possessed my person
Slowly sinking; subsumed, consumed and now covered
I cheated in a couple of places with spelling, but these were still fun to write.
Enclosure
ENCLOSURE
Nothing gets out, nothing gets iN
Confined within space specifiC
Locked up body and souL
Open up! The answer’s nO
Stripped of freedom’s blisS
Unable to break thrU
Release me! The answer’s neveR
ENCLOSURE
Alphabetic Explanation of the Undead
A Beetle Clawing Dirt Entered Forgotten Graves. He, Incidentally, Just Krept Last Month Near Other Places Quite Radioactively Saturated. This Unusual Visitor Would X-plain Your Zombies.
Ode to the Moon
Come join us, won’t you?
Take part
With festive heart
With dancing feet
To a restless beat
Sing
An ode to the Moon
A plump, pudgy, corpulent Moon
The kind that makes lovers swoon
Just right for a honeymoon
Makes ocean tides swell
Drives wolves to yell
The kind that silhouettes a witch
Or makes a lycanthrope twitch
Oh fullest Moon
So golden clad
So voluminous
So luminous
Yet daytime hath forbad
So magisterial
So ethereal
To it magic cannot add
How is it that you drive
A sane man mad?
Danse Macabre
Shades are shaping
And shapes are shifting
Through faint glowing mist
Ghosts are drifting
Their floating forms
Fills the air
Moaning laments
Of woe and despair
This Danse Macabre
That wends it way
To the Potter’s Field
Where Death holds sway
Forked tongue wizards
Spewing spells
They draw their venom
From necromantic wells
Lurid faced witches
Cavorting nude
Their laughter foul
And their dances lewd
Decaying features
Mottled skins
Rotted flesh
And skeletal grins
Ghastly ghouls
And gory beasts
Great horned monsters
Who’ve come to feast
The graveyard pageant
The writhing throng
Suddenly ceases
At the rumbling gong
The dead have risen
At their master’s calling
But to their knees
They now are falling
Amongst the dankest dark
A tolling fills the gloom
Every creature halts to hark
The approaching Lord of Doom
Clanging clong of iron bell
Precedes his stately tread
Everything that hears the knell
Bows to the King of the Dead
The Haunters of Autumn
Oh how they cower in dark little places
Fear etches haunted looks on their faces
They scamper and scurry to avoid the light
Only come out to play under cover of night
Their eyes glow like candles flickering in wind
And the rustling of leaves is the sound of their skin
You cannot catch them for they’ve already fled
They cannot be killed for they’re already dead
You’ll hear them whisper from shadowy wood
As the Haunters of Autumn send chills through the blood
The airs of October carry their voices
Half-heard gigglings and other strange noises
A whisper behind you that drifts through the air
Tells you their presence is about you somewhere
What are these creatures that haunt the gloom
Mocking and stalking with portents of doom?
The woods are alive with their tittering taunts
You walk alone on one of your nightly jaunts
Hearing your shrieks over the darkening plane
As the Haunters of Autumn leave you cold and insane
Visions of the Dark 