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Ramblings of Mr. Maurice
Tag Archives: dark 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
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?
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 