måndag 31 oktober 2011

The Thirty-first Day of October in the Year of our Lord 2011

As the moon awakes this dark and gruesome night.
Shining slivers of silver,tearing light,ready to
illuminate your fright.

For tonight the monsters awaiting a feast
come out to play and dance-to seduce.
To breath life into the creatures
who your mind abuse.
And to tickle the nightmares-all to amuse.

The Beast looks out
over the wonders there is to behold.
Ready to take part in the fun,
about to unfold.

To see all horrors born from imagination,
Yours and Mine,
all stand in line in honour of the Great Samhain..........

onsdag 6 juli 2011

The Sixth Day of July in the Year of our Lord 2011

The day I told the Beast "No",
was the day I immediately to my
first aid box had to go.
With one swift strike of it´s mighty paw,
red was suddenly all I saw.

A long gash it opened above my knee.
I cried "O horror, how can this be?"
My hearts blood set free,
my hearts blood staining the tapestry!

I´ll tell you now,I´ll tell you all.
When the ruby drops hit the wall.
By the time my blood started to ooze,
the Beast had already started to snooze.

The day I broke that unwritten law,
was the day I got to taste the claw.
Now rivers of red are running down my leg,
and the culprit the scene has already fled.........

tisdag 21 juni 2011

The Twenty-first Day of June in the Year of our Lord 2011

In a hurried frenzy it darts across the room,
behind it can hear the Beast zoom.
Right and left,left and right.
Try as it might,
it never gets out of the Beast´s sight.

It bounce´s against the window,
again and again.
The desperation of a fly
knowing it´s about to die.
Flashes of white and blue
are coming for you.

Where are you going,
why try to hide.
You will never from the Beast´s attention slide.
Unable to for itself fend,
it´s about to meet the end.

On the balcony it makes a last attempt
to get away.
But the Beast is there ready to slay.
The breath, the cry of a thousand souls,
over it´s tongue rolls.

And then there is only the mighty paw-
The last thing it ever saw..........

onsdag 4 maj 2011

The Fourth Day of May in the Year of our Lord 2011

Into the woods
Into the night.
Filled with destruction
and fright.

Into the woods
Into the night
It sits watching you.
To stray from the path,
to take that chance.
It sits waiting,ready to dance.

Transparent knives,
slashing thru the air.
Rotting vines and leafs,
reaching,getting tangled in my hair.

As I walk thru the darkness,
I can feel their eyes on me.
Strange creatures,
the world no longer can see.

And there,finally,stop!

By a murky lake it lies,
watching, just watching the dragonflies.
A swarm of wings and reflecting light,
in soothing mesmerizing flight.

We sit by the lake,
man and Beast.
My soul it forever has seized.

While twigs and vines slither inside,
taking what they can find.
And to my heart in loneliness
forever bind.

In the woods
In the night
I am the sight,
of foreverlasting night.

fredag 22 april 2011

The Twenty-second Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2011

In the Beasts many attempts to madness in my heart set,
nothing has been so effective as it´s latest-nothing quite so wet.....

Looking unbelieveable smug
it goes straight to the bag where dirty
clothes and towels hug,
and gives it a good tug.

The clothes out on the floor spill,
obeying to the Beasts tinyest will.

It places itself on top of the pile,
to do a deed most vile!
O Horror! O Shock!
What was once in it´s bowel,
is now spread all over my towel!

It doesn´t stop there,
it seems to be capable of doing it anywhere.
It pees in the corner,it pees on the rug.
What is next,my coffee mug?

O prey tell!
What to do with a creature
intent on poluting my apartment
with the wet smells of Hell-lock it in a box?
Or instead of the box simply wear rubber socks??

It assures me that it doesn´t do it to be mean,
it´s just a matter of hygiene.
"If you just had cleaned my box,
I wouldn´t have had to violate your socks....."

lördag 2 april 2011

The Second Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2011

The snow is melting
and the flies are starting to wake.
`Tis the time of year the Beast my life a
hell starts to make.

By unexpectedly letting out shrieks
of sheer joy.
It got my heartstrings tangled up
like a cheap cat toy.

Beacuse now when spring is here
it can once again find the enery to
keep me in fear.
O´What gruesome plans are lurking
behind those big ears!

Is this the year It will finally do me in?
Is this the year the madness
within will finally win?

Those are the questions that terrorise
me at night.
Questions that only gets worse
in the crisp spring light........