Victor's Gothic Poetry
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My Heart
I watch you from the somber depths of my wretched world.
Your beauty is much more than my mind can bear.
I try to remember our life together, it is hazy and unclear.
I try to feel, but my decaying flesh will not allow me that pleasure.
You pass close by my hiding place, I do not stir, I do not
breathe.
You place roses on my grave. You did not know that I was watching.
I rip my heart from out my chest, hoping to feel something... anything.
But it is silent. It is cold and still.
I saw you in the garden holding my picture, tears streaming
down it.
You were wearing a white dress. Perhaps it was your wedding gown.
I cannot remember. My mind place tricks on me as it dies.
My heart is silent. It may be warm. I cannot tell. I cannot feel.
Last spring, you and the children had a picnic
Their playful laughing nearly made me smile.
You looked so lovely, so fulfilled, but I knew that you were lonely.
My heart flutters... or do I imagine that it does.
Last night I watched as you slept dreaming of me.
Your hands caressing your most private of places.
You lips, moist and inviting. Your breasts heaving as you breathe.
I think I felt something then, my heart may have beat... just once.
I hold my heart and watch for another beat. It does not.
I replace my heart in my chest, silent and still.
Perhaps it will beat again one day. Perhaps it will not.
That one beat will last me an eternity as I watch from the shadows.
The Road to Fear
The road to Fear is,
old and well worn.
It leads out from Ignorance,
where Hatred was born.
The road is direct,
it diverts not at all.
Straight through the woods,
where the Banshees call.
When traveling this road,
this warning you heed.
T'is best that you walk.
Do not bring a steed.
For beasts have more sense,
not to rush into Fear.
They know it's one place,
that they should steer clear.
So if you are walking,
a dark road at night,
And notice a sign,
which reads "FEAR" in your sight.
Then perhaps you should know,
which way you are bound.
For if it's toward Fear,
it's best you turn 'round.
He Rises
Deep within the darkest chamber, his eyes open.
A thick layer of bandage obscures his sight.
With one hand he tears off his covering,
with the other, he throws off the lid of his sarcophagus.
He tries to scream out for his freedom,
when he remembers his tongue had been cut from his head.
"Those who did this to me shall pay with their lives this very night,"
he pledged to himself.
It had only been a year since the new Pharaoh's rule, and the
court
was still reeling from the circumstances of his brother's death.
Ruled an accident by the High Priest of Ra,
though the truth would never be truly known.
The mummy slipped through the shadows and into the palace.
Where in a sacred chamber, the High Priest made his secret sacrifices to the
Dark Gods.
Out of the torchlight, a flash reflected off the sacrificial dagger,
and spotlighted the wrapped hand grabbing for the blade.
Blood was quickly spilt as the Priest's tongue was ripped and
then his throat cut.
High above the palace, the Pharaoh surveyed his realm.
All was well. Or so it seemed.
He returned to his throne and his eyes saw another in his place.
"Brother?" he demanded. There was no answer.
"Brother, it is I."
As the King approaches, the mummy raised a blood-soaked hand
clutching several tongues.
Placing one of the tongues in his mouth, the mummy could finally speak.
"Hello, brother. I've missed you so."
The pharaoh was not prepared to hear these words spoken in the voice of his High
Priest.
"Your treachery and his lies are what gave you my throne, dear
brother!"
The tongue fell to the floor, dry and brittle.
"No one will believe you!" the Pharaoh shouted
grabbing a torch,
"I shall burn your corpse to ash and no one will hear you! Guard!"
The mummy placed another tongue in his mouth.
"He won't be coming, brother," the guard's voice now spoke.
"He has been detained."
"You can't do this to me!" the Pharaoh ranted.
"I am ruler of Egypt as will my son after me!"
Another tongue. This time the son's voice spoke to him.
"Father? Why did you kill my uncle?"
Brought to a blinding rage, the Pharaoh throws the torch at the mummy.
One final tongue.
"No! No, stop! The pain!" The voice screamed.
The mummy burned. Then silence as the ashes fell.
The Pharaoh's eyes widened filling with tears.
He pulled a dagger from his belt,
and held the point of it to his own chest kneeling to the floor.
"Forgive me brother. Forgive me!"
He fell forward, driving the blade into his heart.
"My love... My Queen... " he sighed.
"Forgive me!"
Angel
Oh, Black Angel, Angel of Death,
you wait by my bed, await my last breath.
I lie here and dream from night until morn,
you wait patiently since the day I was born.
You know the date, the time I'll expire,
you keep at your job and some day I will tire.
I'll finally look up and see you right there,
sitting across from my bed in your chair.
You'll smile and you'll stand for happy you'll be,
for you get to relax and see heaven with me.
All the years that you waited for me to expire,
the day has arrived, it's your time to retire.
A Vampire's Christmas Carol
I truly love the Christmas season,
please don't get me wrong.
The way you humans fight and feud,
and bustle in the throng.
In packs you prowl like rabid wolves,
to find a parking space.
You all profess "Peace on Earth",
yet your acts are a disgrace.
If you would find the perfect gift,
but in another's hand,
You surely would rip out their heart,
or some such vital gland.
I see it in your human eyes,
the anger, hate and lust,
to buy the biggest, newest gift,
it's what you surely must.
I see that red clothed beggar-man,
with his kettle and his bell,
you walked on by, ignoring him.
I drained him and he fell.
Shoppers just walked over him,
he lie there in plain sight.
Another Santa made my list,
shall I find more tonight?
This is why this season is,
my favorite time of year.
Not for all the trees and lights,
but for despair and fear.
So never shall I say to you,
Bah, Humbug and such.
For I do love this "Christmas",
so very, very much.
"Have Yourself
a SCARY Little Christmas"
(Song Parody: Sung to the Tune of "Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas)
Have yourself a scary little Christmas.
May you gasp in fright,
From now on you’ll jump
at every noise at night.
Have yourself a scary little Christmas,
Pay heed to what I’ve said
From now on there’s monsters
underneath your bed!
Just like fear in the olden days,
it increases blood and gore,
Slobbering fiends will be watching you,
They will torment you and more.
Through your days
you will not rest a minute,
But if your fate allows,
Perhaps you may survive
another day somehow.
And have yourself
A scary little Christmas now
Happy Holidays from the Nightcrawler!
(2004)
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