Victor's Gothic Poetry
PAGE THREE
An observation: "Why
do we write things down, then type things up?"
God's Wrath
The trumpeting screams of tortured souls,
Writhing from the pit of despair,
Call out my name, God, please forgive!
I do not reply. I do not care.
They have chosen their path,
Evil deeds make evil deeds,
They chose not to learn,
what blooms from tainted seeds.
Their damnation is eternal,
For all the rest of time,
They all sinned against me,
And the punishment fits the crime.
My Sweet
I fly to your balcony 'neath a sullen night sky,
And enter your chamber as I did by and by.
I watch you sleep amongst pillows of silk,
And hear your blood course under a moon white as milk.
Your breath beckons me closer and I dare draw near,
But the cross 'round your neck is the one thing I fear.
Your stir, in your dream, as I sit by your side,
I sweep your long hair, the cross it will hide.
Your slumber assured, my mouth close as your sleep,
My fangs tear your flesh as I bite your neck deep.
The forceful rush of your blood fills me with glee,
Then I take care that you find, not one clue it was me.
I leave as I came under a moon low and white,
For you are "my sweet", at least one more night.
Peace
Peace. Can there really be such a thing? I think not. In a world full of
differences, the possibility is ludicrous. Conflict is inevitable. One side must
be superior, yes? You and your kind are better than they are, your county must
survive and prosper, your... faith... is the only "true" one, isn't
it? They look different, their customs are strange, and they burn your flag!
Then why do some await peace? It is inconceivable to hope for the impossible. It
would be simpler to wish that the sun disappear, a mountain move, or the stars
fall from the sky, than to waste your time in anticipation of that which will
never come to fruition. Then why wish for the unattainable? Because, dear
listeners, humans are the only animals on Earth that have a free will, a choice
as it were, to bring about change. Usually this change is brought about by
force, by crusades, revolution, insurrection, sabotage, and the bloodshed that
these acts will cause. Remember, dear children, human-kind is also the only
species who can initiate a war that could destroy the whole world... one hundred
times over. So then, I ask, why isn't peace a reality? Because man does not want
it. If he did, he would already have achieved it. And where's the sport in that?
But we can't have all of you killing yourselves can we? There are so many of you
that I haven't ... met... yet.
Dreary Night
The dreary night with its rain,
drenched a body wracked with pain.
The city watch had found her there,
lying in the courtyard square.
A dagger pierced her side quite deep,
"He came from nowhere," she did weep,
"A man in black with eyes like coal,
he took my baby and my soul."
"Quiet girl," the watchman said,
"Conserve your strength or ye be dead."
"There is no time for I must tell,
he took my child and soul to hell."
The blood did gush, in puddles red.
The poor young girl would soon be dead.
"I must confess before I die,
the one who conjured him was I !
I had no choice, my baby ill,
I gave my soul, my heart, my will.
He stepped from shadows like a thief,
and asked if I had no belief.
My husband's dead, my family gone,
do as you wish, I am your pawn.
He took my babe, and with his knife,
he stabbed me deep to take my life.
And as he left, I heard him tell,
how my child would live in hell.
A prince he'd be when he is grown,
he'll sit beside the master's throne."
Thunder cracked and more rain fell,
on she who bore a prince of hell.
Her mouth fell limp, her eyes closed tight,
on that rainy, dreary night.
The Monster
Beneath the city, in sewers cold,
grew a monster, strong and bold.
He watched the streets for night to fall,
and when it did be made his crawl,
Up the pipes and pathways bleak,
along the drains the beast did sneak.
In unsuspecting homes he'd call,
to find a victim he would maul.
He found the way blocked with a plug,
he forced it up, glug, glug, glug.
A scream, a shout, a woman's wail,
she saw the head, the arms, the tail.
She tried to fight and fend him off,
but all he did was merely scoff.
Overpowered, fraught with pain,
did it take her down the drain.
The next time that you take a bath,
remember this small epitaph.
Be sure you watch that small drain plug.
or next you may go glug, glug, glug!
No Tomorrow
There is no Tomorrow,
Without you today.
You tried to walk out,
I begged you to stay.
You took all your things,
And fled in the night.
I watched as you ran,
Deep into the night.
I ran after you,
With anger, insane.
You shouted at me,
"What was there to gain?"
I leapt on your back,
And so you did wrangle,
By clutching your throat,
And you I did strangle.
As I stood o'er you,
The words I did say,
"There is no tomorrow,
Without you today."
Light and Dark
When the universe was born there was a perfect
darkness: pure, untainted darkness. But then there came light. It corrupted the
darkness, forcing it to recoil in fear... for a while. Scientists, however,
recently disclosed that much of the universe is composed of "dark
matter" that we cannot see. And the pinpricks of light are but a minority
in the heavens. So has darkness won?
The same may be said of man. Adam was pure; strong,
free, confident and alone. He became corrupted by Eve, the "light" of
his life. And where did that get him? Expelled from paradise! Forced to toil for
his daily bread! Not a very good trade was it? Pleasure wrought pain, due to an
apple.
What kind of God can make such perversity and such torture? Placing a trap
before you that he knew you would fall into willingly. After all you are only
human. Still he expects you to be pure, innocent, faithful and diligent, upon
which in return you may or may not be rewarded in some possible afterlife.
Or is it more reasonable to assume that we are on this
Earth to enjoy its pleasures, sample what life has to offer and then deal with
the consequences later. If indeed there ever is one. It is up to your conscience
to decide. I, however, shall put my money on myself... the odds are better.
The Robot
I am a robot, a mere machine,
Full of wires, dark and lean.
To be a human is my desire,
To live and breathe with soul of fire.
But in a metal shell am I,
To remain this way 'til I die...
But can I die like humankind
Or simply stop, wear out, unwind?
If I cannot live as a man,
Then I will die as best I can.
I sit and wait, and here I stay,
bidding death, take me away.
I sit for years, decades go by
And still I operate , not die.
Can this be a robot's fate?
For here I sit and here I'll wait.
Ghost
A ghostly shape appeared one night,
Amorphous, pale, composed of light.
I let it move about my house.
It scurried softly as a mouse.
When all at once it turned to me.
Frightened, scared I wished to flee.
It held out-stretched a pale white hand,
I took it, it was soft as sand.
I heard it speak, no mouth I saw,
It said, "Hold on," and we did fall.
Through the floor, though earth and stone,
Praise be, I was not alone!
It showed me graves, Gentile and Jew,
We looked in mausoleums too.
The tombs of kings and common men,
The message clearly struck me then.
Every human, small and great,
Each will die, that is their fate.
To turn to dust and back to Earth,
It is predestined from their birth.
I thanked the ghost as we did roam,
And asked him now to take me home.
"But we are home," he just replied,
"Don't you know that you had died?"
"Dead?" I asked, "How can this be?"
"Look at yourself and you will see."
I peered down, aghast with fright,
Amorphous, pale, composed of light.
The Dragon
Through the castle gate I bound,
The dragon must be surely found.
Over pits and traps I tread,
Past the other knights, all dead.
I felt the heat, choked on the smell,
Brimstone like they have in hell.
I carried on my throat it burned,
I must succeed, my treasure earned.
The townsfolk, grateful they will be,
I'll slay the beast, collect my fee.
I knew that I was getting near,
I heard its rustling in my ear.
"You need not hide," he said to me,
"Come out so that my eyes may see."
I stood my ground, I did not leave,
"You're tricking me. Do not deceive!"
"I do not lie, believe me do.
For years I have awaited you."
I peered around into his place.
He looked so old, a kindly face.
"As you can see, I cannot fight,
please sit and talk with me tonight."
I dared and closer I did walk.
"You'll not eat me? We'll only talk?"
"Surely, I will keep my word,
to lie to you would be absurd.
I promise I will kill you not.
Apologies, if my home is hot."
"You're quite a gracious host," I said.
"Your nothing like the books I've read."
"Propaganda, lies and childish tales,
to sell more books, increase their sales."
I sat down on a treasure chest.
He was polite, he was his best.
His lair was full of gems and gold,
Jewelry, pearls, magic from old.
"I have collected much you see,
it bores me, I give it to thee."
"Mine," I gasped, I nearly choked,
"You jest with me!" He must have joked.
"On one condition, yours it be,
you must sleep here tonight with me.
I am so lonely as you can see,
I'd like to have a guest with me."
"That is all, and it's mine free?"
"Just spend the night here, you and me."
And so we slept, he kept his word,
By morning I would be a Lord!
True to his vow, he never roared,
Unfortunate for me he snored!
Flames erupted, like the sun,
"Drat! There goes another one!"
The Devil
The Devil came to visit me,
We sat all night, we drank some tea.
Though first, I did not know t'was he,
A lost soul or a traveler be.
I stoked the fire, the flames grew high.
We talked and talked, just he and I.
He spoke of death, he spoke of life.
I told him stories of my wife.
"She died last winter of the flu."
"Oh yes, I now remember you.
She lay upon the bed quite ill,
You overdosed her with a pill."
"Not me," I said, "It was not me!
She died so very naturally."
"You cannot lie and I can tell,
for I'm the Devil, see you in hell!"
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