Poetry

Moon Bound & Whitechapel

Moon Bound
A slave, chained and bound by the moon
Bringing forth an evil that’d make the Devil swoon
My bones shattered, skin teared and muscles shredded
Transformed into the beast every soul dreaded
Whitechapel
Sitting in Whitechapel,
Contently cleaning my scalpel.
A busy night’s work,
Has brought forth a gentle smirk.
A kidney, fresh cut and fried
And my funny little games to keep me satisfied.

‘Moon Bound’ and ‘Whitechapel’ are two short poems that make up my attempt at doing some poetry for the Halloween season. ‘Moon Bound’ is about a werewolf going through the painful transformation process. ‘Whitechapel’ is from the perspective of Jack the Ripper having arrived home after committing another murder in Whitechapel. “my funny little games’ was taken from the ‘Dear Boss’ letter that claimed to be written by Jack the Ripper.

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Poetry

Lonely Hunt

Alone in the forest, breath frozen in my chest
Treading the dark wood, a night without rest
Stopped in my tracks, eye to eye with my prey
Both knowing that only one shall walk away

 

‘Lonely Hunt’ is a short poem from the perspective of a hunter, I tried to create a sense of unease and danger in the poem. I didn’t want it to be certain that the hunter will be the one to make it out alive.
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Poetry

The Faithful

Drew sword against my brethren, at Heavens behest
Told we were righteous for defending the blessed
Protecting paradise, an act most holy
Cutting their wings seemed most lowly
Defending the divine offered little repose
As my brethren were cast aside and without mercy deposed
Lucifer betrayed us, and them most of all
Telling false prophecies, beguiling them to fall
Into my soul, the horrors deeply bore
Harrowed by the revelation it should happen once more

 

‘The Faithful’ is a poem from the perspective of one of the angels that remained faithful to Heaven throughout Lucifer’s rebellion. I thought it would be interesting to show the inner conflict the angel feels about fighting the war and how even a just cause has its horrors.

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Poetry

The Fallen

Against Paradise, Against our Maker
Aligned with the Morningstar, with the ‘traitor’
Against the Divine, Against all we knew
Heard were Samael’s words, and our numbers grew
With every impassioned word, our defiance swelled
Side by side with the Dragon, we rebelled
Doomed to fail, but fought all the same
With the Serpent we declared, “We shall not be tamed!”
Fallen from grace in the realm of torment
In the jaws of hades, with aggrieved lament
Patiently waiting, for our time to revel
Waiting to once again take up arms with the Devil.

 

‘The Fallen’ is a poem from the perspective of one of the fallen angels that followed Lucifer in his rebellion against Heaven. I decided I didn’t want to portray the rebellion or Lucifer as evil due to the fact that the poem is from the perspective of  an angel that followed Lucifer and so wouldn’t see their rebellion as an evil act.

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Poetry

Going to State

“Going to State!” he would proudly boast
A life of luxury and speeding down the coast
Impulsive, wild and enjoying the gifts of youth
Left scattered on asphalt was a girl named Ruth

An uncouth mind, restrained and locked
Decades of grey calmed and ceased all talk
Alone with the bars, he soon called his friends
Given his freedom, but it felt like the end

 

‘Going to State’ is about a reckless young athlete who inadvertently causes the death of a  girl named Ruth, and how he went to prison and became institutionalized. The whole poem basically serves as a cautionary tale.

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Poetry

Pale

Wielding the gifts of its ruthless kin
Its gift, received by all that basked in sin
Hades trails behind, jaws wide open
Swallowing whole the unworthy of being chosen
God, the judge and jury, while death dons the hood
One by one, their heads laid across the stained wood
No lambs blood will offer salvation
For the Lamb’s wrath shall see no cessation
Wondering a silent earth, emptied of the cursed and the blessed
The Pale horse and its kin will walk as one and lay to rest

 

‘Pale’ is the fourth and final entry in my poetry series on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and is about Death. I have had a lot of fun writing this series and it has been a worthwhile challenge. And I think that I’ll definitely want to do more poetry series in the future.
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Poetry

Black

Skin clinging to bone
A harrowed, plaintive moan
The Struggling Girl, desperate for bread
Stalked by the vulture, looking well fed
The black horse watches, without malice, without hate
Unwavering in its purpose, resolute in its fate

 

‘Black’ is the third entry in my poetry series on the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and is about Famine. The main imagery of the poem is the starving girl being stalked by a vulture, this was inspired by Kevin Carter’s iconic Pulitzer Prize winning photo ‘The vulture and the little girl’, also known as ‘Struggling Girl’, taken in 1993 during a famine in South Sudan.

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