Coralie Rowe is new to the writing scene. Previously
being a baker by trade, now a mum. Rowe found an interest in writing poetry,
and has been published in several horror anthologies recently.
Bloodied Ruination
You gaze upon a golden orb
Seeping red, from the edge
You cross yourself slowly
To your lord, do you pledge
To your lord, do you pledge
Slyly, it awakens
Rising up in the night sky
Blood oozing slowly
As it makes its way high
The earth below tainted
A scarlet hued haze
Your eyes refuse to believe
This terrifying vista, on which you gaze
Everything around infiltrated
Bleeding with evil depravity
Soaking the soil below
Creating an abysmal red sea
Skeletal forms appear
Glowing with an eerie looking heat
With the light shed by the moon
Their bones appear to be, still covered with meat
These repugnant ruinations
Wade knee deep through the blood
Dragging their feet so slowly
In the malignant gore filled mud
You quickly close the shutters
Thinking that you will be safe
But moonlight touches everything
Your silhouette now wears an evil face
This shadow of darkness arises
To reap its blood from your veins
Drinking from you so deeply
Only a wrinkled husk of you remains
The crimson moon glows eerie
Its blood, painting the night sky
You will gaze upon it eternally
With your withered dried up eyes
Darkened Delights
A bloodied orb
Hangs in the night
Bringing forth creatures
Of darkened delights
Skeletal formations
With flesh hanging loose
A demonic hangman
Bearing an axe and noose
Blood sucking nymphs
Transform into bats
Withered old crones
With their brooms and hats
Beasts with gnashing teeth
And glazed extra eyes
Mournful apparitions
Filled with depths of despise
A blood harried moon
Awakens them all
And into the night
They haphazardly crawl
Heed The Night
Bloodfilled moon shines
Through blackened tree
Scarlet light glows
In the dark ebony
Bringing with it
The morbid ones
The darkened souls
With split tongues
Ushering them forth
From a hellish place
Guiding them from
An abysmal space
Leading them to
The livings land
Here they'll roam
A satanic band
Feeding on flesh
Refueling their need
Gnawing through bone
With hedonistic greed
Shredding apart
Ripping asunder
You and yours they'll
Ravage and plunder
Heed the sounds that
Come with the black
For you may well be
The one they take back
Slaughtered
Epic clouds of black and red
Blood and ashes from the dead
A bleak sun peers against the haze
Bodies amassed an endless grave
The suns light, here does not intrude
From black depths white bones protrude
A darkened pit of grief and terror
Souls trapped within for ever
Glowing eerily in the moonlit night
A morbid, twisted gruesome sight
Epic clouds of red and black
Blood and ashes a human stack
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