Crystals and Vines
hands held, as she whispers in my ear
can i hear the rain cascading down
around us the world weeps
while we echo under stone
in her eyes, that is where it lies
those of that crystalline shine
peering out of a skull filled mine
moments flicker in the reel
i feel those moments tick
in that bark i call my heart
he came from behind
the distance in time, between heart beats
follows an iced dagger in my back
red tangles of vines flow out
as i fall onto her, crystalline eyes wide
fear spreads across her face
in flickers the attacker descends
dagger plunging into her breast
us two soon to be corpses lay
crumpled in piles of vines and bloodstones
hands held, as the attacker fades away.
8/20/24
Tag: dark
The Stained Blade
The Stained Blade
she weeps with a sword in hand, for soon the hour will chime
hands will turn and a death will come far too early.
dressed in dark robes, they circle around the nude woman
with not but a great sword, ready to cleave the soul
of the damned man she swore to save
now she must shave away his head
to make the one she loved a member of the dead.
tick, tock, tick, tock
time winding down, she mourns the sound.
then the chime, the fall, head severed by fate.
the stained blade clatters on the floor
as a dagger is formed out of the air
committed a deed she cannot bear
with tears in her eyes of blue skies
she rises an arm once more
with a swing and a stab
now more gore.
a naked form topples over,
two bodies bleed
ravenously does the circle feed.
7/14/24
Night Frights
Night Frights
hear soft whispers from below the bed
little cackles and hacks, heaves, breathing
dare to look, down low, where devils go
searing orange orbs poke out from below
under bed skirts a horn with nostrils protrudes
to fear the fangs that hang under that fellow
rising a cry, and fly, to the door
to let in the light, raise the alarm,
there be monsters laying on the floor
clamor back to start,
nothing resides but
bed laid disheveled
but the eyes seen
from a being fled
nothing can be said
thumping beyond
walls dark in night
jeez this is a fright.
4/1/22 - Andy McRae
Darkened Days Under White Mists
Darkened Days Under White Mists Underhill, a dark nest broken only by shyful darkness peering inside brave against gales beyond doors pale at tales from lands far removed from this Dale your crown wears. pales have fallen across the ways lands corrupted by darkened days coming forward from warm nests unto white mists in a shroud mess lantern hung before as gone by watching as all about decays no dragons to slay no men to conquer all castles lay in ruins just bricks strewn aside in piles, by pikes, by iron moving on until unable to see spirits thicken around in a sea fog of dead clung on until lost fallen off the road into a hovel to discover a grotesque foster the squabb shrieked lightning in a roar, bolting for the door legs sore, from a mighty soar, mists clinging to the whole being in debt to time to retreat to the comfort of the hole, underhill home shadows rising from the mists figures of stature changing distortion mind bleeding eyes cry from sight they let out a wail horrendous balling on the ground begging for them to away 3/19/22 – Andy McRae
Suffering Flowers
Suffering Flowers
charred scars cover my heart
touch them
then suffering flowers out
a lightning that beats the heart
stricken, i am at remorse
my heart sickly from the recourse
radial new wounds bleed
sour soon the feel of loss
taken from me this
unable
i lay, i lie
either way i cry
under this weight is why
weep until not
not is still a lot
fate is still late
and the late
is still lost
charred scars remain
new fractals burnt in
radiate from the origin
scorched into flesh
by suffering without rest.
1/16/22 – Andy McRae
In the Shallows
In the Shallows in shallows i wade, along shores born of still motion, no breeze to ruffle the leaves those trees off in the distance, haunt me with their hanging vines, frozen like a disease in dark water a bath, yet clear shows to me the underneath and my feet are standing on pebbled beach taken from me, into the lake every movement i make a thousand ripples wave crashing onto shore tear the whole more so i stand still, half submerged in dark waters, afraid to leave for all that awaits me in retreat are vines that climb and cover trees its like a disease 1/15/22 – Andy McRae
Befallen Greys
Befallen Greys
the world before, cast befallen greys
wandering alone, streets bare of being
i am here believing, the world is no more.
head felt that pillow, the world seem torn
eyes closing, to this paralleled haunt
now to see clearer, a dream cheerful
spring bloom, waters flow neat
in my head the land is healed
not the disorder disaster i thought.
eye awaken to the no more
a wasteland, stretched before
my head hurt by the sight
my lungs stung by the gasp
the air i intake will not last.
squeezing my eyes shut,
keep the worn thoughts out
the world grows cold
and i pretend i am fine
all in my mind.
12/15/21 – Andy McRae
Beyond the Mirror
Beyond the Mirror mimic, himself in the mirror perfect reflection of self-healed beyond gaze, a man crumbles disease rotting from within worn strands of hands grasp for help, but only shake with a smile, but it is fake the man is riddle with decay hiding his decline only to protect, the target, is not to be known. 11/17/21 – Andy McRae
NIGHTMARES
slivers in time divide my mind in fine a world in miniature framed at my door when I move it centers more splinters in my mind telling me where to seek the bottom-line sunk below now i am swimming at sea amidst floating insanity fissures in this sphere my head cracking under pressure now i see through the field of shimmering lines that divide reality from nightmare a land beyond of terrifying dimensions nightmares waking my eyes are darkened by the shadows reality a glint that tickles the back of my head but i belong now to the realm of NIGHTMARES 11/4/21 – Andy McRae
Shadows and Sticks
Shadows and Sticks
caffeine hyperdrive
a manic stuck on auto drive
retrograde mental projections
back turned, I left in rejection
illusions weaved in my mind eye
forsaken by the very reality, I
a world of shadows and sticks
bending the truth, as the candle
burns down to the wick
I feel sick
10/18/21 – Andy McRae
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