Tag Archives: horror poetry

Let Me Out

Posted on August 17, 2017 by Helen

Let me out she cried I am trapped inside Behind prison bars I am blood and scars Let me out she pled See how I have bled Let me take a life With my precious knife Let me out she … Continue reading →

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Alchemy

Posted on June 15, 2017 by Helen

In those times we read the ancient book The masters of our little universe were alchemists and in awe we followed their dictates They fed on spells and death and hate into the mess of the nigredo each must fall … Continue reading →

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Catacombs

Posted on May 17, 2017 by Helen

Down in the catacombs Rhys, David and me Looking for danger Insolent, free Our bloodied hands A warning sign Destroy all that’s innocent Everything fine Down in the catacombs Rhys, David and me Only fools trespass Down in the mines … Continue reading →

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Crow Queen

Posted on April 20, 2017 by Helen

Queen of the crows Wreathed in the forest’s gloomy light Arise at our bidding Arise this night Daughter of darkness Free from the world’s aching embrace Show us your desire Show us your face Bringer of sorrow Doomed to see … Continue reading →

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The Heathen’s Church

Posted on March 30, 2017 by Helen

The heathen’s church they called it Where none but heathens go Heaven far above them Fire close below Singing in the hymnals Hear them loudly ring Words and poems only Lucifer would sing Madness in their piety Blood too quickly … Continue reading →

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Watching TV

Posted on September 27, 2016 by Helen

Where were you The phantoms ask When the money washed away? Where were you When darkness fell On that fateful day? Where were you When police and chains Robbed the poor and free I was calm Anaesthetised Watching my TV … Continue reading →

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Beaten

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Helen

I gaze in this mirror but can’t see my face Something quite other has taken its place Where once there was sunshine the sky is dull grey Now that my soul has been beaten away I whispered a question, the … Continue reading →

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