Horror Poetry: Spirit and Flesh


Inside a deep sleep was she.
Bound within a deafening silence,
only to be awakened to the horror
that now was bestowed upon her.

Between light and dark,
she was unable to ascend,
as now she found herself strapped down on
a heavy metal table,
where the torture would never end.

To her, this mystery was unknown,
of how the light’s path had darkened,
On a path to what she had thought was ascension,
now was, agony, which would break her every bone.

A heart, now cold as ice, awakened with a tense fear,
as a presence of overwhelming evil drew near.
Somewhere overhead, lights began to flicker
in the cool dark torture chamber.

The metal was cold against her pale dry skin,
Her ability to feel had been forgotten,
The reminder now made her shake to her very core.
T’was never a time, she felt so dead,
as she slowly awakened back to life.

As she lay, on the dreaded torture bed,
a bright lamp began to beam above her,
with scorching heat penetrating her sunken skull.
Perhaps, it would have been better,
being left to die…

Her path of ascension had taken her
down to this penitentiary of hell.

Strapped to the table, as the unbearable heat
blazed her eye sockets, she frantically,
searched for the source of evil.
A presence was a mist inside this room,
as a foul putrid odor, began to make her feel ill.

Out of the corner in her vision,
of a half-moon melted eye,
There was a dark hairy horned figure
walking angrily about,
Twirling his rat-like tail around.

Catching her curious stare,
he came forward with an evil grin,
a stale scent, pouring from decayed teeth,
forcing the remainder of her damaged eyes,
to cry.

Hot sweltering tears stained her face,
trying to figure out, this hellacious ravenous race.
A kidnapper of doom,
who planned to take both her spirit and grace.

Devilish laughter filled himself with delight,
as he knew himself to be quite wise.

Stepping closer to the deathly pale young girl
who lay on the table tied with leather straps,
He pulled them even harder, making them uncomfortably tight.

“Another one for the pits, another one for the flames!
Again and again, for all the power, it’s time for more games!”
A small dance he did, singing his heart out.

He pranced to a table, grabbing a metallic device…

“Let the pity games begin!” the devilish ghoul yelled out!

Now she lay on the metal table, with a fear so strong,
she couldn’t quite comprehend, what the hell
she ever did that was so wrong…

Why in the world was she here?

Before she could think anymore,
the lights went out,
and a loud boom rang out from the floor.

More flickering began about,
as a noisy rustic old machine rose up,
filling her with an impending horrific doubt.

The noise deafened her to no end,
With shrilling squeals,
and perhaps even the sound of metal bend.

Light appeared once more,
But t’was not heaven knocking on her door.
It was a machine of nails and pins,
ready to prod and poke her,
Torturing her to no end.

Closer, the machine began to draw near,
The sound of pins and nails hammering in her ear.

With nowhere to escape,
nowhere to run,
It would be an eternity of pain,
this journey would never be done.

Shrieking, kicking, screaming in agonizing pain
The nails lowered, digging deep into her skin,
leaving deep, blood-dripping welts, over and over again.

In and out, they pulled out of her skin,
punching holes, cracking and breaking her bones,
Stealing any fighting chance of a win.

The dull nails and sharp pins, continued pounding,
before long, she gave in,
no longer, her heart even rousing.

But something deep down inside,
began to crawl,
Even though, physically, her fight was done.
the nails began to dig more,
Prodding at her soul.

A second death, was knocking at her door.
Inside, her spirit screamed out,

A soul trapped inside the torture chamber,
It scratched at the inside of her chest, ripping out her heart,
pulling every vein, every ventricle apart.
Her spirit climbed with anger inside,
writhing in a soul-tearing pain.

“Hahahhaaha You’re all mine!” the devilish ghoul exclaimed…

“Spirit and flesh, spirit and flesh,
You feel so good, when I turn you all into mesh,
Take you in, pour you out,
All into my flaming soup!”

His ranting songs echoed throughout her spirit.
With a superior Godly strength,
Her chest tore open, releasing the putrid evil
that had began to fill the soon-to-be corpse.

Bones cracked and skin hung off like loose fabric,
as her spirit lashed out from the evil within.

“How dare thee flee from my fiery soup!” demanded the ghoul.
Surprised and taken aback, for once,
he know not what to do.
For before, each soul had been his.

“Feisty, feisty are you!
I shall take your spirit with me to the tomb!” he said.

The young deathly pale girl was no more,
as she now, finally ascended,
her spirit of an en-lighted strength had rose up.

She refused to become a resident of this ghoul’s tomb!

Thunder crashed and lightning struck,
as flames enveloped the treacherous chamber.
Reaching high above the air,
was a pointy deathly spear.

Her strengthened spirit, had dealt with more than enough…

“You dirty devil’s son,
I’m sorry, but your little fiery soup is done!
Sticks and stones shall break my bones,
but your torture chamber will never hurt me!”

The devilish ghoul roared angrily,
as the spear struck him through his horned skull,
releasing every trapped dark spirit, demon and monster,
before being forced into a black hole,
down on the cold concrete floor…
The torture chamber, burning into nothing more

Inside a deep sleep was she.
Between light and dark,
somewhere she had ascended…
only to be awakened to the grace
that now was bestowed upon her.

-Ariana R. Cherry 2014

Published by Ariana R. Cherry

“Within the depths of our mind, we are battling the duel of light and darkness…good and evil…love and hate…” Between Light and Darkness is Ariana’s most recent collection of poetry… Cherry’s frequent message she delivers throughout her work is, “The journey through the darkness, back into the light.” Her hope is to let others know that they won’t be in that place of darkness for long – that they indeed can reach the light once again…She also wants her readers to know – that – it is okay if they find themselves in that bleak blackness…Sometimes we feel guilty for going to that dark place – but it is necessary to conquer the demons that battle our souls…. Other books that Cherry has written include "Only If" and "Twisted Paths Poetry." Her epic tale, “Only If,” won the “Reader’s Favorite Award” and a 5 star review…and her collection, “Twisted Paths Poetry,” received a 5 star review from Realistic Poetry International. She has been writing ever since she was a child. Some of her inspirations include Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Christopher Pike and Shel Silverstein. Ariana writes a variety of genres: inspirational, humorous and horror – although writing horror is one of her favorites…. She was 12 years old when she read Poe for the very first time – which inspired her epic poetry tale, “Only If.“ During other parts of her free time, she enjoys taking photos and creating art. Her “day-jobs” include working as a church administrative aide and reporting for a local newspaper.

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