Dark Poetry: Faith in Dreary Days – in a World Gone Mad

FAITH IN DREARY DAYS in a World Gone Mad ———————- My friends, I understand that your day has become nigh for our brooding hearts have broken with a heavy sigh to our dismay. Thy moon has broken, while the stars have withered, into the darkness, our innocence grips by an insignificant thread… Day into nigh,

Dark Poetry: Life Thief

LIFE THIEF …trapped In a somber compassionless barren room. Thy thoughts were alone, whispering in her lonely chattering mind. Silence poured from its salvating mouth, while febrile air burned her face. Sinking low, impeled into a corner. Life thief! running away with thy mutilated heart, only to pour out its warm crimson blood. Held prisoner

On Writing Horror: why?

…..Horror gets a bad vibe sometimes…. People ask – “Why do you write about horror?” “What got you involved in the “dark side?” ….  –First of all….”The dark side?” – All of us “involved,” aren’t necessarily evil. Nor, are we bad people. Many of us are kind loving individuals who just happen to be very

Dark Poetry: She Holds the Keys

She Holds the Keys In the sparkling moonlight she did lay upon the damp bare ground gazing lazily at the dancing stars. Her beauty of innocence and peace reflecting upon thy night sky. Beyond such dazzling young eyes, was a genius mind filled with everlasting stories filled of yesteryear and wisdom of centuries… An old

Dark Poetry: Betroth to Thee/Examination of Thy Mind

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Dark Poetry: Sweet Deadly Lullaby

A poem for the Halloween season – or for when the midnight has escaped with the moon… Not scary, just slightly…eerie. A deadly sweet lullaby. ________________________________ Sweet Deadly Lullaby A soft lowly eerie lullaby did play ever so sweetly into the midnight… Its tunes strumming the beats of my heart and tickling the faucets of

Dark Poetry: King of Pain

King of Pain …With echoes of the haunted whispering in the breeze, I found myself hanging low, down on my knees, kneeling to a king who held the key to my prison, not allowing me to be free…. In his dark chamber, he sat, ruler of his throne, with a voice louder than thunder and

Video Poem/Spoken Word: Bring Back the Night

Dark Poetry: Bring Back the Night Video Poem Read along with the poem at:  https://arianarcherry.wordpress.com/2016/08/25/darkhorror-poetrybring-back-the-night/

Dark Poetry: Adagio Under a Crescent Moon

Adagio under a Crescent Moon —————————– Touching the blazing spark of a burning flame, she would feel no pain in a world of complete havoc around her. In the darkness, she would unravel and scream into nothingness. Numb she once was. Sleepless she had been. After midnight when our world would become two, and the

Dark Poetry:Master Illusionist of the Dark Realm

This poem is written after my friend and Gothic Horror Illusionist/Actor, Ron Fitzgerald.  http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0280377/   MASTER ILLUSIONIST of the DARK REALM Charming wicked delightful magician Mad illusionist laughing in the delight of his darkness. I dare you, stare into the deep glowing eyes of this creative master. He shall secretly bring you into a hypnotic