In the doorway she stood
without a care.
His expression priceless.
As if he never saw someone
floating in thin air.

She watched him stare,
despite the jagged tear
Self-inflicted from ear to ear.
Still this handsome fellow,
showed no fear.

Bloody kisses
caught in the breeze
He thought her head,
may fall off with just one sneeze.
Her decaying heart skipped a beat

Her voice is in his head now
She speaks without a sound
He doesn't know just how
But he likes having her around

Evangeline faced her old nemesis
who raised his chin and stared at her.
She had come to deliver her justice
and save her son, the curse-bearer.

The Devil summoned the dead to rise
but his dark spell met its abrupt end
when she willed the earth to hurt his eyes
as it crushed the army hell had sent.

An arm raised, the Devil's palm thrust forward
and the witch-guardian was flung into the trees.
Her foe laughed, pressing his charge onward
toying with her body as much as he pleased.

The Devil stood before Marcus,
enjoying his grief and despair.
There's another way to break the curse
the key is a woman, so fair..

Evangeline, Marcus's real mother,
the witch-guardian of the forest
forced to hand over Marcus to another
to save him from duress.

A Devil's worshipper had seduced her
to have a child for his master's rebirth.
A mortal host, one born with power
to prove his own fealty's worth.

Alone in the park
I'm left alone
Soon wears the dark
I'm all alone
Not a spark of hope
I'm still alone
With the dreadful bark
Some fears die
Others grow
Alone

It all has started in the room
of a newly wed bride and her groom,
a lamia has showed at an awful night,
a bad timing and the worst site.

Much fury stirred up and messed the place
to carve much grief on everyone's face;
the bodies, ripped off, blown the air
the blood has sullied everywhere
it tarnished the quiet younger dreams
with endless mourns and awful screams.

The cops _though searched_ no clue they'd find
the vampire has left no grounds behind.

Silver clouds of lightning
Light up the dirty sky
Shadows hide what's frightening
To a superstitious eye

Hidden in the dark place
Where no one wants to go
Is a scary, scowling face
And thoughts you'll never know

Young Killers' brother suffered much
Before he died abused
He saw his fathers' manic-touch
His brother being used

Killer hid in the darkest place
Too young to help his bro
He saw things before his face
Stuff he didn't want to know

Chapter 1 - The Netherworld

With trepidation, walking streets,
I'm trapped within a nightmare world.
Forever damned, doomed to repeat
these cursed hours where I've been hurled.

The science of my day provides
a holiday of difference -
to travel back, for a while abide
and share some moments of another's existence.
The host's unaware of the soul
who shares her mind, muscle and nerve;
the traveller, she has no control,
but simply able to observe.

From The Mist

Ancient forests grew thick and tall
upon this forest a strange mist would fall
enshrouding all in a shimmering light
casting an eerie glow ,throughout the night

A creature emerges from the mist
with eyes ablaze as he spat and hissed
talons on the end of each sinewy hand
here the beast took it’s final stand

The rotten stench,of burning flesh
is interwoven in the mesh
of this ageless ones being
known by all,yet never seen

She worked tirelessly to please him,
but it was never enough, she was never enough.
Staring at the body, wondering what came next.
While humming their favorite song,

Eleanor sawed off his head.

Once upon a time, she reminisced,
There were goals and dreams, an education to complete.
How she longed to be somebody, instead of this nobody
That could barely exist, but there she sat, soaked in his blood,

Such a tragedy had begun.

Sanity’s Madness

Reflections of darkness invade the eye
limitless worlds of pain
walking through minefields of punji sticks
shedding your blood like rain

crying the tears of a thousand souls
killing a thousand more
crawling through jungles of tortured green
your eyes never knew before