Ghost house

 

This is the ghost house.

Where terrifying dreams

drift through the walls.

Chains rattle and break

when darkness falls.

It's a place where your last breath is gurgled.

Where you feel encircled by those blinking eyes.

It's the place

where you are fated to die.

 

This is the ghost house.

Your final resting place,

where nightmares chase,

breaking through sleep's peaceful embrace.

Where the chattering of skeletal voices

clatter through the grinding, humming noises.

 

Nightmares are sowed,

seeds of horror grow.

Seas of dread flow,

in this place where terror

is your only bedfellow.

 

This is the ghost house.

Try to outrun the guttural breathing.

Cover your ears to protect yourself.

It won't help. 

The walls are bleeding.

Hide beneath the covers,

the duvet your sanctuary

but not today.

This place will be the death of you

and you will become one of the hosts

another ghost roaming these rooms.

Luring others to their fateful tombs.

 

 

 

 

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Curse of La Luna

 

The moon was full,

I heard the howls.

Agonised screams

filled the tearful sky.

A dark mist did fall,

heart-breaking cries,

like walking through

ink-stained clouds.

I heard the growls.

The call of evil

from all around.

 

My heart raced,

beating through my chest

trying to escape.

This dreaded test,

ice cold fog clinging,

tightly sticking to my skin.

A startling sound

much bigger than a dog,

I could hear its paws

cracking bones like twigs.

 

Pawing the ground.

Faster

it began to pound.

Closer.

Closer.

It was getting near

but I only saw shadows

in misty fear,

twisted illusions

in the fog filled air.

 

A roar echoed.

Loud and so close.

I can almost smell its breath,

sour and full of death.

Then through the mist,

a furry limb,

sharp claws slicing deep

into my goosebumped skin.

 

And now it stands over me.

Tall and proud.

Howls at the moon

so very loud.

Buries his head against my neck.

Hot breath.Stomach sick.

A sound. A loud crack in the night.

Gunshots pierce the air.

The animal runs in fright.

 

But forever I’ll be

connected to him.

His pain flows freely 

through my veins.

And when the moon is full

I'll be out on the prowl.

It's my curse forever.

This wolf will howl.

 

 

 

 

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Fool's Gold

 

Upon these streets of shame,

wished for talent and fame.

Streets paved in fool’s gold.

At the crossroads

you pay with your soul.

 

Paper days,

torn from the calendar on display.

Another hour closer to the final meeting,

inching closer to the final resting place.

But you have glory,

this is the story

you tell yourself to help you sleep.

That this is what you need,

this is not greed,

it's a fairy-tale fantasy.

 

You live the high life,

all your hopes and desires.

All that shines is fool’s gold.

Sold a lie,

but you believe the story told.

You believe your own talent,

your own egotistical worldview.

Everything is all about you.

 

Sold your soul for fine wine,

canapés and white lines.

But now it's getting closer to the end,

the spell is fading

and the skin you wear is wearing thin.

The bags beneath your eyes

are not bags for life

but bags of death

filling with the tears of sand you cry.

 

And now the man in black is back,

ready to take what was once yours

and put it in his hessian sack.

You beg and plead,

from your contract you wish to be freed,

but the man in black just laughs

as you breathe your final gutteral gasps.

 

 

 

 

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