The forest's dying breath carried by the wind,
Reaching Melody's keen hearing and she sprang into action,
Melody is kind but thin, Everyone calls her Twig because,
No amount of bread ever seems to make her look less malnourished,
Melody ran in the cold, bitter winter's night desperate to answer a cry for aid from the woods beyond the village,
Barefooted and panting she arrived at the clearing, cloaked in her night gown under the moon's haunting glow, she finally spoke,
'What seems to be the matter, Old One? I have come as you command'
One by one, wolves circled the helpless child, maggots crawled out of the earth & the crows watched from their twisted perch,
Melody let out a feeble shriek and the frenzy begins,
Her flesh & bone gnawed clean, bits of her brain left for the insects to lay eggs, the toads in turn feasted on it, the crows claimed any pieces of meat scattered near & far,
The forest is now alive with howls from the pack, croaks from the pond & caws from the tree, the ground rumbled with glee,
Music has returned to the forest & Melody was the Key.

The battle-hardened maiden descends in her regal gait,
As clanks of clamouring steel subsides,
Crimson soaked marshes sprawling with death,
Twitching bodies ensuing after shattered heads,
Entrails entwined on broken blades,

She counts the spent bitterly with her cherry lips,
As her battalion sings in praise at the fallen dead,
Golden chariots and white steeds prepare the voyage,
Ferrying Vikings to Valhalla for an eternity of songs & mead

Nyx as our witness

I counted stars that weren’t there

Just to lay longer

I’d like to get to know you again
From your blushed freckles down to your pale toe
Or just be lost in eternity with the sound of your
Chest bound metronome

I’ll have you know, my red absinthe
That this soberness is killing me
Each moment without a sip from you
Is havoc unleashed

I am a fortress of solitude, Lord of the misty peak,
I grant sweet breeze, visitors of my lofty perch,
Terror to prisoners of my hollow crypt,
My troubled throne remains still,
Sought by the noble and tyrant in a struggle that never seems to quell,
But I am yours to command as you see fit,

A keep, yours to keep

The curse of Un-living unhinges even one as proud
Guilt alone could undo one’s wicked past
Titles I have sought by might & rumour
Tyrant, King, Reaper, Hound, Eater

Once,
Impaled foes fills my moat
Crescendos of screams, in symphony
With the hums of my throat

From the jugular
My canine harvests red elixir
Damning my thrall to reluctantly
Creep along my crimson mantle

All this time taking, I ache to give
Would this year be Turtă dulce
Or Clătitele cu gem?
Native delights that would surely
Bring out those little goblin’s grins

The Day, When the only season we know is Summer
The Day, When the only animals we see live in shelters
The Day, When every gust of wind carries the ashes
The Day, When every terrain that was once green now a wasteland
The Day, When every step we take brings us closer to a heatstroke,
The Day, When every vision we have is being robbed by Smoke,
The Day, When Mother Earth stops pleading,

And the eviction notice becomes more than just a warning

Earthquake, Tsunami and Thunder Storms

What’s mine is now Yours, takes a bitter form

Every Day should be Earth Day

So that The Day never comes

I'll let you in on a secret of an ancient wicked
The price would only be your silence
And the space under your bed
chuckles
The veil is near and I have no will left
The bones I have collected are yours if I am read
The Spiral is yours to command as you see fit
And the Hollow Labyrinth for your victims to go insane with
Take my place!
I long for the taste of candy and innocent pleas
For the millionth time,
**Set me free

Should I descend from this clock tower
Or wait a little longer
As I listen to a million heartbeats
In this city that never sleeps
Gleaming brighter than the constellations above my head
Has my slumber really been so long
That lights could be lit absent of flame
Metallic chariots creep on black roads without beasts, tamed
Pushing my kind deeper into the dark membrane
Then again, who am I to complain
I am brought to a tomorrow that never ends
By seizing that which I can bleed for my strength

Did I, did I
Did I just see that?
The face of a familiar sweetheart
That shattered a thousand years back
As I held her in my arms
The only heartbeat I didn't stop
But couldn't save
Putting my proud might and wisdom in its place
Impossible
How? Why?
This ends tonight
In a few hours time
I will greet the sun
And if I am not ******
Then I will return with a pulse
And reunite with that heartbeat
As one

There are those who think that I am strange
My aura gives off fuchsia and violet
With shades of grey
If I am a balloon it wanders aimlessly
From concrete jungles to enchanted forests
And into the hands of a lonely princess
The upset kicks in when they tell me to change
And that I couldn't but I want to blend in so dearly
So you would put a hex on my frown
Turning sour plums to bright sweet oranges
Whispering almost silently with a cute grin
And hypnotic gaze that
You wouldn't have me any other way
Crowning my forehead with a magic kiss
Fate wasn't the same ever since

Pale mist cloaks the light in a phantasmal duet
Remnants of warmth abysmal but to the freezing ghoul
Sinister clouds devour the moon and then regurgitating the lascivious lunar
Bringing shadows to life as my only torment.. so far
As I escape the disapproval of corporeal life forms
‘******’, ‘Freak’, ‘Witch’ – no more
Following the voices in my head with each step
Turning left or right with the Will-O-Wisp as my guide
Jack the Ripper burying a harlot by the side
Finger pursed to his lips as I looked with the corner of my eye
Dr. Frankenstein digs a grave looking for body parts to revive
What monstrosities would transpire if they formed an unholy alliance
As I walked further, Elizabeth Bathory greeted me in her ****** tub
‘Care to join me?’
‘I don’t swing that way’ I said
Wait, this is getting weird
Before my doubts could take-over, a strange portal lies ahead
And a mysterious figure appears and said
‘Girl, you've been in here for the hundredth time, don’t you ever get bored?’

Another year, another Samhain, otherwise known as Halloween
The veil will be thin
This evening is different
A mysterious scheme
Children everywhere, nasty or nice
May see the Bogeyman and the monster under their bed
In a different light
Some squeal in fear, others in delight
For the worst that could happen is
A tooth ache, a tummy upset and
A prank from Mum and Dad
But I
Never withered inside
Magic is more than just a promotional spice
Like the Midas touch, only with the mind
Fairies in nature glitter under the sunlight
Witches and sorcerers bring more than just blight
Like an old pagan practice
‘The Book of Shadows’
You record everything that matters to you
From rituals, ancient knowledge and incantations
Samhain is the day for reflection and gratitude
And perhaps to mend the bonds that was once broken
Between our world and the unknown

It’s hard being patient with a book
While noticing your erratic movement
The way you skip
One feet at a time
On the nice warm mat
Swinging your arms while sending sparks
Like a fairy overdosed on pixie dust
Making auroras out of mundane space
‘Do, do, do, do de dum’
Singing isn't your thing but I
Couldn't get that off my head
And I also have to add
I noticed your pretty face
And cute round
***

I had some chocolate. That tiny bit of magic.
Shan’t have too much or else the ecstasy is lost
Something like my first kiss. It wasn’t wet and long
But cherishable no doubt, that electric jolt
Comes with blushes and awkward pauses
Followed by my silly little question-- ‘Was it….good?’
**** it all.
Some past are better left forgotten
It will be my last chocolate for a while

The price of life is balance
Tis’ not too much to pay
I am the Grim Reaper
A tax collector, so to say
Like petals on the flower
And the ugly toad under
I take.
To the state before Birth through Decay
When thou time is up, there is no delay
Let’s see who is next
Little Chloe, on the hospital bed
Diagnosed with a rare condition
Splendid.
Through the pale walls I enter, and Chloe was awake

‘Who are you, mister?’ said Chloe

‘How in the blazes do you see me! Pardon me, young lady, I am the doctor’

‘Oh hello! I’ve never seen one in black before. What are you holding?’ said the annoying child.

‘It is a scyt…pair of scissors’ I lied

‘Goodie, come make origami with me!’

‘Origami-shinigami, sheesh!’ I groaned

It is never easy to take the life of The Innocent
Surely one who could stare Death in the eye
Is more grim than I could ever be

The sounds you make when the mind don’t matter
Stable and constant
Like calm horses in a stable
Albeit the raging storm
The sounds you make when you know he/she is the right partner
Then again
Love is formless but combustible
Glows the brightest
When Light kisses Darkness

Unbiased

It beats through the mental turmoil, conditioned in every household and every societal stronghold

It beats through the choking grip of every creed and every hypocrisy pertaining skin

The heart is blind
But sees everything
If it is given the chance to beat
For the right reason.

Could I stoop so low to never drink from a glass?
Would I go snooping in the middle of the night looking for a bite?
Would I ever need to question when I have an eternity to be wise?
Missing Tom & Jerry for a meal of cat and mice
Missing Saturday morning cartoons doing Sudoku in a casket
Or how about missing a class with the wonderful Ms. Diane
Doodling ghouls, ghosts and everything that bumps in the night
While she never fails to put on a smile
But math blows, why should I learn to count?
When I can learn everything from the Count