"
Trick or Treat
In an aisle so deep,
Fleeting lights flicker,
Dancing shadows creep.

Trick or treat,
In a crooked house so dim,
Whispers swirl around,
With secrets held within.

Trick or treat,
I heard a ghastly scream,
Footsteps tiptoe,
Oh so close, it seems.

'Wanna play a game?'
The darkness starts to sway,
Crimson eyes glare, unblinking,
As my heart begins to fray.

Trick or treat,
Don’t look back,
Run away,
Into the night,
Where shadows slither and play,
Echoes of laughter fade away,
As fear leads you astray,
Through twisted paths where nightmares lay.
"

-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet

"
Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word,
Mama’s gonna sing you a song of birds.
Look at them twirl and swirl in midnight light,
While fireflies twinkle as they dance among the stars so bright,
Where dreams entwine with the world in flight.

“But, Mommy…
I’m scared...
Don’t leave me...”

“Don’t worry, my sweet pumpkin,
I’ll always be here,
In shadows and silence,
You’ve nothing to fear.”

Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word,
Mama's here to guide your midnight tour.
A soft, soothing chord made the moonlight sing,
As crickets hum their gentle offering.
Close your eyes, let your worries drift away,
Like galaxies cascading in ocean waves.
In the warmth of my arms, you can safely stay.

When twilight looms and the night feels long,
Listen to my rippling heartbeat; it’s your guiding song.
Feel the gentle night breeze whisper sweet dreams near,
With every breath, know that Mama is here.

Hush, little pumpkin, let the stars be your aide,
In this world of magic, there’s nothing to hide.
So rest your weary head and snuggle tight,
Mama will cuddle you till the morning light.
"

-Klausyuer: The Damed Poet

"
The light we dread on the path we tread,
Scorched by the morals we misuse.
Misread the darkness, our hearts distressed,
Mocked by the values we choose,
Led astray by the prophecies of disharmony.

Heralds of the Righteous, deaf to hideous cries,
Sombre pleas linger, unseen in the abyss.
Angels seek refuge in hell from our treachery,
Watching disdainfully the absurdity we create,
While Demons, now praying for salvation,
Witness the tragic fall of humanity.

Instruments of war masquerade as peace,
Tormenting the innocent’s fragile ease.
A nation built on unity’s roar,
Now silenced by the lies of the false majority,
As citizens, evicted by leaders once upheld,
Fall victim to the very mother they served.

The tranquil ocean of individuals,
Swept away by the puddle of atrocities.
The gavel of justice hammers the innocent,
While the illustrious clowns, adorned in lustrous lies, roam free.
As avatars of Themis fall to Eris' tempting kiss,
Our heroes, once righteous, now stab us in the back with monarchic bliss.

While the poor laugh abundantly at their chains,
The rich weep for sovereignty that wanes.
Failure is the epitome of success,
While schools terrify us to death,
Teaching the race between ending a valuable life
And the finish line of a hollow diploma.

Yet in hallowed halls, they preach dismay,
As arguments and debates suffocate the air,
In this world already choked by toxic despair.

The masks of leadership conceal deceit,
As false ideals march beneath victory's flag.
And when the hands that build also destroy,
Philosophy, once pure and guiding,
Now teaches Angels the art of demonology.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet

“
The dreams we shed, the lies we dread,
Hanging on, a fragile thread.
With death ahead, hold me close—
Don’t let me fall; I need you most.

I yearn for those days
When you held me tight in loving ways.
Now a dreadful smile haunts my sight—
Why did you let me plead, alone in the night?

The lies we spun, so tenderly—
Don’t you know?
I cherished thee,
The one who chose to let me be.

Now I know, painfully,
The lies we told still bleed in me.
Please, one more time, just help me live;
I don’t want to hang on this thread,
Willingly—
You let me be,
Laughing gaily
As you toyed with me.

Can’t you hear my cries
As you tossed me aside,
Just like the toys you had?

I can’t live like this—
I’ve had enough
Of the lies you teased,
As you stripped me bare,
Enjoying me,
While I suffer in agony.

So please,
Heed my dying plea—
Just end my misery.
“
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet

"
When the slumbering sun sinks beneath moonlit rays,
Stars twinkle like glistening ocean pearls in the midnight haze.

An ice-cold lemonade breeze whispers through trees,
Tingling my skin, as humans huddle in cotton sheets.
Wolves prowl free through the slumbering wood,
While cats stretch in streets, drifting like air.
Galaxies flicker, soft as fireflies' light,
Cascading dreams through the soothing night.

Shooting stars glide, painting rainbow trails,
Rivers of dreams flow upon Twilight's reverie.
Whispers of lullabies rustle through trees,
As crickets’ soft song carries on the breeze.

The moon, a silver sun, hums from above,
Its silky rays pat the earth,
Casting soft shadows in a dance that I love.
Each breath I take releases my lingering fears,
As the world holds its breath, still, in midnight’s sphere.
"

Klausyuer: The ****** Poet

"
Forged by Mom's tender hands,
In the fiery lair of the kitchen where I was once a squire.
We swayed our aprons like a hero’s cape,
Bravely marched through the crucible’s draconic breath.

We unsheathed our wooden spatulas,
Raised our mighty metallic forks,
And lined our legion of spices, ready to make the dish.

Like witches,
We simmered the water with salt from the Baltic Sea,
And oil procured from the labyrinth of shelves.

As we waited for it to rattle with bubbles,
Our sweat poured like the pasta we threw,
While we smacked our iron pan into the horns of the oven.
It screeched an ear-piercing clang,
And we retaliated with our hearts beating a battle cry as we started for war.

My general ordered me to lay a grease trap.
Minutes passed; it sizzled,
The pan fired back boiling oil,
But we stood like walls—unyielding, fierce.
Brave onions leapt into the fray,
Sacrificing themselves, leaving us to grieve in tears
As the battle raged on.

The onion’s bittersweet, crispy breath inspired the garlic to follow,
Crackling in courage as it joined the heat.
Soon, bacon met the fire—
Crisping, releasing the smoky guardian from the labyrinth’s depth,
While mushrooms from the Elven forest charged in the clash.

The holy grail of Filipino-style Carbonara sauce rained on the battlefield,
Uniting the fallen, boiling *** and all,
Turning the *** into a smooth, white, creamy ocean with a steaming, smoky, crisp aroma.

We scooped our pasta water and drained the rest,
Baptized the *** with silky, snake-like pasta,
Adorned it with grainy black pepper,
And sprinkled it with golden cheese,
A finishing touch for our dish.

We cheered in victory as we prepared the feast,
Our kingdom rejoiced in tears at each slurp and each lick of our savoury dish.
As laughter echoed and stories flowed,
Mom crowned me the Carbonara knight,
A token of triumph for a job well done.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet

"

Strolling through malnourished trees,
Feeding my ego on dying leaves.
A pesticide with legs, following Mida's curse,
Blind to the forest’s muffled pleas.

As lumberjacks howl, shivering the trees,
Falling like dominos—nature’s unease.
Dazzled by the coins they bear,
Bathing in gold while letting them bleed.

Sauntering across smooth, glistening marble,
Within towering manors where excess meets.
Five-star meals line my plate,
While cars parade amidst nature's weeds.

I drain my wine like I drained the streams,
Oblivious to nature’s fading dreams.
Hallucinating as the air turns scarce,
With nothing but my greed to breathe.

"

-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet