Nevermore

December 21, 2011 at 10:39 pm (Poetry) (, , )

It is indeed the bleak December
but no rapping
no tapping
the chamber door will open no more
strangers come
strangers go
the bust of Pallas Athena broken with a blow
the pieces fall to the floor
the raven drops dead…
its voice heard nevermore.

-A poem written by Christopher Van Helsing
Wednesday December 21st 2011.

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The Shakespearian Actor’s Final Performance

December 17, 2011 at 11:19 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , )

The old actor walked on to the stage
still famous but no longer the rage
his name was no longer on everyone’s lips
save old theatre critics in their alcoholic sips.
What number? What performance was this?
What actress was it he was supposed to kiss?
What were the rest of his lines?
What exactly were the curtain times?
The part of Romeo was so long ago
no longer a young Hamlet with Laertes his foe
no longer an Antony addressing the crowds of Rome
nor even a MacBeth killing Duncan at home
It now seemed with each passing year
he was condemned to play the part of Lear
Or was he Prospero working his magic for the final time?
What was it? What was the next line?
He looked at the body lying flat on the stage
at an old tired face no longer the rage
where was the applause?
where were the oohs and awes?
The audience were on their feet but where were the cheers?
Or for that matter even the sound of some heckler’s jeers?
Is there a doctor in the house? The cry went up.
Wasn’t it time he wondered to drink the cup?
But move his hands he could not
he seemed frozen to the spot
and that tired tired face that was his
seemed vacant of agony or bliss
he seemed to be drifting further and further away…
away from this night into Endless Day.

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday evening December 17th 2011

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts…
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act II, scene vii

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Fenrir The Wolf And The Hell There Is

December 7, 2011 at 9:34 pm (Vampire novel) (, , )

Fenrir saw another pathetically ugly woman- this one with a misshapen pug nose like a pug dog would have.

When she left the convenience store, Fenrir summoned the panther entity Konalu from his psyche.

The panther Konalu sprang on to the ugly looking redhead and tore her apart.

Fenrir continued on his way.

He decided to revert to his human form.

The wolf shapeshifted into a man.

As he walked down the sidewalk, another man came from another direction.

The two brushed against one another.

The man shapeshifted back into his natural form Fenrir the Wolf.

He sprang on to the man and tore him apart.

He then continued down the sidewalk- but remained in the shape of a wolf.

He passed a furniture and appliance store where in the window the TV was on and one of Satan’s biggest useful idiots the retired U.S. Episcopalian Bishop John Shelby Spong was telling the interviewer that there was no such place as Hell.

The wolf hound from the place that didn’t exist (according to Bishop Spong) continued on down the street.

To be continued.

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Fenrir The Wolf and Konalu The Panther

December 3, 2011 at 11:55 pm (Vampire novel) (, , , , )

Twirling and twirling the snow blew.

Like a huge vortex of moving blinding white, it moved like a tornado in a prairie dust bowl save this was the snow white ground of Merrie England.

The snow stopped outside the old ancient village of stone houses.

The vortex of twirling snow stopped and stepping out of it like a figure emerging from a phone booth was the wolf Fenrir.

Fenrir- the monstrously hellish wolf of Norse mythology, the son of the evil demonic trickster god Loki, the father of the wolves Skoll and Hati, the biter off of the right hand of the Norse god Tyr and the prophesied slayer of the Norse god Odin during the cosmic end times battle of Ragnarok.

Such are the once and future accomplishments of the wolf Fenrir.

Fenrir entered the village and outside the stone post office of the village was confronted by the sight of a fat pathetically ugly woman.

And most shockingly of all the fat pathetic ugly woman had a baby in a stroller with her.

If the shapeshifting hamster Renfield R. Renfield had been around, he’d have most likely quipped, “Who the Hell would want to fuck that?”.

Amadeus Emanon if he had been there might have said, “Maybe she has a great personality.”

To which Renfield would have shrewdly replied, “Yes but one can’t fuck a personality- at least not in a bodily sexual sense.”

Fenrir called upon the panther Konalu- an astrally produced panther created by a far advanced psychic beam projected externally from the wolf’s powerful psyche.

The panther Konalu ripped the fat pathetic ugly looking woman to pieces.

That way Fenrir didn’t have to touch the piece of garbage.

Fenrir then directed the panther to rip the baby apart which it did.

Fenrir then continued down the snow swept street.

He was confronted by the sight of five drunken university students stumbling out of the village pub where they had stopped to imbibe on their way back to their university town from an overnight excursion they had taken to London.

The five were stumbling their way back to a small Volkswagen.

The BBC’s public service broadcasts in which American actress Lindsay Lohan urged the British people not to drink and drive had obviously been lost on the five sobriety challenged idiots.

But like an ancient and yet so modern champion of People Against Impaired Driving, the wolf Fenrir jumped upon the five drunken youths and tore them apart limb from limb ripping them apart with his huge lupine jowls.

He then ate the remaining pieces of the five youths- flesh, bones, eyeballs and all.

Fenrir then emitted what sounded like a cross between a loud belch and a huge growl.

Fenrir’s blood alcohol level in his his huge lupine body had gone up considerably since gorging on the five drunken imbeciles.

He stumbled along the road outside the village.

A school bus that was driving a bunch of girls and their mothers from a nearby girls’ choral competition and concert came along the road.

The school bus driver was still feeling bad over having run over and killed a small dog on the road that morning.

As soon as he saw the wolf Fenrir and mistaking the wolf for a large dog, the bus driver hit the brakes causing the bus to swerve and go off the road into an ice bound creek breaking the ice.

The screams of the young girls and their mothers disturbed the wolf Fenrir’s highly sensitive hearing.

Fenrir despite his drunken stupor was still able to call upon and emit the panther Konalu from his psyche.

The panther Konalu dove into the icy water and ripped the screaming girls and their mothers to shreds.

The sound of flesh being ripped apart was music to Fenrir’s ears.

To be continued.

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