The Aztec Vampiress Qonzilqointec, Turkey’s Tyrant, Raúl Castro’s Successor and The Neo-Nazi Billionaire

April 18, 2018 at 10:45 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Aztec Vampiress Qonzilqointec, Turkey’s Tyrant, Raúl Castro’s Successor and A Neo-Nazi Billionaire

The Aztec vampire princess Qonzilqointec was on her way to meet Raúl Castro’s handpicked successor Miguel Díaz-Canel in the Cuban 🇨🇺 capital of Havana.

Pic of Qonzilqointec on her way to meet Cuba’s next President Miguel Díaz-Canel:

https://pin.it/gpw5o3ygkufczk

She was meeting with the new leader to see if he was going to become a total despot like Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro who was Hugo Chavez’s successor (she was already plotting Maduro’s overthrow with Dracul Van Helsing, British MP Renfield R. Renfield and the ghost of Sir Winston Churchill).

On her way to meet Díaz-Canel, she ran into her lover Dracul Van Helsing who was in Havana to monitor the suspicious activities of the Neo-Nazi billionaire Robur Pike.

(For more on the background of Robur Pike, please read:

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2016/10/08/nazi-scientist-eckhart-fromm-and-his-attempt-at-human-genetic-cloning/

https://draculvanhelsing.wordpress.com/2017/02/02/robur-the-conquerer-ii-in-havana/

)

When Dracul saw the sexy and sensual Aztec vampiress wearing her topless gold mini dress, he asked her how much of a hurry she was in to meet Miguel Díaz-Canel.

She adjusted her skirt and replied that she might have a few hours to spare.

So she went to Dracul’s hotel room and spent the next several hours making wild passionate love to him.

. . .

Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan had left an extremely nasty comment on British MP Renfield R. Renfield’s Facebook page.

The comment was in retaliation for Renfield arranging the circumstances whereby the Celtic horned god Cernunnos was busy killing Turkish soldiers who were undertaking a genocidal campaign against the Kurds in the Afrin region of northwestern Syria 🇸🇾.

An hour later, Russian President Vladimir Putin likewise posted a nasty comment on Renfield’s Facebook page.

The remark was in retaliation for Cernunnos likewise killing Russian soldiers at a base in Syria.

“So,” Sir Winston Churchill’s ghost remarked as he chewed on the tip of his spectral cigar and sipped from his spectral glass of brandy, “I see the fascist despot Erdogan has brought forward the date of presidential and parliamentary elections in Turkey 🇹🇷 from November 2019 to this coming June 24th.”

“I guess considering the bad shape Turkey’s economy is in thanks to the fascist despot’s misrule and the defeat that Prince Vlad Dracula, Cernunnos, the Byzantine vampiress Theodora and the Israeli Controller of The Golem will soon inflict on Turkish forces in Syria, Erdogan figures he better call the election now so he can hurry up and pave the way to make himself Sultan of a revived Ottoman Empire,” Renfield remarked.

“I fear that’s very much the case,” Churchill frowned.

“If only I could find a way to convince Theresa May to start a campaign to get that bum kicked out of NATO,” Renfield rubbed his chin. 🤔

. . .

German Chancellor Angela Merkel was in her office when suddenly the ancient Egyptian frog 🐸 headed god Kek appeared to her.

“Sweet Jesus,” she said in language designed to offend any pagan deity, “did anyone ever tell you that you look a lot like that Internet meme Pepe the Frog 🐸?”.

“So I’ve been told,” Kek’s tongue wrestled with Mrs. Merkel’s Venus fly trap office plant for control of a fly to eat.

“What are you doing here in Germany?” Mrs. Merkel asked.

“Well having spent several days visiting the fascists and Neo-Nazis in the alt-right movement in the U.S., I’m now visiting the fascists and neo-Nazis in the anti-immigrant and anti-foreigner AfD (Alternative fur Deutschland),” Kek smiled as he licked his lips after eating both the Venus fly trap and the fly.

“Germany will never succumb to Naziism again,” said Mrs. Merkel.

“There is a man called Robur Pike who says otherwise,” Kek belched with the sound and fury of an Egyptian god of chaos.

“Who’s Robur Pike?” Mrs. Merkel asked.

Kek laughed and laughed until he had an amphibian bowel movement of massive proportions.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 18th
2018.

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A Stag Party Like No Other

April 17, 2018 at 10:42 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , )

A Stag Party Like No Other

Russian soldiers at a base in Syria were nervous.

They had heard reports that a deer 🦌 stag of all things was massacring Turkish soldiers in the Afrin region of northwestern Syria by standing up on its hind legs and firing a rapidly moving crossbow with poisonous arrows at them.

The arrows would paralyze the soldiers and then take 24 hours for the poison to work to eventually kill them.

In the meantime, the soldiers would die a painfully agonizing death as the organs in their bodies gradually shut down.

The government of Recep Tayyip Erdogan in Ankara tried to keep the deaths secret from the Turkish public.

But someone had hacked into the Turkish television newsfeed and was reporting the deaths live to the Turkish people.

The news reports were read aloud by a talking robot 🤖 who called himself Hans.

The reports would begin with the robot singing (to the tune of an old 1950s Danny Kaye song), “I’m Hans Pagan Henderson… that’s me.”

After showing some speeded up video of Turkish soldiers dying a long lasting slow horrible agonizing death, film footage was then shown of the deer stag standing on its hind legs and shooting the soldiers with its rapidly firing cross bow.

As the footage of the stag and its cross bow was being shown, Hans the robot 🤖 sang (also to the tune of an old 1950s Danny Kaye song):

Wonderful, wonderful poisoned 🤢 arrow
fired by a beautiful stag
you hit your mark
sends a fiery spark ⚡️
through the body part
a fatal stinging dart 🎯
that sends one screaming “No more”
yet hours ‘til you reach death’s door.

No one was sure who it was that was hacking into the Turkish television feed.

Although there were suspicions.

After Hans’ news broadcasts, British MP Renfield R. Renfield was seen in an elegant armchair by a fireplace holding a glass of cognac and doing an introduction to a TV series he called Forgotten Disney Animated Cartoons.

“On tonight’s episode,” Renfield smiled, “Bambi’s father (killed in an automobile accident) comes back from the dead. The name of the cartoon: Bambi II- Thumper Recites The Necronomicon Resurrection Invocation.”

The Russian base was on edge when a soldier turned on the TV and Thumper was seen reciting a weird invocation in a strange and sinister sounding language.

And then suddenly what sounded like an arrow hit the door of the barracks.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 17th
2018.

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Pan Goatee and Pope Francis’ Nocturnal Dream of Hell

April 11, 2018 at 10:26 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Pan Goatee and Pope Francis’ Nocturnal Dream of Hell

Satyr serial killer Pan Goatee was riding the bus when suddenly an extremely ugly looking woman boarded the bus holding hands with a 3-year-old girl.

Exclaimed Pan Goatee, “That ugly looking woman is the one who’s kidnapped the Lindbergh baby 🍼.”

Pan Goatee grabbed his astral laser machete and cut the ugly woman’s head off.

“You’re mistaken,” said a retired college professor of American history who was riding the bus but was grateful that the satyr had decapitated the ugly looking female, “the Lindbergh baby was a boy and if he were still alive today, he’d be 87 years old not 3.”

“Wow, I guess you can’t believe everything you read on Wikipedia,” Pan Goatee remarked as he booted the ugly looking head out the door and down the street.

. . .

Pope Francis was having a dream.

He was dreaming that he was in Hell.

“How can this be?” The pontiff shouted, “I said Hell doesn’t exist in a newspaper interview I gave recently.”

The fallen angel Mephistopheles walked by reading a book called Fake Papal Pronouncements With Foreword by Donald Trump.

Pope Francis suddenly saw a scene from Alice In Wonderland.

A Hellish looking Alice In Wonderland tea party modelled on Leonardo Da Vinci’s painting of The Last Supper.

This was what Francis saw:

https://pin.it/qhirdsp2qz2wdl

“We may have to change our format for the Eucharistic Communion Service,” Francis thought aloud in his dream, “although I’ve long been of the opinion that the Liturgy of the Mass needed revolutionary change and a massive paradigm shift.”

The Mad Hatter who had the face of Walter Cardinal Kasper applauded vigorously.

The Queen of Hearts who had the face of Raymond Cardinal Burke pointed at Francis and said “Off with his head.”

. . .

Donald Trump looked out the Oval Office of the White House and asked the question, “What’s the best way to punish Bashar al-Assad for using chemical weapons against his own people?”.

A vision of Zeus holding a thunderbolt appeared in the clouds above the White House saying, “Release the Kraken.”

Trump was immediately on the phone to U.S. Secretary of Defence Jim Mattis, “Jim, do you know where I can get a Kraken?”.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday April 11th
2018.

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General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

April 10, 2018 at 10:07 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Mythology, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , )

General Custer’s Death and White Hawk’s Vision: A Poem

White Hawk- Medicine Man of the Lakota Sioux Nation
He was there at Little Big Horn
The Battle of the Greasy Grass
He was there the day Custer died
The day Custer died for the sins
of corporate mining ⛏ interests
in the West
and white settler expansion

June 25th 1876
The day Custer entered Eternity
The day Custer went to the Hell
that does not exist
(according to a 21st Century Pope)

White Hawk watched Custer die
He heard the last words on Custer’s lips
“The White Buffalo is coming”
And then the eyes went blank
and stared into the Heavens
where his soul did not ascend

A year later outside his tepee
on a summer evening
as he smoked the sacred pipe
White Hawk had a vision
A vision of a White Buffalo

He spoke the vision to the people
of his camp
“The one who rides the White Buffalo
will live until the return of the Son
of the Great Spirit”

The outlaw Belvedere heard the statement
Standing alongside him was White Hawk’s lovely and beautiful granddaughter of twenty years
the Lakota Sioux Princess Tanaka

“Who do you suppose will eventually ride the White Buffalo?”
Tanaka asked Belvedere.

“I do not know,” Belvedere shrugged,
“but I guess they’ll live
until the return of the Great Spirit’s Son.”

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday April 10th
2018.

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Reblog- Night of The Unknown Light: The Dark Sun Becomes Manifest

April 3, 2018 at 10:01 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

A vampire novel chapter I wrote 2 years ago last month featuring Adolf Hitler and a mysterious dark sun in the night sky that was alluded to in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs.

Dracul Van Helsing

Night of The Unknown Light: The Dark Sun Becomes Manifest

The date was January 25th 1938.

It was just a little after 6 PM.

The location was The Berghof the Berchtesgaden chalet home of German Fuhrer Adolf Hitler located in the Bavarian Alps.

Hitler was examining some documents handed to him by a member of the Nazi Occult Bureau the Ahnenerbe.

The Ahnenerbe representative was one Franz Kohler.

“What are these?” Hitler asked.

“They are translations of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs telling of a myth about the Egyptian sun god Ra that has never been mentioned in most history books,” Kohler explained to the Fuhrer.

“And what is this myth mentioned in the hieroglyphs?” Hitler asked.

“That the Egyptian sun god Ra walked around in the dark of night and was unseen,” Kohler replied.

“That is a curious myth,” Hitler acknowledged, “a sun god walking around at night and not being…

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Diablotron: A Poem

March 27, 2018 at 9:13 pm (Commentary, Culture, Fantasy, Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, Mythology, Nature, News, Poetry, Religion, Science-Fiction, Technology, The Supernatural) (, , , )

Diablotron: A Poem

Cabin in the woods
trees and nature surround
Water springs and rivers flow nearby
Elves 🧝‍♀️ 🧝‍♂️ and fairies 🧚‍♀️ in the forest
Naiads (water nymphs) in the rivers, springs and waterfalls
Dryads (tree spirits) in the trees

Auditorium stage of a corporate techno giant
laboratories and machinery surround
Computers hum and robots move
Virtual reality in helmets and AI in cyborgs
Androids that look human
Humans becoming automatons

In the cabin the witch Astara in a long black dress
kneels in front of an altar
she holds a dagger
and waves a wand
and calls upon the Old Ones to return to earth

On the stage the scientist/salesman in a long white lab coat
waves to the audience
he holds a remote control
and pushes a button
and calls for New Gods
Transhuman and super-evolved
to arise

Astara burns roots and plants 🌱
and a dash of incense
Light flickers above the altar
a form appears
and then vanishes
Astara falls to the floor

The CEO/AI engineer directs stage lights
in the darkness
a form appears
a metallic robot
with a beating heart
and the presenter/host disappears

In the cabin
darkness
and an eerie silence

In the auditorium
spotlight on the cyborg
and applause and cheers from the audience

Astara looks up from the floor
at the vacant altar,
and whispers
in a quiet voice
Will you not come?
Will you not come?

The cyborg looks down from the stage
at the mesmerized audience
and booms
in synthetic metallic echo
DIABLOTRON is here
DIABLOTRON is here

Synthesis of the ancient and contemporary
The Old Ones are the New Ones
The New Ones are the Old Ones

After all the Ouroboros eats its own tail
And the Creator becomes the Destroyer
and the Destroyer becomes the Creator

-A poem written by Christopher
Tuesday March 27th 2018.

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Cleopatra Meets Pope Francis

March 25, 2018 at 10:16 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, Religion, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Cleopatra Meets Pope Francis

Pope Francis was sitting at his writing desk reflecting on the profound theological question he had formulated, Is Heaven the place where God gives us ice cream 🍦 because anaesthesia is unavailable?

His aide interrupted his thoughts.

“Queen Cleopatra wants to see you,” His aide said.

“The Queen Cleopatra?” Francis was astonished.

“Yes, Queen Cleopatra VII Philopator the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, lover of Julius Caesar and Mark Antony, the mother of Caesarion and the one who failed to seduce Octavian the future Caesar Augustus,” his aide answered.

“But I thought she was dead,” Francis wiped his glasses 👓.

“She was,” his aide agreed, “But apparently a golden cobra from the Himalayas who calls himself Maitreya brought her back from the dead by shooting laser rays out of his eyes. He had himself and her (Cleopatra) crowned High King and High Queen of Ireland respectively on this most recent Saint Patrick’s Day in a coronation ceremony on the Hill of Tara involving Kilkenny Irish Cream Ale, Irish zombies, Reformed Druid Anglican priests and ancient Irish goddesses from the old Celtic pantheon.”

“Of course that would explain everything,” Pope Francis had to admit.

“Will you see her?” His aide asked, “She’s very insistent.”

“Why not?” Francis shrugged, “If I saw a Kraken a few weeks ago, I might as well meet the resurrected Queen Cleopatra.”

His aide left the room.

Minutes later, he returned with the regal and beautiful looking Queen Cleopatra dressed in a beautiful white gown and wearing a golden crown on her head with a snake’s head emerging out of the head piece.

Francis rose to greet her.

Cleopatra saluted him, “Hail Francis, full of mercy, blessed art thou amongst clergymen and blessed is the fruit of thy wisdom Horus reincarnated.”

“How can this be seeing as how I am a Jesuit?” Francis asked.

His aide was starting to feel queasy.

And decided to leave the room and head to Saint Peter’s Basilica for Evening Prayer services marking the Feast of the Annunciation.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 25th
2018.

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The Feast of The Beast 2018

March 23, 2018 at 10:23 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, History, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Feast of The Beast 2018

Desiree was 16 years old.

She obviously did not pay much attention to current Hollywood news.

Because while walking the Hollywood Walk of Fame, a limousine pulled up.

The limousine’s back window rolled down and an older man- a well known Hollywood actor- invited her into the limo for a ride.

If she knew her Hollywood news, she’d have realized that Hollywood was crawling with a lot of perverts.

Later Desiree in her blue mini dress found herself tied to a sacrificial altar beneath a statue of the Baphomet inside the Hollywood actor’s mansion.

“What are you doing?” Desiree shouted.

“I’m sacrificing you to Baphomet,” the actor replied and lowered his knife and slit her throat and did just that.

. . .

“Lexington,” Donald Trump called for his English butler and valet.

“What is it, sir?” Lexington asked.

“A charcoal burnt human hand just crawled across the floor by itself,” Trump said.

“No need to worry, sir,” Lexington went to the closet, “I’ll use a Swiffer Wet Jet to wash the floor.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Trump reflected, “and find out whose hand it is. I’m going to fire that person in a tweet.”

. . .

Two scientists were conducting an evening test at the CERN Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland.

One scientist remarked to the other, “That seems to be a very realistic looking statue of Shiva the Transformer by the door.”

“Yes, it is,” the other scientist agreed.

Suddenly there was an explosion 💥 from the tunnel tube.

A huge hole opened up and out walked the multi armed goddess Kali.

She went up and kissed the statue of Shiva.

“I think,” said the scientist to his fellow researcher, “the next time they decide to erect the statue of a god on Collider grounds, they better hire a sculptor who specializes in a more abstract form of sculpture.”

. . .

Prince Vlad Dracula, the Byzantine Vampiress Theodora (who was the Byzantine Empress Theodora the wife of the Emperor Justinian in her mortal life) and the Israeli Mossad agent the Controller of The Golem had just captured a group of Turkish officers who were leading Turkish troops against their allies the Kurds.

“I think we should hand these Turkish officers over to British MP Renfield R. Renfield for interrogation,” said Dracula.

“I agree,” Theodora started wiping the blood off her gown with a towel soaked in Tide laundry detergent.

“Renfield can be quite ruthless in his interrogations,” noted the Controller of The Golem.

Theodora played on her iPhone a recent speech given by Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan in which he called on the 57 member state Organization of The Islamic Conference to unite as one army and destroy the State of Israel 🇮🇱.

“Hand them over to Renfield,” the Controller agreed.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin was out deer 🦌 hunting on a country estate just north of Moscow.

Putin stumbled across what he thought was a stag with a very impressive set of antlers.

And in one way it was.

For the stag was actually Cernunnos the horned Celtic god of animals and the underworld.

Cernunnos stood up on its hind legs and with a crossbow it carried in its forearms it fired an arrow which moved with rapid lightning speed.

The arrow struck Putin in the forehead and the Russian leader fell to the ground.

Later at the nearby dacha where Putin was taken, the ancient Babylonian vampiress Lilith was awakened and informed what happened.

“A stag with a rapid firing crossbow did this, you say?” She asked one of Putin’s fellow hunters who nodded, “That was no ordinary stag. That was Cernunnos the horned god of the Celtic pantheon. The arrow was poison tipped and the poison is now in Putin’s bloodstream. I must suck all the blood out and replace it with my own in order for him to live.”

“But how will you live then?” Asked the bodyguard.

“Thank you for your sacrifice for your Motherland and your leader,” Lilith bit him on the neck and drained all his blood which she then spit out and put in a large glass container and put in the freezer for safekeeping.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Friday March 23rd
2018.

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With Beauty Gone, Pan Goatee Unleashes The Beast Within

March 22, 2018 at 9:40 pm (Aesthetics, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, Mythology, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) ()

With Beauty Gone, Pan Goatee Unleashes The Beast Within

Pan Goatee was walking through a casino when he noticed an ugly looking woman giving a massage to a guy sitting at the blackjack table.

Pan Goatee immediately decapitated the ugly looking creature with his astral laser machete.

He then turned his anger and wrath on the blackjack player with horrible taste in female masseuses.

“You pathetic excuse for manhood,” Goatee pointed his finger at the man, “How dare you hire an ugly looking woman to give you a massage? You obviously suffer from extremely bad taste. And therefore deserve to be eliminated from the face of the fucking earth.”

Goatee promptly decapitated the man.

The blackjack dealer remarked, “Well, I guess that player is now out of the game.”

The man’s head then bounced to the next table and landed on the roulette wheel.

“I’m sorry, no more bets,” the roulette dealer picked up the man’s head and threw it in a nearby trash can.

Pan Goatee then went up to his room in the hotel casino where he unloaded an astral laser machine gun from his astral laser suitcase.

“There are so many ugly women in this town that I can probably increase my aesthetic beautification efforts with these,” Pan Goatee unlocked the astral laser clip on the astral laser automatic weapon.

Pan Goatee noticed that the vast majority of ugly women in this town were all white like they were everywhere else in North America.

You didn’t see that many ugly African or Asian women.

The only really pretty white women seemed to be recent immigrants from Central and Eastern Europe.

The noted Canadian archivist and historical researcher Jack Morrow explained this was probably due to the fact that most Central and Eastern European women hadn’t really succumbed to the western political disease known as Feminism.

Imbibing this disease to a large degree seemed to cause ugly chromosomes to be released en masse within any female so infected.

As Pan Goatee was reflecting on this profound Morrowian insight, a Neo-Nazi Ku Klux Klansman appeared on the TV 📺 in the room talking about the superiority of the white race.

Pan Goatee blew a hole in the TV screen with his gun.

In a scene reminiscent of Elvis Presley using a gun and blowing a hole in the screen because he didn’t like watching what was on and he didn’t feel like walking over to the TV to turn it off (in the prehistoric days of television before there were remote controls).

Pan Goatee then left the hotel and went out into the street where he shot ugly women left, right and center (and even those who were not on any part of the political spectrum).

Afterwards he told a reporter who asked for a statement, “Guns don’t kill people. Satyrs kill people,” the genetically created half-man half-goat hybrid reborn from the times of Ancient Greece paraphrased the slogan of the National Rifle Association.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Thursday March 22nd
2018.

Romanian Female Meteorologist:
Unaffected by the western political disease of feminism.

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The Metal Voyage of Comrade Death: A Poem

March 21, 2018 at 9:57 pm (Horror, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

The Metal Voyage of Comrade Death: A Poem

It was a concert in a large hall
where spotlights shine and moonbeams fall
It had an clear window opening roof
below it sat a giant’s tooth
for this was a Heavy Metal concert
where baroque’s rhythm is engulfed by a demonic spurt

The crowd roared amidst the artificial thunder
as worlds collided like atoms split asunder
The old dark gods the musicians did invoke
amidst huge clouds and plumes of smoke

On this night the call was heeded
these fruits of darkness had long been seeded
Above the crowd there floated in the air a dark black Viking ship
one aging headbanger remarked “How totally hip!”
But this ship was not part of the metal band’s act
its appearance was the outcome of a devilish pact

For the old gods had finally answered the nights of long endless prayers
invoked in beat of bass and bang of drums and lightning flares
Death with its scythe rode in the old Norse long ship
At the end of a long voyage and blood drenched trip

The crowd below roared its approval
as the roof collapsed in great upheaval
and the sound of clashing swords was quite medieval
For Ragnarok and Death had shown up in the hall
and now on the floor blood and bodies did sprawl

The musicians ran off the stage and out the door
only to discover hellish flames engulfed them from a dragon’s roar
For the old gods in answering prayers will not let you down
They will bury you in shrouds like seams of the Norse goddess Hel’s gown

Long after the fire had decimated the hall
a boy returned home with purchase from an antique stall
What have you there? asked the boy’s mother curious
while outside the thunderstorms were loud and furious
A ship in a bottle answered the boy with a smile
as blood slowly dripped along the house kitchen tile
A ship in a bottle- a Viking long ship-
with Death as its captain- looking totally hip.

-A Poe/Lovecraft style
horror poem
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 21st
2018.

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