The Hall of The Baskervilles: A Poem

July 28, 2018 at 9:44 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Ghost Story, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Hall of The Baskervilles: A Poem

The hall of the Baskervilles stands empty now
Only living creature seen is a neighbour’s stray cow
It’s been over a century since Sherlock Holmes cracked the case
of this spectral hound who lacked amazing grace
Sir Henry Baskerville has taken Mrs. Stapleton for his bride
as Holmes and Watson left the moor in a carriage ride
Sir Henry and his wife only had one son
An only child- Simon full of spark and fun

During the Great War, Simon Baskerville served as a spy
He arranged the fall of Zeppelins from the sky
So great and masterful a spy was he
pissing off the High Command of Germany
Kaiser Wilhelm II personally ordered his death
“This last Baskerville must soon be devoid of breath”
And so the order went out to German Intelligence Agent Count von Klamp
A man who dated a sexy Valkyrie vamp
He sent the vamp to England fair
This vampiress with Aryan blonde hair
She seduced Simon on a dark and stormy night
The kind that gives Bulwer-Lytton’s prose a fright
And Simon had from his body every ounce of his manly blood drained
While outside the thunder roared as storm clouds rained

Simon was knighted posthumously
by George V in full ceremony
Count von Klamp attended the funeral knighting in disguise
while the Valkyrie wore dark glasses over her eyes

Today Baskerville Hall stands deserted and desolate
Preservation efforts made quite the mess of it
On some nights locals say the demonic hound can still be seen
Devil’s hound instead of God’s Lamb in Devon’s pastures green

And in the empty Baskerville Hall
Dashwood Forrest walked examining the wall
He was looking for a portrait painting of Sir Simon
He had a buyer a millionaire Steak Kidney 🥧 pie man

He came to the place on the wall it was supposed to be
And there stood Allatallahbel in all her vampiress glory

Allatallahbel the Vampiress Priestess of Baal standing in front of an empty portrait picture frame in Baskerville Hall

-A poem and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday July 28th
2018.

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The Bride of Baphomet: A Horror Poem

July 18, 2018 at 10:14 pm (Folklore, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, Mythology, News, Poetry, The Occult, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Bride of Baphomet: A Horror Poem

Atargatis’ mermaid invasion of the Israeli state was called off
on the day marking death of last Czar Romanov
so this wedding could take place
for the Baphomet would not lose face
He was in Jerusalem for his wedding
while devil worshipers checked his hotel bedding
It was the day after the anniversary of Bolshevik royal slaughter
that the Baphomet would take his trip to the altar

Who was his Bride?
DARPA’s latest pride
Panty Goatee
with a cheese soufflé
her pussy could take a lot of heat
for someone minus goats’ legs and feet

And the Baphomet could lick on and on to his heart’s content
like a porno film with a Hellish bent
Pussy filled with cheese soufflé
For gourmet Eros was the order of the day

Dr. Faustus Imhotep the acting head of DARPA had given the order
while volcanoes erupted in the land of Mordor

Panty’s twin brother Pan from whom she had been genetically cloned
wouldn’t be at wedding for he hadn’t been phoned.

So he had spent the day killing ugly females
with laser machete and his razor sharp nails
For he never got a manicure
but instead lopped off heads like combine in manure
Caligula Farms
definitely had its charms
for those who let their fat cows out of the barns

Diablotron the AI god
for whom Elon Musk was a silly sod
had instructed Faustus Imhotep on the wedding
right down to the size of nanite infested bedding
It would all come together like a Lovecraft tome
this wedding of Baphomet and Panty Goatee

The union of old gods with the new
So Armageddon can come true
Saint John might Divine
with all that’s fine
but the Apocalypse
Would follow Baphomet lips
Cheese soufflé is better with a mushroom
of an atomic variety for Bride and groom

The wedding would take place on the Temple Mount
recently vacated by Dracula the Count
The old Transylvanian/Wallachian
accompanied by a single Dalmatian
had taken a recent tour of the Holy City
And said aloud, it’s all very pretty

But it was called the City of Peace for nought
for it was a place for which many had fought
It was a scene of much blood and gore
awaiting a visit by Donald the bore
But until that time
when idiocy turns sublime
This royal wedding must take place
to let blood flow in this Holy place
Sacred to religions three
like Lakota warrior’s heart at Wounded Knee
It must all end in grief and strife
amidst much taking of human life

The Bride of Baphomet awaits
the cry of Banshees and Grecian Fates
Many threads of life will be cut
while she drinks blood from a golden cup

-A horror poem
and vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday  July 18th
2018.

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Queen of The Night: A Gothic Horror Poem

June 3, 2018 at 10:58 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mystery/horror, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , )

Queen of The Night: A Gothic Horror Poem

In the woods near New Orleans
Marie Le Soleil Levant
They call her the Queen of the Night
and her fingernails will squeeze you tight

She’ll rip your throat out
without a doubt
though no Masonic secrets you reveal
still she’ll crush you under her heel

Because the only thing she really needs
is the taste of human blood
and your veins and arteries shall outpour a very tasty flood

Midnight black coloured is her skirt
her blouse blood red like the blood you’ll squirt
you’ll die beneath a howling moon
as you leave this life all too soon

So depart this life
in bloodied strife
your throat ripped all to shreds
she may break a nail causing her tears to shed
but over you your body bled
will cause her no tears to shed

In the woods near New Orleans
Marie Le Soleil Levant
They call her the Queen of the Night
and her fingernails will squeeze you tight

-A gothic horror poem
written by Christopher
Sunday June 3rd
2018.

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Reblog- Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

April 15, 2018 at 10:01 pm (Avatar Speaks, Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, International Intrigue, Mystery/horror, News, Poetry, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , )

A poem I wrote 2 years ago.

Dracul Van Helsing

Lizards and Wizards: A Poem

It was a land where giant tulip bulbs grew
that grew in soil blood drenched through and through
The bulbs blood red in colour
like the soil that bled the Earth-Mother
And eating the bulbs were huge flamingoes
not pink like on your lawn goes
but blood red like the seed of human sacrifice
when all other oblations no longer suffice

And rising rising from the blood soaked ground
in a huge puff of red tinged smoke that twirled round and round
arose a wild-haired wild eyed looking wizard
who in a test tube carried a small red lizard
He lifted up high his feathered wand
in the clouds emerged a land beyond
With his left hand he lifted high his trusted wand
and with his right, emptied the test tube like a martini shaker for Bond
The lizard then fell to the earth beneath

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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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The Disco Clown: A Poem

May 26, 2015 at 8:34 pm (Horror, Mystery/horror, Poetry) (, , , , )

The Disco Clown: A Poem

They called him the Disco Clown
he wore an upside down frown
you might call it a smile
but if you walked a mile
in his shoes
you’d make the news
as the killer in the clown suit
If you see him, then scoot
for he’ll slash your throat
while invoking a goat
the dreaded Baphomet
a demon’s pet
half-goat and half-man
a transgendered ram
half-male half-female
goat’s horns and tail
and he’s worshipped by the Disco Clown
who hums disco tunes all over town
while dispatching human souls to the Underground.

-A horror poem
written by Christopher
Tuesday May 26th
2015.

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