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 Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

December 23, 2016 at 4:14 pm (Folklore, Horror, Mythology, Poetry, The Supernatural) (, , , , , , , , )

The Howling of The Frost Giants: A Poem

Outside the house the frost giants howl
preparing for the Norse Ragnarok
December 2016- a descent into darkness
A land of winter but no Christmas
as C.S. Lewis foresaw
A Narnia ruled by a Queen of Snow and Ice

Outside the house the frost giants howl
to the materialist just great gusts of wind and snow
to the magician wicked spirits of ice and snow
risen from the depths of Niflheim
Loki calls to Thor in adversarial jest
Fenrir howls at Odin
Great serpents rise in this land of the damned
A Hell minus centigrade and minus Fahrenheit
where snow and ice devour instead of flames

Trolls and ogres have left their underground caves
and openly walk the streets of the city
great blemishes of ugliness and decay
Oh for the laser machete of Pan Goatee to slaughter such ugly beasts

Outside the house the frost giants howl
Christmas without Christ is here
but instead of a Transhumanist technological utopia
Old beasts and old gods have returned
Old devils laugh in glee
mocking lights on a Christmas tree.

Man and Superman- thy godhood has arrived
but lesser than the trees and the stars
More powerful ancient spirits are also here
This is the season Prophets and Mystics did fear
It has come to pass
in the form of Wintery blast
The Frost Giants are here!
They laugh and they jeer!
An Ice Age Reign of Terror!
Talk of a Promised Land- all in error!
As gods fall from a celestial hall, wolf and serpent scowl,
Outside the house the frost giants howl.

-A poem written by Christopher
Monday December 19th 2016.

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Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount

March 23, 2014 at 7:21 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Peter Whitstable On The Temple Mount

Peter Whitstable the man they called the Fox Mulder of Interpol stood on the Temple Mount.

He was looking for signs of a panther that had been seen on the Temple Mount.

Peter Whitstable believed the panther was Konalu a creature that was created by being astral projected from the mind of Fenrir the Battle of Ragnarok apocalyptic wolf from Norse mythology.

He decided it would be a good thing to get out of the office at Interpol’s International Headquarters in Lyon, France because it looked like it would only be a matter of time before his co-workers called the men in the white suits bearing straight jackets and emerging from their paddy wagons.

While in Israel, he had asked to see the man at Mossad they called the Controller of the Golem.

His request for an appointment was turned down.

As he stood on the Temple Mount, he recognized the demon Asmodeus standing on the same mount yawning and smoking a large extra-King sized cigarette.

Peter Whitstable sometimes wished that he had taken up drinking or sniffing glue.

Then he’d have an excuse for seeing what he sometimes saw.

This was one of those moments.

. . .

Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan was in his bedroom.

He looked up and noticed a black panther approaching him.

Unsure of what to do, Erdogan held out his hand and started purring, “Nice kitty. Nice kitty.”

He hoped that the panther wasn’t Syrian and wasn’t a pro-Bashar Assad sympathizer seeing as how Turkey had just shot down a Syrian military plane.

He hoped that the panther wasn’t an avid Twitter user either- one who was pissed at not being able to access his Twitter account in Turkey.

. . .

Russian President Vladimir Putin told the Commander of Russian Forces who were amassing on the border with Ukraine to wait for his instructions on whether or not to go ahead and invade all Ukraine.

He would leave the speaker phone on in his office and if he were to start shouting “Yes! Yes! Yes!” that would be his order to cross the border and take all of Ukraine and unite it to the Russian Motherland.

As he stood at the window and gazed out at the Moscow landscape with its domed churches and crosses, he wondered if he could spot the Golden Arches of the nearest McDonald’s as he suddenly felt a craving for a Big Mac (which mercifully had escaped the list of U.S. and EU sanctions against Moscow).

Suddenly the beautiful and lovely seductress the Babylonian Vampiress Lilith flew in through his office window.

She was wearing the latest spring fashion Cartier white evening dress with gold sequins.

She threw Putin back on to the Russian black bear skin rug in his office, ripped off all his clothes and mounted him.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Putin was soon screaming in a matter of minutes.

The General put his phone down.

He addressed his aide- a handsome young lieutenant with whom he re-enacted ancient Spartan army nighttime maneuvers.

“Well there we have the order,” the General said, “we take all of Ukraine.”

“That’s good,” his lieutenant answered, “I’ve kind of got a hankering for Kiev style homemade perogies at the moment.”

“But first you must have a Russian sausage,” the General pulled down his pants.

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Sunday March 23rd
2014.

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Fenrir In Ukraine

March 5, 2014 at 6:53 pm (Geopolitics and International Relations, Horror, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Fenrir In Ukraine

As Ukrainian military service men gazed out their bases in Crimea that were surrounded by Russian troops that the Vladimir Putin regime in Russia described as “private pro- Russian forces”, they happened to notice a strange sight.

Every so often a wolf would appear at some point outside the barracks.

Then he’d disappear.

Seconds later the same wolf would appear at another side of the barracks.

The wolf was the Norse wolf Fenrir preparing for the Battle of Ragnarok.

. . .

Israeli soldiers patrolling the Temple Mount in Jerusalem noticed a peculiar phenomenon.

Every so often a panther would appear.

Then as the soldier raised his rifle, the panther would disappear.

And then would appear again on another sector of the Temple Mount seconds later.

The panther was Konalu.

Konalu was a powerful being that was created and astral projected by the Norse wolf Fenrir’s powerful psyche.

. . .

The talks in Paris between Russia and the West over the situation in Ukraine made little progress.

As U.S. Secretary of State John Kerry and Russian Foreign Minister Sergei Lavrov grimaced at one another, a huge giant eye with wings flew above them.

The winged eye was the Eye of Horus.

Outside the building where talks were taking place a group of youths were listening on an iPod to that old Billy Idol song from the 1980s,

“Got no human grace
your eyes without a face…”

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Wednesday March 5th
2014

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Lilith In Kiev

January 28, 2014 at 8:44 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, News, The Supernatural, Vampire novel) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Lilith In Kiev

Former U. S. President Jimmy Carter looked out the residence of his Georgia home as a rare and fierce snow storm raged outside.

In addition to the snow he was surprised to see the ancient Norse god Thor stumbling through the raging snow drifts clutching his hammer Mjolnir.

Following Thor and growling at him was the Norse wolf Fenrir.

Fenrir had around his neck a small barrel flask (like those worn by Saint Bernard dogs in the Swiss Alps) that had on it the words RAGNAROK OR BUST.

. . .

Ukrainian Prime Minister Mykola Azarov had just announced his resignation and that of the entire governing cabinet.

When the protesting crowds in the streets of the Ukrainian capital of Kiev heard the news, they erupted into loud cheers.

Standing in the midst of the protestors looking conspicuous in a long flowing white evening gown was the ancient but extremely young looking Babylonian vampiress Lilith (who was History’s first vampiress).

Lilith was checking her Nokia Lumia smart phone and had read on her BBC News app that Russian President Vladimir Putin had come down with severe heartburn following a dinner of Belgian waffles he had after an EU-Russia Summit held in Brussels.

Just then she got a text message from the Demon Asmodeus who was standing atop the Temple Mount in Jerusalem.

Asmodeus asked her to call him right away as he said something of great cosmic significance was about to happen.

Lilith also got a text message from one of Paris’ most exclusive fashion shoe stores saying the custom made order she had given for a pair of exclusive high fashion footwear had now come in and would she please call them right away.

Lilith pushed a button and sped dialed the number of the Paris shoe store.

A few seconds later she pushed another button and put an incoming call from the demon Asmodeus on hold.

. . .

To be continued.

-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Tuesday January 28th
2014.

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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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