Portals: A Poem

April 21, 2015 at 7:01 pm (Folklore, Horror, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Portals: A Poem

The 21st of April it was
Back in 753 B.C.
Romulus and Remus founded a new City.

Rome it was called – The Eternal City.

Inside the old house by the wishing well
the statue of the she- wolf fell.

The old man looked up
from his favourite cup.

“Romulus and Remus’ mother has gone,” the old man sighed.
Then the old man dropped his cup and died.

It was a hotel room in some distant city
the weather outside was not very pretty
and the two children a dish of potato chips did hoard
as they sat and played with a Ouija board.

The little boy asked, “Will I die soon?”
as the little girl licked her tablespoon.

What would the answer be? Anyone’s guess.
But the planchette moved to the spot marked Yes.

The little boy opened his mouth to scream
but nothing came out it would seem
for he just died- and ’twas no dream.

Google leaves one with thoughts to ponder
today’s explanation for the Loch Ness monster
one-eyed ETs piloting a sub
that has Nessie’s head above.

So now you know
before you go
look all around
listen for sound.

There are portals everywhere
in the attic- below the stair
Wormholes they are called by some
slithery worms slide through causing you to run
But this warning- you can run but you cannot hide
Just ask the many- the many who have died.

-A horror poem written by Christopher
Tuesday April 21st 2015.

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Fountain of Blood

February 10, 2014 at 8:05 pm (Horror, Mystery/horror, Poetry, Vampire novel) (, , , , , )

Fountain of Blood

It was a fountain in a part of Rome
it was not a famous fountain like the Fountain of Trevi
But it was a pretty fountain
an angelic little cherub on top of the fountain
shooting an arrow like Cupid
And from the point of the arrow
water sprayed forth
the waters of love one might say
But on this February day
When normally no water sprayed
Because of the icy cold temperature
A flowing liquid shot forth nevertheless
But the liquid was the colour of blood
Because… it was blood
And at night…
blood drinking creatures of the night came to drink.

-A vampire novel chapter
in the form of a poem
written by Christopher
Monday February 10th

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