All Hallow's Eve by :devdeadpoet-16:

This eve the full moon hangs like an eye
Bloody red in the dark sable sky,
Around my room the lamplight flutters,
Casting flickering demons 'pon my walls,
Their howls the banging window shutters
In the wind the lamplight stutters

Caught in the light the velvet drapes
Cast ghostly ghastly unthinkable shapes
And so real these things in seeming
Tree-branch claws at the window;
Dark demons in vicious scheming
That I can scarce sleep for fear of dreaming

All Hallow's Eve is rising
Full of dark and grim suprising
Full of ancient mischief, guile and cunning;
Come witches, demons, goblins, trolls
Each one our narrow minds and senses stunning
Keep bright the lanterns this night; the darkness shunning

All Hallow's Eve is coming.

A girl named Apnea by :devNyasa:



Apnea is necrotrophic, thanatogamic;
even her laconic glare can tear
hands off oblivious clocks,
later wrapped in guising flower stems
and concealed under her deathbed,
sometimes returned as 'gifts' mislabeled Cardizem.

She strikes your lunar plexus with onyx fingers,
(growing long in catastrophic infancies,
the earth cracks with her palms’ creases)
when trauma around your essence lingers
or during a first kiss when you're bound
in strands of letters from irrational poems.

Her transparent skin takes the situation's form,
saturates with darkness, abberates your corneas
and their frigid ocean you dream upon
as she transverses the glaciers in your eyes' coroner.

She stealthily slips snake-like slyly
'neath satin sheets, hiss of a tongue
from her mouth’s black hole sprung --
a sponge for your Chi and taciturn airwaves
as she wraps tight her fissure’s grave
around your betraying vulnerability,
pounding penetrations of her nightmaric riven,
her ad hoc fingers pinching your Aorta,
coarctations of a misplaced flower stem.

You wake, stomping feverishly on memories,
apperceptional mirror shattered with atonement’s laughter,
grasping reflective shards for ladder rungs,
steps out of the riven formed from the ripping of flesh,

as the oldest child smiles hearing you call this 'progress.'

Lead me not into temptation… By :devMSJames:

Out of the East came a man,
And power was in his hand.
The prophecy he proclaimed,
A savior the people exclaimed.
Unearthly sights and sounds,
Blasphemous words profound.
Followers from far and wide,
Being lead through the Great Divide.
As the doomed marched off in cant,
You could hear their enthralling chant.
Nyarlathotep!
Nyarlathotep!
Nyarlathotep!