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Author of horror genre
A horror poem about a child-eating Santa Clause by horror author P.S. Kessell
“The Witching Hour Cocktail” The black cat walks across the street tonight, We dare not break a mirror, that’s the rule, The silver moon is casting a strange light, It’s time for things that are a little cruel. The leather wings of circling bats… Continue Reading “THE WITCHING HOUR COCKTAIL”
“Sweet Surrender” I only felt the shadow fall so deep, And heard a low, soft whisper in the dark, A sudden coldness woke me from my sleep, Before the teeth could find their fatal mark. Two needles plunged with fire, precise and deep, And… Continue Reading “SWEET SURRENDER”
“The Oak’s Cold Secret” The oak stood thick in the shadow-damp ground, Its heavy bark like a terrible hide, A pervasive, cold silence hung all around, To keep the secret that lived deep inside. I pressed my palm to the wet, callous skin, A… Continue Reading “THE OAK’S COLD SECRET”
“The Waking Chill” The air was thin, the night did spin, where silent shadows crept. An ancient witch, in a cold black niche, watched as the village slept. Her eyes, like ice, held no device, save absolute dread, And her threatening stare did utterly… Continue Reading “THE WAKING CHILL”
“Shadows” The shadows writhe, a hungry shroud,From coffins old, they stir and crawl,And thirst for blood, beyond the crowd.Their eyes like coals in sunken face,A pale, unblinking, dreadful stare,They move with silent, chilling grace.The fangs descend on tender throat,A crimson drip, a whispered plea,The… Continue Reading “SHADOWS”
“Soldier’s Nightmare” Voices Inside my head Loud enough to wake the dead Pictures Flashing behind my eyes A punctured soul where blood stains dry Sounds Trapped between my ears Yelling, screaming, endless tears Sights Like a plague in my mind Desperately needing to leave… Continue Reading “SOLDIER’S NIGHTMARE”
“The Water” Something dark does dwell in the water Below it rages with a force unimaginable On the surface, the waters are still and serene But what lies beneath is unfathomable Rolling and rolling with a thunderous roar Not seen and not heard above… Continue Reading “THE WATER”
“Pain, Pain, Go Away!” Pain, pain, go away I just can’t take it another day My heart breaks My soul aches Don’t know how much more I can take. My mind is drifting, buried deep in sorrow. Don’t want to wake up for tomorrow.… Continue Reading “PAIN, PAIN, GO AWAY!”
“Evil Speaks” Evil speaks A rum tatta rum Words spelled out like sounds on a drum When you hear them you’d better run A rum tatta rum A rum tatta rum When they come, they come so fast, These sounds, these words They linger,… Continue Reading “EVIL SPEAKS”
Author P.S. Kessell 