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Zoth-Ommog

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Poetry

Zoth-Ommog 

 

A cone-shaped body with a lizard-like head,
That is what Zoth-Ommog is.
Thick serpent-like tentacles
Growing from its head.

 

Pseudopods resemble starfish arms,
One on each side of the swarms.
Buried underneath the Pacific;
In R'lyeh: the corpse-city.

 

Deep Ones worship Zoth-Ommog,
Manifesting through many statues
Scattered randomly around the world.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the god Zoth-Ommog.

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Devil's Gate

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Devil's Gate

Beneath hell bridge
The tunnel draws you in
By catacomb echoes
To the woods amidst the howls
The stream flows to Belial's face
There, the doorway awaits...

Hooded shadows move in the darkness
Within the forest deep below
'Neath the moon, a silver rictus
Flames aflicker in their hands
The Bridge To Hell has brought you here...

By the gaze of The Demon
Incantations, glowing symbols
Black Altar set before The Gate
Trapezoid traced in the air
Magic thick withIn this place
Much too much for most to bear
She faints into the chair...

An iron gate between two torches
A pyramid points to Hell
The Consort & The Beast enthroned
Invoking energy, surrounding force
Moonchild come to be
A scarlet portal of the flesh
Scarlet Daemon Goddess, Lilith
The Daemonseed possessed...

The earth trembles, 'something' stirs within
By this Sorcery triumphant
The stone face seems to move in place
The Portal shifts & churns
Can you hear the breathing?
The Eye opens, The Gate parts
Black Shadow in the night...
Encircles, suspended 'time'
The air is heavy with evil sensation

"Something" came through...
Within Me, within you...

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Bridge To Hell

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Devil's Gate

On the dark horizon
At dusk the sun descends into The Abyss
Blackened with the flames of Hell
Satan spreads His wings of night
Coursing across the Black Earth
On road of triple six
Leads to a bridge between the worlds...

The Bridge To Hell is calling...

Grim Reaper is your guide
Voices on the wind
Calling your name into the fog
Breathe in The Demon's breath
Empowered or consumed...

The Bridge To Hell is calling...

Another sacrifice
Plunges into The Pit
Headlong into the black
Mesmerizing spectral lights
Casts a ghostly pallor
Compelling... impelling...
Now there's no turning back
Will you make it to The Other Side?

December 13, 1913
A monster was erected
With legs of iron and steel
Body of stone
Then the blood began to flow
In throes of lamentation
Broken flesh and bone
Taken by the land...

The Bridge To Hell...
It breathes...
The Bridge To Hell...
It feeds...

Who is that by the side of the road?
In Death's embrace?
Forever gone, but yet returned
Haunting The Night eternal
Where they met their fate
Did you see your face?
Down beneath the archways
The wilderness below
At Devil's Gate...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The hauntingly beautiful bridge is infamous for a continuing series of suicides since its birth in 1913, but it was after this rite that numbers multiplied dramatically, as if the area was somehow more so drawing those so inclined, and perhaps not so much so, towards their doom. It has been postulated that these, along with the disappearances, may be "sacrifices" to feed the dark forces released on the day of the ritual.

It is said that the very archways of this veritable "Hell Bridge", particularly that framing Devil's Gate, may serve as an entryway for nefarious energies.

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The Watcher

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Horror

I often wonder what shambles
Just beyond unopened doors
What hidden marvel ambles
Upon dark and unseen floors
When the thresholds seal is broken
And flooding light pours in
What ghosts of words unspoken
Are drowned within the din
I find my mind goes drifting
I gaze long and lose much time
For my spirit is in need of lifting
By the world which hides behind
It must seem odd how long I stare
More so that I barely blink
But to me this is a prayer
That I should one day cross the brink
So I watch shadow darkened doorways
To the silence I bend my ear
For a creak or crack I dearly gaze
And I long so much to hear
Yes, the opening will come one day
The barrier be breached
I will crawl into the outer plane
Like a loathsome hungry leech

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If I can't have you, nobody can

You rejected the wrong man.
If I can't have you, nobody can.
That bullet proof vest won't protect your head.
When I pull the trigger, you're as good as dead.

Very soon you'll no longer be walking.
I give new meaning to the word stalking.
This gun of mine is as loud as thunder.
I won't be happy until you're six feet under.

I just shot you in the face and you hit the floor.
When it comes to men, you won't reject anymore.
I'm going to haul your corpse to the river in my van.
If I can't have you, nobody can.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem. In real life, I believe that violence is a terrible thing.

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Terror be the Night

The things that sleep
within the dark
within rotted walls
beneath putrid tin
beneath children's beds

the darkest visage
stalks and schemes
beneath the frame
of unwary child.

Far past midnight's veil
shadows creep
through their static kin
and climb the post
with deadly stride.

prowling high upon the board
till sinister decent
of lightless skin
that creeps upon the sheets
and into the ears of sleeping child

blind the brain
with poison shadows
the rend the mind
and infect the soul.

the nightmare child
to be taken from sweetness
to be torn from innocence
squeaking and crying
struggling and thrashing
beneath the cover 'whilst dark demons
do their deeds.

And tendril reached forth
and took hold of the mind
and burrowed into its crevices
in search of the evil
that lay within.

His pains are few
his evils fewer
but they lay deep below
with the wolves within.

So forth called
these dogs of hell
so vicious
and deceit
and anger
spread forth from the mind.

Like armies they spread
the dreams ever worse
no story so frightful
no dirge so painful
as the night mares of children.

Though through the night
the day must come
and the shadows must break
and recede.

though the dreams will leave
the memory remains
every night to bring next horror
the dark to be feared.

Childhood no more
innocence be gone
only darkness remains
the shadow of the phantom's name;
Malum noxus.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a rough draft I was too tired to proof.

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From Beneath the Mist

Thunder maw
and shaking hands.
sheltered branches
and moonlit night
over mid-night strolls.

Sky-ward howl;
the mist pulls in
and dark strikes out.

Beneath silver entity,
the blush drains out
upon the leaves,
beneath the mist.

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The Legend Part I: Reborn

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The Legend

Born with a powerful destiny,
Only to destroy those wrong,
Many times to come fighting,
War at my feet and soul along,

Gathering that strength through,
My awaken blood so hot but cold,
Skin rotting but alive inside,
Fear me you will it will be told,

Stories frighten thy heart,
Reaching for that step,
Whispers hidden deep in the dark,
Regret shall what had left,

Wait till my next move,
Fire and water turn red,
Get ready for that move,
Come shall my birth to what said..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Copyright@2003

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Stalk me eternally

Here as I sit 
I feel your eyes watching me
I turn my cheek and you're looking at me
Class ends as I watch you stand when I do
Racing me to the door 
you push, rush to get through 
Next class I won't see you
I'm sure you think of me too 
My boyfriend kisses my face 
Stalker kid watch me as I embrace 

Home I lay, enjoy my music
You're obsessed, your souls sick 
Drawing my name into your arm 
Open wound you're hurt inside 
Stalker kid, wish you could charm
Your dreams are a wild ride
Longing for me but can't you see
You and I could never be 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little something I came up with . Inspiration from a creepy kid. [: thank you creepy kid.