Phantasmagorical – In the Dark 1

Another month of M’s writing prompts lies ahead.  I did them all in December but was less successful in January.  Let’s see how we do in February shall we.  I realise I am already a day or 3 late with the first.   I might do this months as poems.

You can see the prompts here.

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Listen close listen well I’ve a story to tell

of young love, and dark force long forgotten

of a couple with dreams, but home’s not what it seems

for inside dwells a creature most rotten

 

Her dark spirit depraved risen up from the grave

craving vengeance for crimes kept well hidden

and she waits for her prey, and with cunning and sway

she ensnares with desires most forbidden

 

and with longing obscene , she creeps into his dream

this dark stranger he thinks of each night

as he lies with his wife his sworn partner for life

fills his head as she turns out the light

 

she sneaks into his head, he takes her to his bed

and he whispers quite sweet in her ears

as he slowly betrays and he then spends his days

craving her that at dawn disappears

 

Alabaster her skin, feeds the fire deep within

and he turns then away from his bride

for she cannot compare to the images fair

of his spectre, his hate grows inside

 

Darkness whispers and hisses, soul corrupt with her kisses

lips blood red,  fingers slender, black heart

and she wills him to act, quite assured of the fact

that it’s her that now keeps them apart

 

He pulls further away and quite distant each day

though his wife begs and offers her heart

but ’tis all said for nought and his senses most fraught

darkness whispers “She’d keep us apart”

 

Filled with rage he stands tall, pushes her to the wall

fingers clenched around throat squeezing tight

darkness whispers his name, and igniting his flame

screams to kill her and come to the night

 

For two days there he sits, cold skin, eyes two dead slits

voice now gone all alone he now waits

his mind broken soul lost at such terrible cost

darkness laughs, with rank joy celebrates

 

For revenge is most sweet, a delectable treat

she retires to the dark and then sleeps

’till again she awakes and revenge again takes

and into young loves bed slowly creeps