I’ve never read any of my poetry out loud to anyone. So here’s my first attempt at it (complete with snazzy image effects and a mask) and please excuse the awkwardness.
I should really stop procrastinating and write something new.
horror
Night in the Castell
Lashing down as the waking nightmare flickers,
drenched in the middle of a fairy tale,
presided over by giant candles.
The chill rolls in to us from the north,
a carriage jerking along an abandoned road
lost in the woods and sliding.
Harder, colder now to wash away the plague,
the rats are on the ship and heading this way,
only the cockerel and she can stop them.
The towers look haunted at this time of night,
maybe they are real and biding their time,
ready to decimate these fantasies.
It…
It’s there! On the horizon!
Can’t you see it’s silhouette?
It’s drawing closer, closer,
creeping in, slithering.
All teeth and claws
and heavy black pelt,
eyes filled with hate.
Too late now… it’s got me.
Blood trickles down,
it’s claws are digging into my back,
clinging on.
It’s singing,
howling noises and random words.
It’s swaying
bearing it’s weight down.
Horrible songs,
ghoulish songs,
cold and malicious.
It’s cutting open the skin
at the base of my neck
forcing it’s way inside me.
Can’t you see it?
It’s burrowing deeper,
biting my insides,
it’s teeth like needles
scratching at the back of my skull,
feeding.
It’s fur is matted with my blood.
it’s nesting inside me again
and it’s breeding.
I.J. Keddie 
