Dark Poetry Thread.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Raven Speak Not To Me, For A Plague Flees Thy Lips

Sadness came, in clumps of ripping hard, smashing waves
as if morbid thoughts could such sorrows ever save,
none but the blind and deaf could know a darker realm
or more lost ship with, blinder captain at the helm.
Yet even in such pains, one must seek out the Light
for the blind can see, if they embrace truest of sight!

Wayfarer now in hideous ancient abodes
mind burning flames, blasts of misery that explodes,
born of the vile demons that plagued Master Poe
from fiery depths they sprang, as savage and dark foe.
What greater black-curse can one thus be forced to bear
or evil that sends monsters that nightly scare?

Raven speak not to me! For plague flees thy lips
weeping soul, prays not to enter such ghastly trips,
save your epic lashings and thy horrific calls
as well as scalding-hot brands from thy torture halls.
We that saw deepest pains, you once sent Master Poe
enter not chambers or beg more accursed shows!

Your friends attack, forcing each soul to further flee
from hell's first dark levels, with its pitiful pleas,
into caverns wicked, filled with flesh eating beasts
with each new arrival cry, more food for our feasts.
Sirens lure fleeing lost souls into black-sea pits
always seeking, more blood, deeper cuts, harder hits!

Raven, thy terror-nights will soon come to end
for in bright flooding lights, I have found a new friend,
stalwart ally, armed with more than long sharp teeth
one whose true faith, will silence thy calls from beneath.
Dawn's shimmering lights, you shall plague me no more
I bow to he, his powers seals your wicked door!

Robert J. Lindley,
Dark Poetry, ( Poe, Raven and Nightmares)
12-18-2018

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

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Decided to create a separate thread for my dark poetry.
Especially so for my poems based upon anything to do with Poe, the Raven, dark nightmares, horror and/or hellish creatures.--Tyr

[LongTermGuy]

Loose screw reality...I blow fear smoke rings inside darkness grief ...the killer waits patiently knife in hand...

​I travel by daylight of your social media acrobatics ..gossipy hens cluck at night...they are high on viciousness ....

[LongTermGuy]

`He’s a dirty ass BMXer
From New Hampshire
And she was a cam whore
From Santa Barbara,
We all knew where this
Was gonna go

If I die with a beautiful
Woman massaging my body,
I have won, and I don’t care
What the final consensus is

Electric heater on the ground,
Another sip of vodka
And a pilsner in my hand,
It was officially December
And nothing had changed
Except my ever-deteriorating
Attitude towards everything

Another rip from that dirty bong,
Another pledge that you’d finally
Go to the dentist and get that
Thing checked out

It’s dangerous being a man
In these times, period
But that’s just the proverbial
Roll of the dice, so okay,
I’ll handle it, motherfuckers,
When I have the time

Mueller will become the Face of criminal injustice
And the all-consuming force
That eventually tramples
Every innocent man down
And every other disgusting
Sex tourist

I don’t like the snow
And you don’t like
Anything else

Drunken musings into the
Malfeasance of oblivion
Say hi to Charo for me................`

[LongTermGuy]

Written by crimsin



Author's Note
I'm a woman of age who wants to be fierce on the page...
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Sinister!!

you got hard on my misery
masturbated to my torment
when weakness brought me to my knees
your evil laughter gave me whiplash

you sought to buy me for the night
with platitudes
like a cheap whore
you picked up off the streets

you raped my faith
then forced me to wear it
a dirty dress you ejaculated on

my shame brought you pleasure
you gloried in my sin
and gorged on my guilt

in the depths, I fell
then rose to truly see you
while in my mourning times
I forgot who you really are

with an appetite for depravity
you feed off my plate of pain
you're the devil

then without even a hint of regret
you place me in a pit of demons
lust glowing in your eyes

you watch on
while I burn in it

[LongTermGuy]

THE SHARPER THE STAKE


It’s been eons since I last tasted your lips
The deadly seduction of your winter wisp
From the heart of darkness, the blackest eclipse
You poisoned me with a love so true
So that I may feed on the blood with you
Desire incarnate etched in the veil of the abyss

From whence we kissed

I writhe with the plague you placed on this phage
Killing confessions I scribe on the page
Murderous intents, thunderous laments
Whispered in the night that I can’t resist
I’m honed to the edge, dungeons and your bed
Hanging with despair and the recently dead

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we’ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain
More tender the heart
The sharper the stake

My ivory ghast is doomed in the fast
Between dawn and dusk and curses long past
But my obsession of your dominion
Echoes across your mordant possession
I know I am blessed for the blood ‘cross your breasts
Was a wetwork of art from your caress

Drag me down at dawn in your coffin, my dear
We can taste immortality’s crimson tears
Sanctified and crucified because of fear
You were once the devil’s concubine
Now thrice cursed upon a time you are mine
Infernal incarnate chiseled on the wall of the revered

The scarlet smear

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we’ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain

More tender the heart
The sharper the stake

GOD CANNOT OFFER BETTER SALVATION
THAN YOUR BITTER SWEET DAMNATION

So, shall we curse the day?
Desecration of the grave
Scream my name in godless vain
And we’ll tap another vein

What have I become?
In pleasure and pain
More tender the heart
The sharper the stake ....



Written by Hades

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

From That Dark, Dark Abyss, The Long Black Curtain Rises
(Written for the third poet in my poet dedication series)

Curtain rises and we see as Raven's prisoner old Master Poe
chained to his room, held captive to Raven's powers thus show
down in that dark realm, where blood, doom and gloom reign
all is misery, sad loss and never is there anything to gain.
From its throne flies the Raven to start its weekly grand treat
as Raven's prison guards knock old Master Poe off his feet
then Raven transform back into the mighty Ravenking
turns human, with heartless ire at Master Poe's head flings
the ruby-red ring that he once gave to beautiful Annabel Lee
and her blood-stained scarf for pitiful cursed Master Poe to see!

With a wave of his hands, guards then bring in Annabel Lee
she has been beaten, cut deep and bound so she can not flee
her beauty yet glows tho' her heart has been sorely battered
her grace yet lives, tho' her clothes are all torn and tattered.
One can see sorrows in her eyes as at Master Poe she looks
for their great romance and its sad tragedy was one for the books
gasping at his fallen state, she cries out her true and deep love
it is at that very moment Ravenking gives her a hard shove
as her frail body hits that hard stone floor with a loud thud
out pours her screaming moans, along with more red, red blood.

Master Poe rises and yet again does as he has been told
reads aloud verses, that for his great fame, his soul he had sold
horror's theater now has its usual weekly crowd filtered on in
from graves they rose, Ravenking rules them too, for their sins.
Eager for more, they chanted, make Master Poe recite and dance
verses about his former earthen life and his sad doomed romance
we never tire of his loud cries, his misery and his aching pains
for he is no better than we with our own dark, guilty and bloody stains
Then Master Poe does just as Ravenking with angry voice commands
for all there are his prisoners and all of this, his hell given lands!

With tears falling, the prisoner now recites for agonizing hours
beguiling that hideous crowd with his magnificent poetry showers
every verse a shining gem and every poem a marvelous creation
all rendered from greatest talent, of our world's top poet's station.
Finally taking a breather, Master Poe asks for water to drink
tho' his old heart was breaking, he needed a short pause to think
how he could convince Ravenking not to again torture his dear love
not to beat her and slash her face again with his thorn laced glove
with all the guile he could muster, he uttered, she is nothing to me
were it not for her and her love, I would now be long dead and free!

Hearing such words cried out and with such hard booming contempt
Ravenking ordered, take her away, from all torture she is now exempt
turning to Master Poe, he asked, old friend why the change of heart
have I now broken you and torn your weary and cursed soul apart.
Shall we test this and find out if this great transformation is true
remember your solemn oath, your sworn vow, how I cleverly trapped you
guards bring her back, we shall see if his heart has turned to stone
she dies, if Poe dares utters a word as I break a few of her bones
dragging her back, her heavy chains are then quickly stripped away
nobody heard the prayers that old Master Poe then began to pray.

O'lord, forgive me my sins and my accursed seeking of glory and fame
I now know, such was my downfall, as sure as all Poetry knows my name
yes Lord, your warnings I choose to ignore to gain fame and treasure
it cost us Love's truth, gave blood, doom and gloom in equal measure.
I beg you, with your power stop cruel torture, this savage brutal display
for there is no great price that I will not right happily agree to pay
and even unto my death if that be your decision and your divine will
instead of her, let his evil hands my blood, my guts, this night spill
I beseech you, I pray this great mercy, its honor and saving grace
from this hideous old demon, remove my Annabel Lee, her every trace!

Ravenking finally taking notice, hearing old Master Poe's request
laughed that wicked laugh and shouted out -is that, is it your best
that you moan and with futility pray when I have you curse bound
for 'tis I, that gave all the glory and fame your sorry soul ever found.
Ask, but know this, nobody here ever rules over me the mighty Ravenking
for here my powers are absolute and here for every crumb all must sing
here all are condemned and here none may ever leave, all shall remain
such is punishment for greed, lusts and all glory they sought to gain
so now that you have had your pitiful little useless human pleas
you watch, as I break her frail bones by the two's, even by the three's!

At that moment the curtain slowing moved and then it slowing fell
a rustle, a low creak as from behind it a demon strolled out to tell
Act One has now ended, please stay in your seats, soon comes Act Two
Ravenking has promised, it too will be dark and bloody through and through.
In keeping with old Master Poe's legendary image we am to please
so enjoy the show, its horrors and sit back for more at your sweet ease
for none would dare want to miss the gruesome scenes from the next Act
as our wicked show has now only just begun and that is a solid gold fact
Ravenking has brought some friends, fresh from Hades's pits, now unbound
you will be rewarded by their victims and their new agonizing loud sounds!

Act Two, waits from an old and very tired poet to write its dark evil verses
his knowledge of this dark world, just may shed more Light on its many curses
should his poet pen falter and leave you in state of confusion and suspense
remember this, Master Poe's curse, the Raven, the Ravenking are only pretence.
Know Poe's magnificent writings came from genius, inked-sweat from his brow
tho' we may sincerely try gaining fame, its elusive treasures, so few know how
yet our famous old Master Poe has his and truly none can ever take that away
if one reads his fantastic and golden verses, they just may find their own way
just be careful and never make deals that may the dark Ravenking give control
over your heart, mind, life and definitely not your Heaven promised mortal soul!

Robert J. Lindley, 1-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, (Ninety rhyming verses honoring greatest dark poet, Edgar Allen Poe)
The third poet honored in my poet ongoing poet dedication series.

Note- Friends, I hope you enjoyed this imaginative and horror laced dark tale.
Inspired by the famous and magnificent poetry written by Edgar Allen Poe,
rated third place by me, just barely behind Lord Byron- in 1st place, Percy Bysshe
Shelley in 2nd place in my own personal top ten best poets that ever inked even a verse.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Facing The Darkest Dragon, The Hero Questions,
Part One

O' harbinger of grief, what plague does thy hand bring
in thy long cart, sharp clawed grasp and deep filthy curse
Lo! Thy wicked voice, its great destruction doth sing
wrecking cities, with disease and oft even worse !

O' death deliverer, of demonic born trails
soon falls miseries from thy wasting and dark words
Thy hand quickly opens to victims unholy hells
amidst thronging crowds, life's slow unrepentant herds!

O' curse of innocence, why hast thy hammer fell
with its accursed blows breaking hope and sad want
From turmoil, calamitous lies thy foul mouth tells
as in midnight chants thy monstrous allies do taunt!

O' creator of hurt, does not thy blacken soul tire
from hurling abominations and evil glee
Does thee never feareth true Light's eventual ire
from its mercies, thy casting on thy own fires!

Robert J. Lindley , 4-14-2019
Rhyme, ( Tale Told Of A Hero And Great Courage)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
Part One

Some tales he admires, considers so great,
in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
there his mind and his poetic heart sink.

Sometimes fast and furious as pen flies,
born of deepest pain, as huge tears he cries
Despair, verses come as if from master Poe
then his joy arrives, his art starts to show.

Darkness invades and flesh is cut by blades,
amidst scattering of blacken tirades.
Within hellish abyss, sounds serpent's hiss
all set into a very Poe-like kiss.

Waiting for Poe to cast another verse,
raven curses, his soul sets to rehearse
Lines that eat into dark, its hellish pits
inspiration enfolds his deep inked fits.

World seethes into darkest of evil dark,
nothing matters except poetic marks.
His heart raging in blackest of hard blacks
he writes, before his Poe-etic trance cracks.

Some tales he admires, considers so great,
in that clear vein, he does not hesitate.
Writing as madman, pen splashing hot ink,
there his mind and his poetic heart sink.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
Part One

Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
Part Two

As Poe'sque verses come demons surround,
night hours break into loud hideous sounds.
With claws and long fangs thirsting for warm blood,
more beasts appear in a torrential flood.

Yet nothing can stop pen and its dark ink,
for deep in poetic dark, poet sinks.
In distant pits of hell, flames rise and roar,
as lost mortals seek to even old scores.

Pen recharges onto paper that begs,
as if it had marathon running legs
For now master Poe's image had arrived,
uttering these bold words, "I have survived"!

More verses pour from his cracked and parched lips,
on pain, death, heartbreak, ancient sunken ships.
Sailors wailing as dark waters they drank,
and into dooming depths bodies thus sank.

Poe calls out warning, "my stay may be brief",
poet cries, "faster pen, give me relief".
"Obey this order, least my black mist leaves,
express these scenes for master Poe so grieves".

Demons moan, wanting black and darker still,
as their wickedness begs more savage thrills.
Magnificent master Poe again speaks,
"waste not these hours, Raven's power soon peaks"!

Robert J. Lindley, 9-21-2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
Part Two

Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Decided to bring these out into the light of day.
I am sad to see that in modern poetry--that
dark poetry is by and large being shunned as if it is
somehow, someway a less meaningful , less artful
expression of true poetic imagination, creativity,
deeper thought and not completely capable of expressing
all that the other poetry forms express.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Robert J. Lindley, 9- 27- 2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
, Part Three

Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..

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Within Hellish Abyss, Sounds Serpent's Hiss,
Part Three

To avert from setting sun, transfixed gaze
from such entrapments, wake I in a haze
Scenes of awe in pigments of reddish hues
time there, centuries spent searching for clues!

Mesmerizing dance, prelude to Night's host
appears apparition of Poe's pale ghost
Repetition set of true poet's heart
ghoulish scenery cast forth at the start.

Alas! Admiration forces this trek
its terrors horrible and raw nerves wreck
Yet to hear Poe's new verses as he speak
soothes addicted heart, makes my knees grow weak!

All so wondrous until the beasts appear
then my old soul wakes to darkness and fear
For cast in to Poe's visit is black rage
to destroy brilliance of this poet sage.

Moans and groans, echo in this horrid realm
Poe himself bows to monster at the helm
I stand so still, hoping to not be seen
as oft my stomach turns, my face goes green.

As more foul creatures walk into this room
soon comes the hellish smell of blacken doom
Stench increases as Poe ends his great words
then enters more of the bloodsucking herds!

That feeling of dawn's soon to come bright rays
tells me soon, evil will its guise betray
Master Poe will be clawed red, as before
as his body is cast through the red door!

That moment my prayer escapes my lips
I beg God to please save these sinking ships
Cast that monstrous beast in far deeper still
and not let its servants our dear Poe kill!

Robert J. Lindley, 9- 27- 2018
Dark rhyme, ( Dedicated to Master Poe)
, Part Three

Note: When inspired, let the pen dance.
If it is dark and Poe speaks, carry that torch until it burns the poetic mind.
Such is gift, a gem if one embraces the muse and says , ok let her rip..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

Decided to bring these out into the light of day.
I am sad to see that in modern poetry--that
dark poetry is by and large being shunned as if it is
somehow, someway a less meaningful , less artful
expression of true poetic imagination, creativity,
deeper thought and not completely capable of expressing
all that the other poetry forms express.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
( Part One )


As the Raven cross into the dark pits
Those in torment went into heaving fits
Its shrieking calls, alarms even down there
Far worse its image to dying souls scare
With great trepidation some turned to Poe
Begging, master far away make it go
Poe only smiled, saying, come now my pet
I have far, far sweeter work for you yet.

As Raven lands on Poe's black-stone table
Spits out two bloody and half eaten hands
Asks, does this remind you of that fable
Promising keys to kingdom's treasured lands
Given to a man willing and able
Freeing princess, her captor's sword withstand
Where death's deeds and bloody might enables
Morbid masterpieces of art so grand.

From all around, their banter brought loud moans
From wretched sinners in that dark hell cast
Raven spoke in wicked, evil tones
I toyed with her, to make my pleasure last
Poe commanded, Raven, please no more of that
We are here to enjoy the pleasant scenes
And in our deep joy, grow lazy and fat
Let us not her poor soul thus so demean.

Raven again spoke, come now we need pain
And louder wailing that soothes a black heart
For what good is torture if has no gain
Or tearful pleadings that come as it starts
Master, order yon' demon band to play
For I shall fly above and watch you dance
Let us enjoy sadder cries on this day
With evil's first bride, a little romance.

Poe then rose to do as his pet wanted
Poe laughed and said, Raven dear, please be nice
Let not our blackened pride thus be flaunted
When bit better decorum would suffice.
With that he motioned demon band to play
Its favorite and first great monstrous hit
As waiting victims begged that they may
Have some relief from their torturous fits.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below)
Part One...

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Two)

Song over, Poe told demon band to leave
And then pointed to the now empty stage
Wretched souls, look as thy lost spirit grieves
I present this new contest- all the rage
Blood and gore will flame your dark desires
Giving some respite from thy crying pleas
In dire conflict, comes death and fire
No weak romance, on love, birds and the bees

Suddenly cast there a hero alive!
In scant armor and flesh soaked in red blood
How this mere mortal had fought to survive
His legs covered in fresh, battlefield mud
Slow to rise, but so defiantly proud
His eyes gleaming with courage Heaven sent
Then yet another crash so very loud
From lightning, its power blasted and spent.

From that flash came a monstrous beast so great
With power from fangs and dagger-like claws
Dragon of massive scale, thick armor plate
Able to spew fire from massive jaws
At first glance it sighted the hero there
Bellowing out with its accursed breath
From thy flesh my claws will now rip and tear
until that mortal body meets thy death.

Alas! Thy foul breath has no greater foe
Its effects are horrendous unto me...
Yet there is more than even you beast know-
Stronger are roots from my ancestral tree
Send forth thy evil, hottest flaming blast
As my great shield in its glory holds true
Thy fate, thy end has now came at long last
This brighter new dawn, shall be your end too!

Master Poe laughed with his booming voice
Stepping back, giving their battle more room
Announcing this is my gift, my first choice
Entertaining you, pleasure seeing sweet doom
This hero, with mercy I gave his shield
And his scant armor to give him a chance
Battling to the death, neither can yield
Here comes blood and guts, no feeble romance!

Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Two... Part Three to be written soon.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Three)

Poe slowly gave distance to this great fight
With sweetest glee, his heart pounding its beat
Glorious would be this blood flowing sight
Better both should die, give beasts more to eat
Dragon came forth, hero drew his sharp blade
His weapon forged in Elves's hot fire
Its razor-sharp steel, for monsters was made
Recalls his vow after this to retire.

Alas! A snake there at dragon's clawed feet
Its fangs long and its slit-eyes cherry red
Hissing, it raced forth to hero's blade meet
Lightning fast swing, off came its giant head
Dragon came, its tail gave a mighty crack
Look out hero , cried hellish tortured group
Hero just in time saw this quick attack
Moving back to avoid that deadly swoop!

Brave warrior now leaped from that bloody stage
Lands closer to lost souls in heavy chains
Dragon thwarted, bellows its fiery rage
Releasing streams of its fire-born rains.
Hero's shield covers him during that blast
His body armor tho' scant did the trick
Again he maneuvers forward so fast
In his plunged sword through scales very thick.

So nimble was this deep and deadly thrust
Dragon felt it after it was too late
Hero knowing time was right, death a must
His true prayer, told him his win was Fate
Then his razor-sharp sword found tender throat
His vengeance increasing with each new breath
Thrice with deeper hacks fallen neck he smote
Separating head, sealing dragon's death!

Then Master Poe gave out a mighty shout
Steeping back on stage, on guts and gore
Proclaiming this warrior true, brave and stout
Telling lost souls, those claps, lets give him more
With their chains rattling they did just as told
Chanting hero, free us from this hell now
You are ever faithful, valiant, strong and bold
We beg of thee this, caring not the how!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-02-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Three...

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I finished and presented at my home poetry site Part Three of my Poe and Raven series.

My quote from my blog at the site --

"Friends this morn I presented Part Three of my Poe and Raven series. I deliberately downplayed the Raven and its part in order to concentrate on Poe, humanity(the hero) and dragon the representation of hell, the evil and monstrous evil of the dark monsters that our minds envision in such dark and gory tales."

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Robert Lindley
Date: 5/2/2019 4:21:00 PM
If I do decide to continue this series the Raven will almost certainly return to
play opposite of its now truly hideous and merciless Master Poe.
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Also of note is that all three parts are matching mathematically- as all three are each
Total # Syllables:400
Total # Words:306
Which now comes to a total of 1200 syllables
And total of 918 words....
Which if I continue to do the six parts as I had first planned
the final total would be would be
2400 syllables
1836 words..
I do this type of math in my poems as I love both math
and the extra challenge it presents me..-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Four)

Dragon dead, headless, mired with black gore
Hero replied to those chained in cold dark
I am spent! My blade rests, fight I no more
Pray I release, to surface I embark.
This sojourn was from terror I once fled
Payment for cowardice that once took me
I can not free thee, as thee art all dead
Alas! This my heart breaks, woe besets me!

In malignant forests of poison dread
Held firm by ash of cold, perished fires
With beasts, demons, snakes and Poe in my head
Fled I, to burn once on funeral pyres!
Aghast at darkness, that this life invades
Cherished memories overcome by black
O' heart free a lost soul this dark charade
Because of bravery, I fear I lack!

Upon hearing such confession Poe said
For truth's words I will unlock upper gate
Hero you are mortal, here but not dead
Know I too, am bound by powers of Fate.
Raven will escort thee to earth above
Thank we, savagery in thy bloody fight
Heroism shown battle but not by love
But instead by bravest warrior's great might!

Raven take our guest to forest he left
For our show he fought true and very well
Tho' in heart, of Light's might he was bereft
Such exists not in darkness, our true Hell.
As Hero left, the condemned applauded
Even they had some small shred of respect
In their damn fires and pains they lauded
Hero's memory they could not neglect!

Poe stepping onto silent and bare stage
Snapping his fingers to cast three red doors
Declaring, each held a show all the rage
Banned from Light and Earth, all its teeming shores.
Their loudest moan approval, opens door three
From tiny dark soft steps coming to fore
Out came the beautiful Annabel Lee
Then their cries, we want more bloody gore!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Four...

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Now With Increasing Darkness O'erhead

Bleating at the rain, the despondent sheep
Their days and nights aching in blinded sleep;
Til masters, their dominated lives take
With true evil, which they never forsake,
For greed and lust demands taking it all-
Easily destroying the weak and small,
Bringing Death, leaving carcass bleached bones
Forever lost, sad echoes of their moans,
Knowing Time will erase signs of such deeds
Hiding evil under soil and tall weeds;
Nothing seen, nobody shall ever mourn
Lives taken, far more than their fleece was shorn.
Now with increasing darkness o'erhead,
Storming skies rain upon its evil spread
Cast into that fury, lies that expand
Into hearts and souls, across blackened lands
Once clear waters, now running with bright red
As dark masters sleep safe in wicked beds-
Dawns brings forth blacken shards of broken light
Sheep yet living are thus denied true sight
And into those fires, innocence is thrown,
Truth is where truth dies, large monsters are grown
In expanding darkness, higher flames shoot
Hope is lost, its sweet dreams are made moot.

Robert J. Lindley,
5-11-2019
Dark Rhyme, ( The Tragic Results When Mortals Become Blinded Sheep)

(1.)*shorn:

Sheep shearing is the process by which the woollen fleece of a sheep is cut off. The person who removes the sheep's wool is called a shearer. Typically each adult sheep is shorn once each year (a sheep may be said to have been "shorn" or "sheared", depending upon dialect).

(2.) * o'erhead

o'erhead-

Definitions
adjective, Contraction of , overhead.
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Note: As requested, I have paused my usual course taken, in order to compose this morn and present
here a dark poem( written in a bit more classical style), one that represents truth and the current state of this dark world that is getting ever more dark. And in my estimation the poet that requested this from me is absolutely right, poetry needs more truth, even if it has to come by way of dark verses! I honor that request with this piece and pray that it may suffice..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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When a poet I greatly respects asks me to write something, I tend to make a way to honor that request.
Such was the case this morn , when I found and read a very long email addressed to me , its commentary that led to the requested poem.
While Time is a precious commodity, so is truth and sincere respect and friendship... -Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Darkness Where Now Poe And Raven Reside,
(Part Five) - Of Six Total

Among the hideous, Poe's great love stood
Annabel, her beauty shining so well
Wretched souls glaring, free them if she could
From agony of this malignant hell.
She watched as Master Poe walked away
Noticing his limping, unsteady gait
And that broken smile as if to her say
I am sorry at your accursed Fate.

A glimpse of love and pity others lack
Perhaps a glimmer of- its not too late
Sweetest message- darling I want you back
You will see my clever plan just you wait.
Then onto the stage a small cage was brought
Its covering removed, there hissed a snake
With green dripping fangs, Annabel it sought
She knew, her very life was at a stake!

Seeing upon stage, black bag Poe had dropped
She raced over to find short sword inside
With it perhaps now the snake she could stop
As it was flowing with its coming slide.
Those watching this horrific scene went wild
With swiftest motion cutting off its head
Then overcome, she cried like a small child
Asking, is it, really and truly dead?

Its gushing black blood pouring at her feet
Again the crowd, gave her cheering applause
Such beloved hero to that snake defeat
Then a booming voice caused all there to pause.
The Hero had returned, sword in his hand
Annabel to save, he ran to her side
Shouting, my Fate, freeing all in this land
No longer my destiny will I hide!

With that heard, Poe every gate key threw
Save one he had given Hero before
Love had said, her release is overdue
For its help, Poe fallen down to implore.
Now poor wretched souls saw Hope was alive
Raven was summoned to stop their mad flight
Freedom's promise, on its lights they did thrive
But Raven had great powers in his might!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-13-2019
Dark Rhymes, ( As Raven And Poe Both Survive Below )
Part Five... (Of 6 total)

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019