Deep within’ the darkest night
You’re prayin’ for that mornin’ light
Pounding hearts and gasping breath
Looking back will be your death
‘Run,’ the hungry voices bade
Sharpened claws like burning blades
Blood so hot; the moon is black
You’ve made such a lovely snack
The woman was accused of murder,
and they hung her from a tree.
She cursed them as she choked;
her body swaying in the breeze.
Little did the townsfolk know,
she committed not the crime.
Now neither her nor my husband,
will hurt this heart of mine.
“The price is blood! You have me–don’t do this!” she cried, pulling on her chains.
“Oh, child,” the witch cooed. “Who said it was your blood?” The slice was quick and deep. Her lover could do nothing more than widen his eyes before he died. “Enjoy your immortality.”
“What’ll be yer pleasure?”
Her grin was a hair too wide, but he was too drunk on her beauty and tequila to notice.
“I won’t spoil the surprise,” she said, stroking a finger down his face. It trailed lower, over his abdomen and the tasty organs inside. “Or my dinner.”
Crosses for the vampires
With demons it’s a prayer
Wolfsbane for a lycanthrope
Avoid all caves; they’re lairs
Listen not to sirens’ songs
Cold iron for the fae
Listen now, and these will
Keep these creatures well away
Prompt: Demon & Delusions (Poem)
Hiding behind her smile
Was the demon lurking inside
My heart fell for her kindness
And my soul fell for her lies
Though I know I’m damned
And my delusions are shattered
I’ll love her even while I burn
‘Cause she’s the only one that’s mattered
Thunder of paws
Howls shatter the night
The thrill of the hunt
The fear of the prey
Teeth bared for the struggle and fight
Down they fall
Pain and screams
On toward death they spiral
Bloody and joyous
Moving to music most primal
At first, he smelled her perfume everywhere: the store, the park–even her grave. It faded with time, until it never happened.
He woke with a start, her scent heavy on the air.
“Did you miss me?” she asked with a hoarse voice, and then kissed away his screams.
She rolled the bones, which were yellowed by age and firelight, and they clattered in the circle.
“What do they say?” the other woman asked.
“Depends on your view.”
“Good for me. Bad for you.”
Her gods demanded blood, and she was happy to oblige.
“Please,” he begged, as his cracked lips bled.
“What? Not having fun?” she asked, and then licked away the blood on his mouth.
He shuddered, and the chains holding him rattled, but he didn’t pull away.
“Remember, lover: you’re the one who summoned the succubus.”
He took her skin and kid it well
The Maiden of the Sea
Her mournful calls to kith and kin
Did not deter his glee
The selkie soon became his wife
And gave him many sons
But when she found her skin again
Back home she did run
“I’m not sure if we should leave you here, or take you with us.”
“Or kill her,” Jeffrey rumbled.
Mr. Hoffman’s eyes cut over to his bodyguard. “You don’t repay someone saving your life by killing them, Jeffrey. I’d like to think I’m not that much of a monster.”
“Did you hear about Susan?”
“Everyone has. Her poor mama must be clutchin’ her pearls!”
“She’s always been a bit of a wild child, but a vampire?” The woman shuddered.
The other woman nodded, but resisted the urge to touch her inner thigh and the bite scars there.
When the Darkest King is called
Man’s empire will surely fall
Chaos yearns for pain and death
Calling for your final breath
Then will come the King of Light
To purge away the Darkest night
But Light’s reign may just be a curse
Be careful, or things may get worse
And what can I say
When at the end of the day
The cracks in my mind
Have grown so wide
I’ve fallen right through?
I’m left there alone
My broken thoughts sown
With the darkness inside
I’m barely alive
And I’m screaming for you
“It was a small chunk,” she protested.
“Small? A mouthful is ‘small’?”
“Well, next time don’t leave your snacks out for all and sundry.” The woman gestured to the pale man lying on the carpet, a tourniquet on his leg.
“Fine. I’ll label them next time.”
His face was hidden by a giant deer skull mask, with antlers like tall branches, and darkness for eyes.
“You can’t take my sister!” Thomas yelled.
“I can. She has eaten our food, and drank of our spring. She is ours.”
“No!” But he was too late–they’d vanished.
“Are you a ghost, or am I crazy?” he whispered.
One side of her mouth quirked up in a smile, and humor danced in her eyes. “Maybe both. Maybe neither.” She shrugged, and held out her hand. “Does it matter?”
“No, it doesn’t.” He sobbed and reached for her.
There are tales of succubi
Whispered hushed and low
And for a single coin of gold
I’ll tell you what you want to know
Call to her in middle night
Then bow before her power
And if you ask her nice enough
Perhaps your soul she will devour
“God made dirt, and dirt don’t hurt,” he drawled, and patted the coffin lid in a comforting manner.
The screams and pleas were barely audible over the man’s humming as he lowered the coffin into the ground; each thud of dirt on the lid a proverbial coffin nail.
“Art drank himself into oblivion again,” Ethan said.
Ken chuckled. “Where’d they find him this time?”
“Professing his love to the horse statue in town square.”
“Yikes. How’d Laura take it?”
“Well, I hope her sister hides her knives before Art gets out of jail.”
*Traitor!* the ghosts wailed.
“Traitor, but not a murderer,” I whispered. “I won’t kill them.”
*Someone must pay,* they growled as one.
Justice hadn’t been enough.
“I know.” At this, they washed over me like a tsunami, ripping my soul to shreds.
“You’re not invincible, you know,” she said, as the needle poked through the solid flesh near his ragged wound.
“I know,” he grumbled. “But why be immortal if you can’t push your limits?”
“Being gutted in a bar fight is not a ‘limit’.”
“Why would a ghost be in our cellar? Seems a stupid place to haunt.”
“Some kid got murdered down here, or something.”
Neither boy went down the stairs, but Jack was patient. He had plenty of time to ‘make’ new friends, and smiled wide as the boys closed the door.
“If we find her alive, Zan can work the diplomacy angle all he wants,” Kailen said, checking his gear one last time.
“If she isn’t?” Nic asked.
Kailen’s eyes remained on his sword as he sharpened its edges. “Then they won’t be, either, for much longer.”
Alec watched in horror as the men in black armor cut down everyone around them. He grabbed the arm of the Commander, and shouted; “Stop! You said no one would be hurt!”
The man looked down with a half smile. “They’re not hurt if they’re dead.”
The shriek of the ghost was relentless, as it had been every night from 3 to 4 a.m. since they’d moved in.
“I can’t take much more,” Jake mumbled into his coffee.
“You’re the one who wanted cheap rent,” Gail accused, her voice like acid on his frayed nerves.
“You are in grave danger.”
Quint raised an eyebrow. “So? What else is new?”
The angel in white robes blinked in shock. “You are not taking this seriously.”
“I move questionable magic items, so danger is the status quo. Unless you have a real warning, buzz off.”