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Spring Serenade

A Storm is Coming

A Storm is Coming

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One beautiful spring morning
Against a cloudless azure sky,
Carried on a slight cool breeze
Sweet dulcet notes like a sigh.


Against a cloudless azure sky
White cherry blossoms danced,
While perched yon Mocking bird
Sang his little song entranced.


Carried on slight cool breeze,
Melodious notes filled the air.
Wrapping around my heart tight
Melting away the days wear.


Sweet dulcet notes like a sigh
Heavenly song nature performs,
Reminding me in one moment
Angels come in many forms.

A Storm is Coming

A Storm is Coming

A Storm is Coming

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A storm is coming fast and furious
Clouds so dark and turbulent they race,
With summer wind they do keep pace
A storm is coming fast and furious.


Clouds so dark and turbulent they race,
Lightning flashes and thunder answers.
Emotions buried rise like tsunami dancers,
Clouds so dark and turbulent they race.


Lightning flashes and thunder answers,
Body responding to the coming storm.
Nature’s elements maelstrom swarm,
Lightning flashes and thunder answers.


In time with lightning’s golden flashes,
A storm is coming fast and furious.
On naked skin rain falls spurious,
In time with lightning’s golden flashes.


A storm is coming fast and furious,
Rages in the backdrop of thunder’s din.
I dance with the elements far from sin,
A storm is coming fast and furious.


Siren's Way

A Storm is Coming

The Grim Reaper

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The night fell silent painted rare with dreams
As golden winged angels a vigil kept
Down by the ocean’s shore stark nightlife teems
In shrouded black, dark shadows softly crept
Across dank wharfs and down towards the sea
Her briny depths whispered and filled the air
Shrill echo sang an ancient trav’ler’s plea
Lost soul cries out in restless deep despair
Do not this mournful wailing sound pay heed
Unless you wish your freedom from this life
But mind you now the siren’s way of greed
It lures you in and claim’s a price so rife


Do not let go your own soul easily,
Lest final resting place becomes the sea.

The Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper

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Death sends adults shivering
Beneath full moon's blood red haze
Under covers quivering
Fearing reaper's hell-red gaze.


His scythe gently hovering
Cold metal raining kisses
On naked necks lovingly
Whilst humans freeze then listens


Will man greet end graciously
At Grim Reaper's ancient lore
Or meet his death tenaciously
When bold Grim knocks on the door


Crimson Moon

The Grim Reaper

Crimson Moon

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Crimson hued full moon
Beckons me, lures me
Into the silent night
With her monthly hold
The hunger burns
Deep within …
Endless


So hard to resist
When I can hear my victims
Hearts beating within their chests
Taste the fear riding upon the wind
The moon whispers to me
Filling my head with
Images of blood

Hot, Salty, filled with heat


Please … I will not
Cannot give in
To this craving
Or forever lose my soul
To the beast.

The Hunt

The Grim Reaper

Crimson Moon

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He loved the night, especially with no moon
For he felt safe within her black arms
Hidden from the rest of the world immune
His prey always responded to his charms.


He was hunting right now following her cries
Hearing her whimpers in the darkened woods
Caught her scent on the night wind; her demise
For she smelled of fear passing the redwoods.


Heavy upon her lithe body, almost animal like
Patiently waiting, hiding amongst the trees
His hand snakes out slashing with a knife
Leaving a thin line of blood on her arm with ease.


Like a frightened doe she suddenly bolts in flight
Running aimlessly frantically trying to escape
Effortlessly he kept pace with her just in sight
She slows and he quickly cuts her, just a shape.


She screams in pain most piteously and he smiles
So it went through the night, she ran, he chased her
Cutting her when she slowed, never getting riled
Until, finally, she could run no more, no further.


Whimpering in between panting gasps, bleeding
She just laid limply, forlorn on the forest blanket
He kneeled down, gently caressed her face, smiled
Then kissing her soft lips he slowly cuts her throat.

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Loch Ness

The Chalice

Loch Ness

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Icy fingers of mist,
coverlet of wispy apparitions.
Darkened waves gently kiss
Uruquart Castle lying in ruins.


Stormy clouds colored gray,
no sound not even a warbler's note
nor movement of an animal darting away,
leaving a sense of how remote.


Perfect place for Nessie's haunts
as goose bumps cover my skin.
On my neck icy fingers taunts,
creating turbulent emotions within.


Feeling a little bit disquiet
as I think nervously,
perhaps Nessie isn’t the only spirit
haunting Loch Ness elusively.

Moon Lust

The Chalice

Loch Ness

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Saw him standing his back to me
Glistening from sea spray boldly
Daring me to taste those cold drops
Beneath Hekate’s silver rays.


Taut honey gold body teasing
Pulling me forward this aching
To mold myself against those drops
Beneath Hekate’s silver rays.


His hands gently tugging my hair
Searing lips heat the kiss we share
As our passion bursts like raindrops
Beneath Hekate’s silver rays.

The Chalice

The Chalice

The Chalice

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A woman stood on the rocks staring out to sea,
her hands caressing her gently rounded belly.
Down her face flowing gently, tears so salty,
remembering her sweet love's final day clearly,
that fateful night they came for him filled with glee.
Men, whose hearts were filled with such hatred,
scared to understand or believe in a love so holy,
because he died with forgiveness on his ashen lips.


It seemed so long ago when they were carefree,
their hands jointly interlaced and being lazy.
Together cuddling her stomach, curving faintly,
he Kissing her gently with soft lips tenderly.
Into crystal shards, her heart shattered coldly,
image of him carrying the crucifix as men gloated,
upon which they did nail his tender body
because he died with forgiveness on his ashen lips.


Remembering his final words whispered faintly,
“you are my most cherished chalice, my lovely lady”,
“from your deep well of love, I did drink deeply”,
“now within your womb lies my immortality”,
“running through the veins of our unborn baby”,
“safely growing within your loving body, shielded”,
Her soul cries out in painful, anguished fury
because he died with forgiveness on his ashen lips.


A woman stood on the rocks looking out to sea,
struggling not to think of how her love died,
remembering only his love and not the men’s hatred
because he died with forgiveness on his ashen lips.



Heart Lies

Death's Kiss

The Chalice

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Oftentimes my heart lies to me
Whispering of love in soft glee
Jasmine wafting on the sea breeze
Fiery kisses sear my lips.


A passion burning deep within
Sighing with such painful longing
From a dream an aching yearning
Into my night, sweet desire trips.


I once again resume my sleep
While elusive scent of Jasmine
Begins teasing wanton senses
A great love into my dream slips.


He weaves a spell of what could be
A man from tomorrow written
And as I breathe in that Jasmine
Its scent a man’s embrace strips.

Kitty Amour

Death's Kiss

Death's Kiss

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It's a glorious spring day as
Helios smiles upon the earth.
The windows are open wide
to welcome his returning warmth.


Lord Salem, his coat sleek black
sits upon his regal throne.
Admiring his mighty kingdom
when his lady fair comes a wooing.


Oh aye, she is a rare feline beauty
with a rich ebony and tawny coat.
Soft and silky as gooses down
with eyes of gold like the sun.


Lord Salem takes quick notice
and happily, they talk and kiss.
Playfully patting furry paws
upon the screen between them.


For Lord Salem will not go out
nor the Lady fair come in.
So, through a thin piece of wire
the two, pay court to their amour.

Death's Kiss

Death's Kiss

Death's Kiss

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Hanging low in the midnight sky
a pregnant scarlet-hued moon
bore silent witness to the scene below.
A young woman running for her life


fear rushing through her lungs.

Her breath coming out in tight gasps
as she fought for every breath.
She had to rest, just for one moment


but she heard her pursuer behind her
crashing heedlessly through the brush.

Growling deeply in his throat hunting her
raising the hairs on the back of her neck.


Death himself breathed in her scent
marking her as his next victim if she but faltered.
Whimpering, she began to run again,

away from that thing that is chasing her.


She just needed to reach the town
behind closed doors she would be safe.
The lights ahead gleaming their promise,
when death claimed her with a dark kiss.

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The Night Stalker

The Night Stalker

The Night Stalker

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He could taste her rising fear
inexplicably tangible on the evening breeze.
Catching her scent as a hound
stalks his prey closer – ever so closer.


Thinned lips part, revealing
wet glistening teeth – a caricature
of a grin without any of its warmth,
predatory in its mirthless grimness.


He pounced quietly with talon hand
when she stops suddenly looking furtively,
and he savors the silent trembles of her lithe body,
nuzzling silken softness akin to a lover’s kiss.


His sharp teeth pierce her tender skin,
and her hot salty life’s blood erupts
filling his mouth with her energy,
while under his hand he feels the slowing tempo.


One last faltering hesitant beat her heart gives
and she folds limply into his arms.
Flashing blood stained fangs
He bales his triumph to the silver moon.


The beast withdraws satiated, fulfilled
as he recoils unto itself in slumber.
Dreaming of its next nocturnal victim,
when full once more the moon glows crimson.

Just an Old House

The Night Stalker

The Night Stalker

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Just an old house falling apart,
along a mountain interstate.
Travelers abandoned their cars
or so it’s rumored by the locals.


Aged wood, no shingles on the roof,
just an old house falling apart.
Sitting vacant empty for years,
yet, daily cars are parked outside.


An odd unexplained mystery
to be told around the small town.
Just an old house falling apart,
a ghost story for the tourists.


Some swear when the moon is pregnant,
her light but silver beams at night.
Screams are heard coming from that place,
just an old house falling apart.


The Night Stalker

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Nomad/Hungur Magazines

Moon Lust (Kyrielle)

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

Saw him standing; his back to me

glistening from sea spray boldly;

daring me to taste those cold drops

beneath Hecate's silver rays.


Taut honey gold body teasing,

pulling me forward, this aching

to mold myself against those drops

beneath Hecate's silver rays.


His hands gently tugging my hair,

searing lips heat the kiss we share

as our passion bursts like raindrops

beneath Hecate's silver rays.


Published in Nomad's Choir. Fall 2010, Vol. 18 Issue 4

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

She lay sprawled by the roaring fire,

midnight hair for him to admire.

Soft silk glowing, it begged his touch,

eyes color of mist and shadows.


Breath catching as he walked forward,

thinking this vision was conjured.

Her dark beauty almost too much,

eyes color of mist and shadows.


Pulling her into his arms firm,

his manhood wanting to affirm.

Her love he wanted so to touch,

eyes color of mist and shadows.


Published in Nomad's Choir. Summer 2011, Vol. 19 Issue 3

Love's Tempest

Nights Of The Pharoah (Kyrielle)

Travel the Stars

Lightning flashes against an angry sky, illuminating your face within the clouds, igniting a fire that burns my flesh. An ancient hunger needing quenched.


Nature taunts me with another bolt, my body responds with answering heat. Sweat pooling between my breasts as remembered kisses sear full lips.


Moans of passion escape to fill the air, when suddenly you appear with taut body. Broad chest shimmering with salty mist. Tempting my tongue to taste and trail.


My need raging like a forest fire, as you gently lay me upon the bed. Each sweet caress adding fuel releasing love's tempest in every stroke.


Honorable Mention. Southwest Writer's International Bi-Monthly Competition. Published Southwest Sage, September 2011.


Travel the Stars

Travel the Stars

Travel the Stars

Midnight mantled sky

filled with glittering diamonds.

Exotic places asking

to be discovered.

Sailing the ebony rivers

of our dreams to heavens distant stars.

Travelers in our minds,

wonder what we could find,

floating in yonder galaxy,

coasting the milky way

hopping from star to star.

Catch the sun slowly rising

into view against the horizon.

That glorious orb of fire

reaching across the 

universe to touch,

fingers ablaze in light

as I stand breathless

surrounded by God's love.


Published in Nomad's Choir. Summer 2013, Vol. 21, Issue 3

Vampyri

Travel the Stars

All Hallows Eve

Ye would judge me would ye?

Call me monster and shiver,

scared I'm real, nae a dream.

Yet, you nae know me, just tales.

Thinking I creep in the night

to suck your life's blood.

It be not all fairy tales,

Aye, I need blood to survive.


I was once as you,

human trying to eke a living.

Until the night, against my will,

was converted and lost my world.

Walking, existing, trying to make sense, why me and not someone else. Praying god would show me.

Ye think that strange? I would live in the dark … silent.

Watching ye with Crimson eyes, hearing ye pulse beating, calling me to take, but a sip.


I could take ye life in a moment,

if I so wished, but that isna my way.

I just wish to live in peace,

aye we could be friends,

if you could get past the blood.

Don't we all live off the

life of another in some way?


Published in Hungur  Magazine, Walpurgisnacht 2011

Sam's Dot Publishing

All Hallows Eve

Travel the Stars

All Hallows Eve

An eerie mist flows across the pasture, the cows moo nervously

flicking their tails, as the Whippoorwills cease their trills

even the crickets became dead silent.


Something wicked this way comes, wrapped inside a silent mist.

an ancient hunger, thirsting. A nameless yearning haunts the mist as it slowly moves into the town.


Like a lovers kiss, soft and gentle

it flows across the sleepy homes that dotted the deserted street.

Copious fingers splayed on the windows, seeking to find entry and sate its thirst.


It had no mind, this icy mist,

just hunger gnawing endlessly at its vacuous spirit. It vaguely remembers that it was once human.

Somewhere it lost its physical body, becoming this questing entity of darkness.


Searching for what, it really didn't know, it only wanted to fill the emptiness, this hole.

So, it continues spreading, an evil blanket. Smothering the valley with its blackness. Slowly feeding on the town's purest souls, as they slept in innocent repose ... unawares of the


Evil that walks this All Hallows Eve.


Published in Aoife's Kiss Magazine,

September 2011

Sam's Dot Publishing

Anthology Published Poetry

"Silence of the Night"

"Silence of the Night"

"Silence of the Night"

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Anthology of Arizona poets and poetry. I have a poem published in this Anthology titled "Silence of the Night"

"Vampyri"

"Silence of the Night"

"Silence of the Night"

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Anthology of horror short stories and poetry. I have poem titled "Vampyri" published in this issue.

"All Hallows Eve"

"Silence of the Night"

"All Hallows Eve"

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Anthology of short stories and poetry. I have a poem titled "All Hallows Eve" published in this issue.

"Night Stalker"

"Night Stalker"

"All Hallows Eve"

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Anthology of horror short stories and poetry. I have a poem titled "Night Stalker" published in this issue.

"He Comes"

"Night Stalker"

"He Comes"

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Anthology of horror short stories and poetry. I have a poem titled "He Comes" in this issue.