The July Editor's Pick is Alexis Child

Please feel free to email Alexis at: alexis.nocturna@rogers.com

EYES OF THE WORLD

Coal-black eyes burn like an inner volcano
as they come alive. From their crumbling
depths are the murky waters of madness,
caught in a relentless tide. An echoing voice
of unpleasantness lingers in the air, laced with
tragedy, and all things the gods despise.

Dark orbs open to immortal worlds, holding the
grief of ages; entire civilizations that fell and rose
again, the misery of mortality, bloody battlefields,
charnel houses, the wrath of forgotten deities,
secrets unlocked, collapsing stars, visions of a
dying world -- all live within those eyes, urns
that contain the ashes of innumerable woes.

THE DEMON EATER

Impure outlines exorcised 
On wounds uncleansed
Shift cloak of sin off shoulders
Lustful angels fall like flies
Around the stems of sacrifice

Darkness beyond the grave
Mingles in licentious dance
Encompassed with wild hymns
Demonic infection glows pure fire
Driven into distant lands

He is not the last priest
To sully bright truths 
Of the many-voiced monster
Distressed heir of hell
Seeking rest but finding none
Returning to whom it came from

COBWEBS OF A CENTURY

At the crossroads of twilight, the city is coffined
beneath the weight of blood and bone. Stolen
joys where no rest reposes, burrow in stale
boudoirs. Weeping faces like drowned funerary
bells excavate wild fears waiting for all.

Stone-carved dreams rise like tall ghosts wearing
tatters drinking life like death. Bat-wings of boredom
thrust us on as if the devil sputters in our chamber,
orgiastic with greed. Candles fade to black like long
sobs, charged with goodbyes in communion with a
fading god burdened by giant wings.

DEVIL IN THE CLOCK

In air thick with monstrous sin
He spits on divinity
The devil stirs beside him
With a mad thirst
To harness destruction
Bathing in dust
The destroying worm
Swallows existence

The souls of shadows pass
Cold as Satan’s womb
The moon gives up its breath
A final farewell to an eternity
Of endless nights without stars
The spiritually impaled man
Heir to death's throne
Into the fires of hell's disgrace
Keeper of the world's tomorrows

Alexis Child hails from Toronto, Canada; horror in its purest form. She works at a Call Crisis Centre befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings and lives with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that goes bump in the night. Her poetry and fiction have been featured in numerous online and print publications, including Black Petals, Estronomicon eZine, Midnight Lullabies Anthology, Sein und Werden, Sinfully Twisted Magazine, Tales of the Talisman, Sinister Tales and elsewhere. Her book, Devil in the Clock, will be released in print in the near future by Witch Finder Press.

Visit her website:
http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/