SEASON OF THE WITCH
In the season of the witch, the darkest desire is a midnight bonfire
Where the scarecrows dance and the dark ones necromance.
The fires rise to the forest’s surprise.
Far from the daylight hour, innocent souls the dark spirits devour.
Bonfire flames rising higher. The dark ritual is their one desire.
DARKEST NIGHT
This dark state of mind has got me going blind.
No more light as I find the desires of your fright.
I’m a victim of the night. My prey is in my sight.
Do not take flight. You will only be consumed by the night.
WORLD ON FIRE
World on fire. Eternal hate is the desire.
This darkened fate has filled them with hate.
The mongrel is born, and to vengeance they have sworn.
The war-torn soul has made their hearts as black as coal.
Deeper into the abyss, a world of love is what I miss.
Alone in the abyss. I’m crying for bliss.
No hope for light. I’m surrounded by eternal night.
Crippled with fate, this world I now hate .
I was once one but now I am none.
Surrendered to hate, I’ve sealed my fate .
The dark is now my home, forever there I will roam.
I look to the sky and I see my doom.
DARKNESS
Darkness falling; one foot in the grave.
How much longer will I be life’s slave?
No daylight, only the dark light,
Punished for any delight;
How I long for the endless night.
All sweet love is lost,
My soul was the only cost.
No more love to live.
For what in this life can I now give? |
Fred Kracke had poetry published in Shotgun Horror Clips and Space Sports and Spider Silk to name a few. Aside from his literary conquests, Fred is a professional magician and fire-breather.
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