As mentioned previously,I do write horror stories,however;I am now beginning to dabble with horror poetry.My deep dark mind is now coming out in my poetry. For those of you that like horror,if the last one didn’t scare you perhaps this one will.Read at your own risk.
Murderous images
Set there by his Lord
Blood and death
The vile images roared
These foul images
Oh they ran deep
His cursed venom
Would not let him sleep
Whose face was that
Battered and bruised
He was not what he once was
He had nothing to lose
Raised by hell’s fires
The place where he was fed
All the people he had slaughtered
Stabbing them to death
Fracturing their skulls
And bashing in their head
A pact with the devil
To be free of the consequence
A poltergeist
Indebted for all of eternity
A slave to the anti Christ.
If the angel of death comes knocking
On your door
You better beware
You better not ignore
The whoosh clank
Whoosh clank
The seeker of sins
His demonic sword
Taking the blood of the damned
To feed the lust of its lord
Don’t answer the door
It might be him
He comes to claim your soul
Seeking debt for your sin
More Horror Poetry By Mystify
Copyright © 2009 Tanya Kime-Wallace
Whomever it was that made such mistakes is surely to pay for them 
Good imagery and description. I can certainly imagine the pain and torment …. based upon my own experiences with such misfortune!!!
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