Poems Extempore From Title Chat With Tink

ABOVE ALL

From me lofty perch I see
a myriad of common things
then they turn out to be
bright, vivid beings

THROUGH THE CLOUDS

Bumping gently past me
as I float away
the little clouds are tickling me
they have something to say

I listen very closely
to their sussurating sighs
I learn a lot of wheres
but not many whys

ON THE OTHER SIDE

I look back with no regret
at the smouldering carnage
there is no returning
from this soulless wreckage

I fold my wings and settle down
on a still quivering body
sink my talons deep
and gouge out flesh
steaming down my gullet

Poor fools are running still
I smile slow and evil
it’s my world now
they can’t get back
They will await my pleasure

STORMY SCREAMS MUFFLED

A lighning bolt pierces the gloom
illuminating the twisted souls
of the damned and dying
but there is plenty of room
for more lament and crying

Their pleas are swallowed
in my endless thirst
they wanted endless life
they got the very worst

I suckered them
I laugh black clouds
while cloaking them
in eternal shrouds

I peer around for more black fun
but they’re all dead
I am the only one.

TENDENCIES

I try
I really do
but its much more hard for me
than it is for you

I struggle every day
with this wanton thirst for gore
then always eat a virgin
and end up wanting more

Do not mock me
I beg you please
for my aweful
tendencies

I AM THE WORD WIZARD…

I play your desires,
pluck your wants
and drink your needs

Whatever I say
may sound like play
but in the end
you dance

I weave a web around you
I do know what you want
and you just ending up feeding
my bottomless font
of magic.

MY GIFT TO YOU

As your pulse slows
yet thunders in my veins
as your face goes wan
where once it shone
I give you the Gift
before you are gone.

Come my pretty!
to this open vein
never ever feel
deaths dark embrace again

An avid glint comes to your eyes
your pallid lips grow red
now tell me sweet one
would rather now be dead?

Your body writhes as true life leaves
the demon takes its place
now come feed with me
in eternities disgrace.

MYSTIFIED MUSE

A gentle glow surrounds her
she is quite confounded
while revelling in torture
she is suddenly reminded

of sunny fields and bright flowers
where do these thoughts come from?
Is someone casting hippie spells?
She’ll blast them to neverdom!

But a strange urge suddenly seizes her
to hug a tree and pray
someone will pay awesomely
for this icky day!

She struggles valiantly
‘gainst this light and love
Sends plagues and pain and chickenpox
which turn into a large dove

In erternal ignominy
she sheds her evil ways
and smililing somewhat smuggedly
casts spells of love and praise

World hippie dominion!

CRYPTIC LOVE

I hate you madly
he said self-consciously.


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