Dusky Dawn...Gracen's Poem

Dusky Dawn

At dusky dawn the prepared army came.

The world would never again be the same.

The sky turned purple in the middle of the day.

The sun could not penetrate, not even a ray.

The New World would surely fail.

Henceforth, it was thrust into hell.

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Room of Pain...Gracen's Poem

Room of Pain

A musty diseased room

Bulges with agony,

The tortured ceiling shrieks,

Windows echo the madness within

A decayed mind.

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White Embrace...Gracen's Poem

White Embrace

It reached out of the night

Desperately trying to find the lost soul.

It would not rest until it gained Its goal.

When It found the essence of life, It would find delight. 

A dog howled toward Its prey.

It pulled the boy into Its white embrace.

It was his Father and he would give grace.

It smiled and became the friend that would betray.

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Whimper...Gracen's Poem

Whimper

In a wink

It's gone.

It takes only

a blink.

It's fast.

No cry.

No whimper.

It doesn't last.

It's on.

Lights out.

Darkness descends.

It's gone.

Last beat.

Last gasp.

Last moan.

Death greets.

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Ode to Eliel...Gracen's Poem

Ode to Eliel

Come, come said the demon to the mortals,

Welcome to my game of hellish portals.

Come, come humans, one and all,

So that I may snicker when you fall.

Come, come so that I may feast.

Resist?  Oh, no, not this sexy beast.

Come, come sip my juicy wine

And you can fuck me on my cloud nine.

Come, come my tasty treats,

On the cusp of death, Elias shall greet.

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Honor and Obey...Gracen's Poem

The following poem is horrid, and I didn't even remember writing it. I've been going through some of my poems for Mindy Janicke and posting them so you can all see how awful of a poet I am. And believe me some of these poems should be burned!!! But this poem was written on November 20, 1987. I would've been 16 at the time. I find it poetic and a tad ironic--or a creepy kind of fate--that I'm now writing a series based upon the Queen of Hell. 

Honor and Obey

She stepped forward and accepted the crown.

People began to bow respectively down.

Every part of her felt like a queen.

She would help prepare every scheme.

She held up her right hand to swear.

The rules she would now declare.

She was the Queen to Honor and Obey.

The Queen of Hell no one should ever betray.

She held the power to send them to slavery for life.

She would make him proud that he had chosen her as his wife.

She would proudly hold her royal seat.

She would show her husband her cunning deceit.

For death and destruction she holds a flame.

Her husband's desire is the same.

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Immortal Kiss...Gracen's Poem

Immortal Kiss

Through your mortality I live.

Stealing carnal nourishment.

Feasting upon the soul you give.

Alive! Beyond earthly bounds.

With life, you pulse.

You tease with warm, soft skin.

My need results.

You are forever mine.

I swell with you alluring scent.

Mind exploding -- chest heaving.

Your offering is my intent.

Senses reeling, I take you.

With love, I give my immortal kiss.

My bloody embrace

Transcends you with waves of tainted bliss.

My arms caress death.

Your life explodes around me.

On memories and emotions I feast.

Revealed for my eyes to see.

To know you and love you intimately.

His blood mixed with mine.

In death, I awoke

Trapped for all of time

In immortality.

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