The Poetry Marathon

The Melody of Macabre Path

Our paths ever crossed in a sinister serenade,

We have feasted at the demise of the chosen,

Demolished the lifeforce in the wake of our judgment,

Yet more is desired and specified in the wake of our salacious desires.

Our paths set on the next subject of our callous chanting,

Her yin to my yang enquires of a melodic method of dispatch,

A penalty to be fitting for he who has caught our tuned eye,

Techniques used in the form of new glorious pleasures.

Our paths awaiting my form of destruction for the intended,

Blackened hues of coiled vengeance crawl through me,

Silent slithers move with malice upon my fractured psyche,

A hushed chorus of intent and soaring jubilation ring within.

Our paths soon to coalesce at my final blood driven decision,

‘The intended’s death to be met at or hands fitting in my regard,

glorious and sweet to be dealt in blissful suffering,

Swift and painful will be my gift and his final agony induced reward.’

Trust will be given.

Orchestra chimes demise.

Anguishing malady to be administered

An intimacy in death to be gifted

A Symphony of Choice

She who roars in sanguine silent symphony

Symphony offering an invitation in pairing pursuit

A pursuit and study in melodious inflicting misery

Misery rife with possibilities in bloody beauty to be wrought

Our beings at tandem with inner desire

Desire out to greet each others dark incarnations

Incarnations greeting the cleansing to commence

Commencement the next line of our scathing discourse

The hunt shall commence with judicious observation

The observation of prey chosen for their lack of civility

The civility devoid in a broken society

The society welcoming the unknown demise

The creature in humanities form chosen

Chosen for its own treatment of others about it

It leads others to a ruination without purpose

Purposeful in its lack of of the truest judgment

A foreboding sense washies over my internal self

Selfs own melodic howl matching that of she

She who will swim in the same torrents of suffering

Suffering to be brought at our judgemental paws

The target set

The sacrifice found

Our elation to come

Our corruption soon fed

The Duplicitous Duet

I followed the cannibalistic Valkyrie to her subterranean sanctum

Noticing her desire to witness my dark inclinations

I watch as she presents her array of wicked mechanisms

The luminous glint of cold steel inviting death’s manifestation

Blessed Valkyire

I glance at the being contaminated by his final moments

Slowly pacing about the ensuing corpse my form of amusement

The animalistic void devouring the sight of torments

The palatable cavern of delights welcome my murderous movements

My crazed Valkyire

The mask about my falsified self begins to slip

My hands steady as the other takes wicked hold of me

Soon the chosen blade within my delighted grasp

Inching closer to he who is at his last

Tainted Valkyrie

The unsympathetic knife raised with steady possession

Its ow n life imbued with my nether regions of my abyss

Hovering before the plunge of our sinister obsession

Blood flows in currents and rivers of murk born mists

The Adoration of my Valkyrie…..

Welcome

The reflection of my own fiend insatiable

I feel elequant curruption stirring within
A vacant void filled with ravenous curiosity
For a see the inhuman suit before from me
A pure manifestation of my purest desire

The vacancy within myself screaming
Writhing in its silent symphony of macabre lust
Coiled in on itself with immoral delight
Patient in its own blood rapture to come

The facsimile of humanity that sits adjacent to me
Scrutinizing myself as her own unadulterated image
Stilled acknowledgement of her duplication of death
My heart calm and steady in your glare

Most people go through life devoid of what we share
A common ground of vicious aspirations
The purest form of balanced damnation our calling
The dissimilar methods of no consequence

I address the would be beast of prey before me
Monotones of jovial unconcern ringing out
A gambit of normality to snare my inhuman prey
The game commences with appropriate discord

‘A common cause does invite strange bedfellows
Seeking what we both desire from anti-life
The greatest form of scales to be balanced
And always at the end of my
equity bringing hand
Perhaps we shall both enjoy the others company of carnage
Souless in its own rapture of screams’

Seeking the demise of the injust
My own form circling yours
Drawing the chaos akin to the fly
As the normality as spider will ensnare you

In time