Sp3ct3r *Dan & BLitZ3D*

Sp3ct3r *Dan & BLitZ3D*

A Poem by BLitZeD

*SPECTER*

*Dan & BLitZeD*



Stealthy ‘pon the Witching Hour


Towers all misgiven hatred,


Braced by cold wind’s demonic howling


Scowling as is such His nature;


Spewing horror, spit from his lair


Sulfuric air his grisly fanfare,


Specter grins in image sardonic,


A tonic for all the good to perish.


Hypnotic stare, no words to speak, nightmarish glare


Once again he breathes chilled air


Takes the children, mothers bare


Come back for them slowly, likes when there scared


On the back wings flare, one soul is the cost,  its passed around and shared


Time taken, handled with care, a laughable thought, if only hope dared 


The pain is in the torture, the tortures in the chair, 


The preachers in the church , and I got his daughter by the hair,


F*****g beat her, does it hurt? you'll find  no body in the dirt,


Upside down daemons lurk, his new minion, she lay there burnt

 



   He cackles, surveying his dominion,


   Recalls the new and those he vanquished;


   Anguish always his stock in trade,


   He made this world from his horrid image.


   Watch him sneer with violent purpose,


   Surfacing in his ghastly triumph;


   He jumps toward those couched in courage,


   His scourge devouring such brave mortals.


   Spit them out refurbished, they enter through portals


   Paranormal  purple circles, a door way, travel astronomical hurdles


   From other dimensions, not  these heavens,  


   The string theory claims threes a total of eleven 


   Side note, my pen came from the seventh, 


   Chance is you wont get a second, ,a legend 


   I'm the first amendment of evils independents 


   Woman and men went through hell to be in  attendance   



 


          Watch the Specter drum the cadence


           See him howl his hoary pleasure.


          Watch the Specter direct the digging


          Watch them die,


          Each splatter measured


          In matter dead, sir


          Fact of matter, I can resurrect her


          Give her back lost youth, child neglecter


           But I reject that subject, mercy would reflect an thats incorrect, brrr 


           This world  is my side effect, all the way down to the architecture

 

Dan & BLitZeD © 2015

© 2015 BLitZeD


Author's Note

BLitZeD
**Dan -- http://www.writerscafe.org/riki

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I agree with the other reviews, great rhyming and it's so nice to see more colab poems!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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BLitZ3D took a fair contribution from me and added his magic touch; I can't thank him enough for building upon my foundation to create a mystical castle. More credit to BLitZ3D and a little to me. It was a pleasure...dan

Posted 8 Years Ago


nice work.i love the rhyme scheme

Posted 8 Years Ago


This is really good!!! !

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