Wicked Things

Mischief danced in the dark
as the odor of dead things
overpowered the scent of pine.

This was not a place for the fair folk
or butterflies but a cold space where demons
gathered behind unspoken names.

There is power in naming things
for then true natures are revealed,
and there are some things too unspeakable to behold.

Jagged shadows wait at the crossroads
where the ley lines hum beneath their need
and the devil lurks in the script of fine print.

Things of the night are conjured forth
by sweat smelling of desperation
and souls unraveling in madness.

Pacts signed in the blood of the reckless
are more forever than forever itself
in this hollow where wicked things come to feast.

Reviews

[David Scott]

You have penned an instant classic here Blue!
The poetry can be light and fun like a child's fantasy of Halloween. When I read this however, I see the dark places if the soul. The line about naming things and power is so true. Sometimes it gives the pier to overcome the darkness and other times the darkness seems to gain power by being called out...
Interesting write and full of psychological and philosophical implications if the reader cares to consider them.
I'm impressed!

[icelandicblue]

Wow, thank you for that David I am humbled. The naming of things should be a sacred task but when dark forces get involved it can sully the process.

[Daffy]

Well, I am impressed also, in reading it several times, the implications it gives together with the thoughts it conjures in my mind.....makes me shiver. I can see the place, but I'd rather not look. Very clever piece of work. D

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Daffy...just cover your eyes. I appreciate your reaction.

[Beccy]

The human imagination is both a place of wonder and fear. Those dark recesses of the mind are so in tune with the night. A park bench on a blissful summer afternoon, becomes something else as night falls, a footstep from behind, discounted in the busy bustle of rush hour, can conjure up terror as we walk home alone in the dark.

Shudders!!

Beccy.

[icelandicblue]

THANKS SO MUCH BECCY. I'M GLAD YOU FOUND A SHIVER OR TWO.

[Shannon April Alice]

WOOT! i love it! truly gothic and sexily slithering. niceeee!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much!

[C. Rose]

Gleefully dark. I like that the last line tied back to the title. I like "unspeakable to behold" and "unraveling in madness" and "blood of the reckless".
An enjoyable read that left an evil grin on my face. Thanks for sharing.

[icelandicblue]

I'm happy I could oblige. Thanks for the read and the comment!

[Rocans]

Oh crap! This is it! This is the creepy feel I've been trying to embody in some of my own pieces. I think you have outdone yourself here Blue. I feel like if I rewrite some of the lines I like I will be insulting the rest of your work cause I liked every line, and everything about this poem. But then I can't resist the temptation. I find this line very interesting "There is power in naming things
for then true natures are revealed,
and there are some things too unspeakable to behold."

I was watching a documentary where they said the syllabic intonation of some order of demons' names are lost in antiquity and if they were to be pronounced correctly would bring the entity to the earthly plane and cause unspeakable destruction.

Could go on and on here. Good one, I like this a lot. :)

[icelandicblue]

Ooh that is so creepily interesting. Intonations make sense to me and my little grimoire mind. Thank you so much for reading and adding your knowledge to my own supernatural repertoire.

[MsJewel]

A dark and delicious treat....I seriously have goosebumps after reading this! "sweat smelling of desperation and sould unraveling in madness"...Brilliant writing!

:) Julie

[icelandicblue]

Ah, thanks Julie.

[The Nude Writer]

Ooooo very wicked poem! Feels like a Grim tale

[icelandicblue]

Wicked things have found their way into my words. I do believe it will only be temporary though. ; )

[BL]

You have created your own mythology and folklore that took me back to the Middle Ages. A time when people believed in the reality of evil and the devil at large. This is a very effecting and creative write, that hangs in the mind, a tell tale sign of its quality.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much for your review. I am a student of that very era. It fascinates me endlessly. Thank you again.

[Rene Salinas]

I can relate to this one without any hesitation, the dance of shadows and the blacken places were the doubts are made to crack the seams. Reality made to be torned. Thought in motion subdued at times overcomed at times suppressed by fear and terror. And as the fear swallows and it is overfed beyond any measure the inner world pounds like waves through nerves. The will gets reduced to nothing and if not careful we become lost in the death of silence. I don't hear myself , I can't see myself any longer.

Save me. The dead me

I should emphasize that at times the use of hyperboles may appear overly dramatic.

Haunting writing.

Thankyou

[icelandicblue]

Thanks so much Rene. There is always a time and a place for hyperbole!

[Rita L. Sev]

the devil lurks in the script of fine print...

Ooh! Love this line! A great piece for the season - putting this in my library to keep me in the spirit!

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Rita, it is most definitely a piece for the season.